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My grandfather grew anxious and asked my aunt, "Wen He, have you seen the flower goat we keep in the east room?"
My aunt was taken aback for a few seconds, then pointed to the pot and whispered, "It's in the pot."
My grandfather's eyes widened in shock as he walked over to the large pot and lifted the lid. Inside was a pot full of lamb meat.
He collapsed onto the ground, crying out, "Why on earth did you slaughter the lamb? Are you trying to kill your mother?"
My aunt looked at him in confusion. "Dad, it's just a lamb. How could it possibly threaten Mom's life? I slaughtered it for your son-in-law; he's expecting your granddaughter."
My grandfather looked around and asked, "Son-in-law? Where is he?"
My aunt paused for a moment, then looked around. There were only a few of us in the courtyard; there was no sign of Wang Liang.
Where had Wang Liang gone?
My aunt called out, "Wang Liang!"
There was no response.
She rubbed her eyes vigorously and shouted again, "Wang Liang!"
Still no answer.
My grandfather asked my aunt, "Did you encounter anything unusual on your way back?"
Frowning in concentration, my aunt recalled, "On the way back, Wang Liang said he had a stomachache and wanted to use the restroom. He ran behind a tree and took a while to come back."
My grandfather sighed and asked, "Were there several large cypress trees behind that tree?"
My aunt nodded. "Yes, there are about seven or eight cypress trees."
With a resigned expression, my grandfather said, "That place isn't clean; Wang Liang might have been consumed by something. Your eyes have been blinded by that thing, making it hard for you to discern what's real."
Clearly panicking now, my aunt said, "I don't believe it! I need to go check."
After saying this, she ran out of the courtyard.
My grandfather shook his head helplessly and walked over to my grandmother. "Old woman, the flower goat is dead. It's really angry this time; it didn't even give us a chance to collect its body. Tomorrow will be the third day—what should we do?"
My grandmother replied, "We're human; how could we be frightened by a goat?"
Taking a few puffs from her cigarette, she continued, "We can deal with it like we would with any slaughtered animal."
My grandfather frowned and said quietly, "That flower goat has already become a spirit. At our age, how can we kill it? Instead, let's return its silver ornaments and leave the task of collecting its body to someone else."
My grandmother shook her head in disapproval. "How can we give away the silver jewelry we've just obtained? We'll discuss it properly when Wen He returns."
After saying this, she leaned back against the ground and started smoking. Her belly was enormous, and I worried that her skin might stretch too much.
It wasn't until evening that my aunt returned, carrying a piece of human skin. It was the skin of Wang Liang, stained with blood and still clinging to some flesh, the internal organs completely devoured.
That thing had a particular taste for human entrails.
My aunt cried out, "Mom, Dad, Wang Liang is dead, and we haven't even gotten our marriage certificate yet."
My grandmother glanced at Wang Liang's skin and impatiently replied, "I'm on the verge of dying, and you're still thinking about getting a certificate!"
Wiping her tears, my aunt asked my grandmother, "What happened? Why do you keep talking about death?"
My grandmother said, "The flower goat you slaughtered has turned into a spirit!"
My aunt's eyes widened in fear.
My grandfather explained the whole situation to my aunt.
My grandmother added, "That flower goat will come tomorrow. We don't know how it will retaliate against our family; we must take the initiative."
My aunt's voice trembled as she said, "Mom, I have no enmity with that flower goat; it won't harm me, right? I want to go back to the town."
As soon as my aunt finished speaking, my grandmother raised her hand and slapped her hard, scolding, "You unfilial daughter! You want to escape? Your father and I are getting old; we rely on you to take care of us. Let me tell you, you slaughtered that flower goat; even if you run away, it will chase after you."
My aunt seemed a bit dazed but understood my grandmother's meaning. She nodded repeatedly, saying, "I won't escape; that flower goat must be killed!"
A fierce look appeared on my aunt's face as she spoke those words.
My grandmother then said, "Prepare a feast tomorrow and make some fruit wine for the flower goat. First, try to persuade it to leave. If it doesn't go away, then we'll chop off its head."
There was a fierce glint in my grandmother's eyes as she spoke.
The next day arrived in the early dawn. My grandfather was cooking in the storage room.
My aunt was sharpening a knife in the yard.
While sharpening the knife, she asked, "Mom, is that flower goat definitely coming?"
My grandmother took a puff of her cigarette and replied, "It will come; it definitely will come. The silver jewelry it collected from corpses is still in my hands."
With that, my grandmother pulled out a piece of silver jewelry the size of a pebble from her pocket.
My grandfather prepared eight dishes and brought them to the table, while my grandmother poured a few bowls of wine. As the sun sank in the west, the sky darkened.
However, the flower sheep had yet to appear.
My grandmother grew anxious and went to check at the gate, but still saw no sign of it.
My grandfather began to suspect something and whispered, "Old woman, do you think the flower sheep knows we plan to kill it, which is why it hasn't come?"
No sooner had he spoken than there was a knock at the door—"Knock, knock, knock."
Upon hearing the knocking, my grandparents' expressions immediately turned tense. My grandfather hurriedly pushed me into the east room and forbade me from coming out.
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