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Cat Spirit Phantom Sacrifice Mystery
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In our village, there is a tradition that requires us to hold a sacrificial ceremony every year on the fifteenth day of the seventh month.
We must use the blood of a living person to offer to the Old Huai Tree at the edge of the village; otherwise, both people and livestock will die mysteriously.
After death, the bodies will be covered in an inch-long white fur, preventing crops from ever growing in the fields.
This is the punishment imposed by the Old Huai Tree upon us.
The shaman says that using the blood of a living person is a way to exchange for the Old Huai Tree's protection over the village, ensuring our safety.
This year, it falls upon my family to host the sacrificial ceremony.
The Village Chief brought along the village's Corpse Craftsman and Eight Immortals to discuss matters at our home.
“Er Gouzi, you are a student and well-read; I won’t trouble you and your father,” he said.
“Your brother isn’t home, and with just one girl, how can we draw blood? If something goes wrong, we might have to send her to the hospital, which would delay everything.”
I looked at the weathered face of one of the Eight Immortals and felt displeased. “Village Chief, are you joking?”
“Using human blood for such superstitious activities is illegal! Besides, I’m seventeen this year; I’m still a minor! Drawing blood could kill me!”
The Village Chief puffed on his pipe and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke that made me cough uncontrollably.
“Bullshit!”
“What village doesn’t do this? Did you grow up eating dirt? You don’t even have this basic knowledge?”
“Whose family doesn’t use this blood to worship Old Huai? Who doesn’t do it this way?”
“If you’re unwilling to participate, then move your Household Registration out!”
I was furious, but since the Village Chief is my uncle and his family owns most of the land in the village, I could only swallow my anger.
After they left, my mom said to me, “Son, let’s use blood from our own hen.”
“That hen is as old as you; we bought her when you were seven. She’s ten years old now.”
“The shaman said that hens over ten years old are just right for this.”
I turned around and saw that hen in the corner of the yard glaring at me with her beady green eyes.
Damn it, I felt a chill run down my spine under her fierce gaze.
I picked up a piece of tile and threw it at her: “Flap flap!”
The hen hurriedly fled in panic.
That night, a commotion and screams erupted from the Chicken Coop.
When my Mom and I rushed over, we found a Hen dead in front of the Chicken Coop, with a bloody hole in its neck.
"Quick, bring a bowl!"
We can't let the chicken's blood go to waste, so I filled a small bowl to the brim.
Just as I stood up, ready to head inside, there was a sudden knock at the Yard Gate.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Who could it be? It's so late!
I walked over and unlatched the door.
"Who are you? It's late at night."
But there was no one outside.
The knocking grew more urgent and heavier!
I shivered!
What on earth is going on?
Just as I was about to shut the door, a chilling voice came from outside.
"Er Gouzi, have you seen my cat?"
I looked up and was startled to see my neighbor, Aunt Ma!
Aunt Ma was in her fifties but looked like she was in her thirties. She was tall and had delicate, beautiful features, always dressed in skirts and wearing lipstick.
I heard that she had eloped with a monk when she was younger.
Unfortunately, the monk had died.
She returned alone to raise her son.
However, Aunt Ma's son died under mysterious circumstances, and after his death, his body was covered in white hair.
When she said that to me, her expression was eerie.
Her gaze was cold and sticky!
It felt like a venomous snake was coiling around my face, flicking its tongue.
I was so scared that I quickly shut the door and bolted it!
Then, without looking back, I fled back into the house.
What the hell was that about!
It was too sinister!
Later that night, I was in a daze, half asleep.
Suddenly, I heard a loud banging on the door next door.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The sound was urgent and loud!
It felt like my mom was pounding on my door.
I was too sleepy to care and rolled over to go back to sleep.
But the banging grew louder!
“Er Gouzi, open the door!”
My mom's voice sounded frantic.
Could something have happened?
I hurriedly put on my pants, not even bothering with my shoes, and yanked open the door.
My mom was standing right outside.
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