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Her face was deathly pale, and her gaze was eerie and sinister!
It was exactly like Aunt Ma last night!
Her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were torn in several places.
The most terrifying part was that there were multiple bloodstains on her body, and her left arm was still oozing blood!
“Mom, what happened to you?”
A heavy feeling settled in my heart.
My Mom is someone who values cleanliness; she always dresses neatly and keeps her hair meticulously styled.
I had never seen her like this.
This was bad!
“Mom, you—”
My Mom didn’t respond, her cold, sticky gaze fixed on me like a venomous snake poised to strike.
“Go check on that Black Cat at Aunt Ma’s house.”
“That cat is strange!”
My Mom spoke in a low voice, and after finishing her sentence, she walked away.
Her gait was odd; her body stiff and her steps unsteady.
Once she left, I quickly shut the door and locked it tight!
Then I fled back into my room without daring to look back.
This was too damn creepy!
The next morning, My Mom still hadn’t gotten up.
I knocked on her door. “Mom, are you awake?”
There was no sound inside.
A sense of foreboding washed over me.
I ran next door to call my Second Uncle.
"Is your mother home? Someone's died under the Old Huai Tree at the village entrance."
"Someone's dead?"
My heart sank, and I immediately thought of my mom.
But I didn't dare mention what happened with Aunt Ma last night.
I could only follow Second Uncle to the village entrance.
When we arrived under the Old Huai Tree, many villagers were gathered there.
On the ground lay a terrifying corpse.
The left half of the face had been torn away, exposing white bones and mangled flesh.
The right half was covered in scratch marks, with a bloody eye socket!
This corpse did not belong to anyone from our village.
The deceased was a young woman in her twenties, wearing a white floral dress,
which was stained with dirt and blood.
Her cause of death was suspicious; there were many signs of animal attacks on her body, especially on her hands and face.
Even stranger was that she could stand there.
Everyone who saw the corpse was stunned.
"What happened?"
"How sinister! Old Huai is furious now!"
"What should we do?"
"Who is this person?"
"I can't recognize them."
"What are we going to do?"
"Who knows who did this?"
"Old Huai wanted to use living blood for the sacrifice, and now there's a dead person. What are we going to do?"
The villagers began to chatter among themselves.
The Village Chief took a drag from his pipe and said, "Alright! Let's call the police."
"It's already the tenth of July, and there are only a few days left until the fifteenth."
"Everyone, be careful lately!"
"Just stay at home and don't go out!"
The Village Chief gave a glance to the Eight Immortals. "You take a few people and search the area for clues."
"Find a few brave ones to keep watch here tonight!"
After saying that, he turned to my Second Uncle. "Er Gouzi's Father, you don't need to keep watch tonight."
"Go home and check on Er Gouzi and his mother."
Second Uncle nodded. "Alright, I'll go take a look."
I followed Second Uncle back home.
My Mom's door was tightly shut, and I knocked for a long time without her opening it.
I had no choice but to push the door open.
To my surprise, it opened easily with just a gentle nudge.
“Mom!”
I didn’t see my mother’s figure at first, and just as I was about to step back, I caught a glimpse of someone standing behind the door.
She stood there rigidly.
Her eyes were fixed on me without blinking.
There was not a trace of color in her face.
Her gaze was hollow and eerie!
Just like Aunt Ma from last night!
“Mom, what… what’s wrong with you?”
My mother’s eyes shifted slightly, and her mouth twisted into a sinister smile.
“Er Gouzi, have you seen my cat?”
She looked exactly like Aunt Ma from last night!
Fear gripped me, and I turned to run.
“Second Uncle! Second Uncle!”
“Come quick! Mom is possessed!”
Second Uncle glanced at my mother and without a word, grabbed my arm and pulled me outside.
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