A week ago, in the evening.
My mother took a nap.
When she woke up, she saw that my father had somehow broken free from his ropes.
He entered Pingping's room.
My mother followed him inside.
My brother was lying on the floor, already dead.
My father was about to step over my brother's body.
He lunged toward Pingping.
My mother grabbed a stick and knocked my father unconscious.
She told me, "Your brother's death was because of Pingping."
"Pingping is possessed by a wild spirit."
"She wants to kill all the men in the village."
"She wants to watch these men kill each other for her."
My mother pointed outside and said, "Listen, listen closely."
I involuntarily walked to the door.
Outside, there were faint sounds.
It sounded like a man sobbing.
My mother said ominously, "Bury your brother and then get out of here."
"Once your Sister-in-law gives birth, I'll fight her to the death."
There was deep exhaustion on my mother's face.
She waved her hand at me, signaling me to go back to my room.
"For the next few days, don't go outside. No matter what sounds you hear, don't come out."
"Your mother is old; she doesn't want to bury her child before her time."
I looked at her.
Her back was completely hunched over.
Step by step, she moved toward the room.
I watched her.
My eyes were moist.
I turned around and walked towards my room.
However, I didn't see my mother stop.
She turned her head and stared at me.
She kept staring at me.
I returned to my room.
I lay down on the bed.
My head was spinning.
I don't know how long it took, but I fell asleep.
"Chunsheng, Chunsheng..."
I heard someone calling me.
This voice was very familiar.
I looked in the direction of the sound, and it was Pingping.
She was standing outside the window, waving at me.
I picked up a stick and quietly got out of bed.
I went outside but didn't see Pingping.
I was looking around.
Suddenly, a strange and intense fragrance invaded my nostrils.
I turned around and saw a shadow entering the courtyard.
It was a man.
He was looking for Pingping.
I was stunned.
It turned out that it wasn't Pingping who was possessed by filth, but my mother!
I felt hot all over, my blood surging.
"Chunsheng, Chunsheng..."
That voice sounded again.
I forced myself to suppress my agitation and looked up.
I saw that my mother looked extremely alluring.
Her lips were close to fifth Master Ma's ear, gazing out the window while emitting a strange, seductive laugh like that of an unfamiliar woman.
I was stunned by this bizarre atmosphere.
At that moment, strange sounds reminiscent of cats and dogs mating came from my mother's room.
I picked up a stick and tiptoed over.
Through the window hole, I saw that fifth Master Ma's hands were still stained with blood.
By the head of the bed lay a bloody knife.
My father lay there with his chest wide open, rolling at the head of the bed.
Holding the wooden stick, I was at a loss for what to do.
"Chunsheng, Chunsheng..."
The voice continued.
I could no longer hold back; I let out a roar and swung the stick, smashing it against the window.
However, the window remained completely still.
My feeling of restlessness was growing stronger, and I feared that rushing in would not only fail to wake my mother but also lead me to do something foolish and regrettable.
In a moment of desperation, I plunged into the water tank in the courtyard.
The cold water shocked me, instantly clearing my mind.
I grabbed a wooden stick and rushed over.
I heard a strange cry, "Aow!"
fifth Master Ma clutched his neck and stumbled out.
But after just a few steps, he collapsed weakly.
My mother laughed sharply as she chased after him, suddenly bending down like a beast to suck at fifth Master Ma's neck.
After quite some time, she slowly stood up, moving to the entrance of my room on tiptoe like a ballet dancer.
She knocked on the door a few times, lowered her head mechanically for a moment, and suddenly seemed to remember something as she tiptoed toward the Mourning Hall.
Summoning my courage, I darted into the Mourning Hall like a night owl, quickly slamming the door shut before my mother could catch up.
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