The sun sets in the west, night gradually falls, and the rain soon stops.

The surrounding villagers had gone back to their homes long before dark, leaving Er Gen alone to clean up the remains left by the cremation.

He swept the firewood ashes into the sack along with his father's ashes, and then threw them into a black bucket in the corner of the square.

This used to be a very unethical thing.

Ergen also felt heavy in his heart and couldn't breathe.

But he couldn't help it.

Ever since the weird things started happening around here a few years ago, most of the people who didn't dare to do such treacherous things are already dead.

As long as someone dies, the body may become strange.

Weirdness will kill all living creatures indiscriminately and cannot be destroyed by human power.

Only by cremating the body and throwing it into the black trash can in the corner of the square can the strangeness be avoided to the greatest extent.

This trash can was delivered by a group of policemen dressed in black and will clean it every three days.

Ergen didn't know what the difference was between them and ordinary policemen. He only knew that these people seemed to come forward to solve weird-related matters.

After cleaning up the mess left by the cremation, Ergen started walking towards home.

Although no one has died due to strange things in the village for nearly two months, this does not mean that there is no danger at night, and he must go home as soon as possible.

Because he was in such a hurry, Ergen even forgot to close the lid of the black trash can.

As Ergen left, there was no one left in the square.

Boom!

Boom!!

The black trash can in the corner suddenly began to shake, accompanied by a dull crashing sound.

Snapped!

The black trash can tipped over on its side, and the two sacks that had just been thrown in also fell to the ground.

A head rolled out of the sack, rolled several times on the ground, and then stopped.

The head's face faced the direction Er Gen left, motionless.

After dark, there is no other sound in the village except for the occasional sound of livestock.

No one dared to go out anyway. At this time, most people in the village had gone to bed, and only a few houses still had lights on.

The roads in the village are very dark at night.

So Ergen could only see things a few meters away.

A few meters away, there was darkness covering the entire village, thick and suffocating, like a monster with its bloody mouth open, waiting for prey to enter.

It wasn't until Ergen was approaching home that the moonlight gradually penetrated the clouds and scattered on the ground, which also improved the visibility a lot.

Ergen opened the door and saw that his wife and children had gone to bed, and the room was pitch dark.

With the moonlight shining on the ground through the window, Ergen could barely see the scene inside the house clearly.

There are two rooms in the house. The children sleep in the inner room, while Ergen and his wife sleep in the outer room.

Perhaps because of the cold weather, Ergen's wife huddled up under the quilt.

Look at the bulging and tightly covered quilt.

For some reason, Ergen felt flustered for no reason.

He remembered that the villagers had said that if a loved one turned into a strange person, his own family would be the first to suffer.

After swallowing quietly, Ergen took steps forward, slowly approaching the bed, and finally came to the bed and called softly.

"Child, is he asleep?"

"You're back. Are you hungry? I'll give you something to eat."

Hearing Er Gen's voice, his wife stuck her head out of the quilt, looked at Er Gen with sleepy eyes, and prepared to get up from the bed as she spoke.

Looking at the familiar face, my heart suddenly dropped and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, don't bother, I'll just go to sleep."

After interrupting his mother-in-law's movements, Ergen said and got directly into bed.

After a hard day's work, he was quite tired. He just wanted to fall asleep quickly and get up to work tomorrow.

However, as soon as he got into bed, he felt something was wrong.

It was freezing cold under the quilt, without a trace of warmth.

It stands to reason that since my wife has been lying in bed for so long, it should be extremely warm under the covers.

Coupled with the constant cold touch from the hand holding my wife.

A strong sense of uneasiness surged into my heart.

Ergen slowly opened the quilt and looked inside.

What he saw vaguely scared him almost out of his mind.

At this time, what his wife was wearing was actually the shroud worn by his father's body.

Ergen's breathing became rapid, and his heart began to beat violently.

But he didn't make any rash moves because of this.

He knew that no matter what the thing in front of him was, it was definitely not his wife.

And once it disturbs it, it will inevitably lead to death.

Thinking of this, Ergen slowly lifted the quilt and prepared to walk towards the door.

Just after taking two steps, he seemed to remember something.

The child is still in the back room!

Ergen was not too entangled.

He immediately turned around and walked cautiously towards the back room, fearing to disturb the things on the bed.

In his opinion, the child's life is much more important than his own.

"where you go?"

However, just when Ergen opened the door to the back room and was about to walk in, a sound suddenly came from the bed.

"It's okay, you go on sleeping, I'll go see the child."

Ergen forced himself to calm down and tried to appease the other party.

But the thing on the bed seemed not to hear his answer, and kept repeating the same sentence.

"where you go?"

"where you go?!!"

At first, the voice sounded like Ergen's wife's voice, but as it went on, it became more and more like his father's voice.

hysteria!

Hearing the sharp screams behind him, his scalp went numb and he immediately quickened his pace.

Finally, at the last moment, he rushed into the back room and jammed the wooden board behind the door.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of impact was accompanied by screams.

Ergen's heart sank to the bottom.

Because he seems to be trapped to death.

The only window in the house here was welded shut with an iron fence for fear that the children would run out for fun.

This time he completely trapped himself to death.

"Baby, baby!"

Ergen tried to wake up his son, but his son was so asleep that even though he shook him vigorously, he only let out a few unconscious murmurs.

The sound of wood cracking kept coming from behind.

Ergen knew in his heart that the wooden door would not last long.

In desperation, he could only grab his sleeping son, stuff him under the bed, and then follow him in.

boom!

The wooden door exploded.

"Baby...where are you?"

The figure wearing cloth shoes slowly walked into the house and kept calling Ergen's name.
To be continued...