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33310If you can also enter the website address Ш urЦo3 I was stunned and quickly thought about it. UncleTiger smiled at me mysteriously and said, "Don't rush, let's take our time, you go home first." I said favor, separated from UncleTiger at the intersection, returned home, and happened to meet each other. Grandpa was taking medicine. I was very surprised. Grandpa's body was still strong. Why did he take medicine? I asked about Grandpa's physical condition with concern, but Grandpa waved his hand and said it was just a small cold and nothing serious. I took a look at the medicine my grandpa took. It seemed to be some cold medicine, so I felt relieved. Grandpa smiled kindly and asked me if I had learned anything from Uncle Tiger in the past few days. I said yes, and told Grandpa the skills I had learned in the past few days, along with Aunt Zhang’s family. Things were also said together. After hearing this, my grandfather's face changed, and he told me to be careful and never act alone. I responded, and the words Uncle Tiger sounded, and asked my grandfather if there was anything unusual in the village these days. Grandpa thought for a moment, Shaking my head, I felt a little disappointed. Then, I chatted with my grandfather for a few more words and then went into the room to rest. In bed, I kept thinking about A Yao's disappearance and couldn't sleep. I don't know how long it took before I slowly fell asleep. In my sleep, there was always a figure surrounding me. When I wanted to get closer, the figure suddenly jumped out and made a sharp and strange sound. Suddenly, I opened my eyes, only to find that it was a dream. I breathed a long sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from my forehead. At this time, there was a strange sound from the window, like something scratching the glass. I quickly got up from the bed, put on some clothes casually, and picked up the roller placed in the corner. When did a thief appear in the village? I cautiously walked to the Window and poked my head through. Unexpectedly, I saw A hairy hand. I looked up and thought I had seen it wrong, so I rubbed my eyes. When I looked over again, I didn’t expect the big furry hands in front of me were still there. I was shocked. Could it be the Bear Spirit from the mountain running down here? But it was a big deal. It would be troublesome if I hurt my grandfather and the villagers. I immediately ran to my grandfather’s room and knocked on the door. After a while, my grandfather opened the door. Seeing my anxious look, he asked me what was wrong. I told my grandfather what I had just seen. When he heard it, he immediately picked up the guy and asked me to notify the village chief quickly. If I hurt someone, it would be no trouble. How dare I delay? I quickly notified the village chief. As a result, the whole village got up, holding torches to look for Bear Spirit, even Uncle Tiger got up.
As dawn approached, there was still no sign of the Bear Spirit, and some people began to voice their complaints, questioning whether I had seen it correctly or if I was just playing a trick on everyone. But how could I be fooling them? That was a furry hand; no human hand looked like that.
I felt a bit wronged. The village chief, seeing that my intentions were good, didn’t scold me but instead calmed everyone down. Eventually, the crowd dispersed.
Uncle Tiger stayed behind and asked me to take him outside to look around. Reluctantly, I led Uncle Tiger to the window. By then, the Bear Spirit was long gone from its original spot, which was why I had notified everyone to search for it.
Uncle Tiger observed the area around the window very carefully, not missing even the tiniest corner. I looked at him in confusion; after all, it was just a Bear Spirit—what was so interesting about it?
After a while, Uncle Tiger finally withdrew his gaze and looked at me. “Wang Niu, what you saw wasn’t the Bear Spirit.”
I was taken aback and asked, “Then what was it?”
Uncle Tiger pointed at the window. “Wang Niu, look at this.”
I leaned closer and saw strange handprints on the window. They didn’t resemble the Bear Spirit’s hands at all. Typically, the Bear Spirit's hands were very large and coarse, but these prints were delicate with only three fingers. Moreover, there were several long black hairs stuck to the window. Just as Uncle Tiger had said, what I saw wasn’t the Bear Spirit.
I asked Uncle Tiger what those things were. He shook his head and explained, “This is strange but doesn’t seem like anything ordinary. Wang Niu, go get some pot ash.”
I nodded and brought back some pot ash. Uncle Tiger sprinkled it along the wall of my house and instructed me not to come out no matter what I heard during the night.
I agreed, and Uncle Tiger went back to sleep. After locking the door, my heart grew increasingly uneasy, making it impossible for me to fall asleep. So I picked up a book from my desk and started reading.
The night remained quiet as if nothing had happened earlier. My tension faded as I became engrossed in the exciting content of the book, momentarily forgetting about the Bear Spirit. But then something eerie occurred.
Suddenly, the quiet night was pierced by a noise that sounded like someone talking nearby; it seemed to be coming from the direction of the window.
My heart skipped a beat as I immediately set down my book and focused intently on the window.
There was nothing but shadows by the window, and suddenly my heart raced to my throat, making my voice louder.
I swallowed hard, afraid to make any sudden moves. After a while, silence returned, leaving me unsure of what to do. After a brief internal struggle, I decided to take a look by the window.
I cautiously pressed against the window, preparing to look outside when suddenly half of it went dark, accompanied by a loud crash.
I nearly jumped out of my skin, but the next moment, my eyes widened in shock as a furry severed hand appeared on the window.
I instinctively let out a scream and stumbled backward. Suddenly, the severed hand began to move, relentlessly banging against the window.
The sound echoed through the night. I swallowed again, feeling as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. What if the window shattered?
At that moment, a long crack appeared on the window, sending chills down my spine. But in the next second, something shifted—the severed hand had vanished without a trace.
Yet my heart did not feel any lighter; instead, it felt heavier. Surely there was something even more terrifying waiting for me.
Never let your mind wander at night; otherwise, whatever you think will come true. Just as I feared, this moment of peace did not last long. As I was about to sit back on my bed, the window once again echoed with loud bangs.
My heart leaped into my throat. Turning around, I saw something suspended in mid-air repeatedly crashing against the window. I immediately grabbed a chair and pushed it against the window with all my strength.
At this rate, the window wouldn’t hold for long. To my shock, what was attacking it turned out to be a head.
When it turned towards me, I could see its features clearly: wide-open eyes, a ghastly pale face, and an unnaturally twisted smile that made it even more horrifying—it was laughing with a chilling cackle.
My heart raced wildly as I braced myself against the window, desperately wishing for Uncle Tiger to appear.
It seemed to sense that the window wouldn’t hold much longer; the force of its attacks intensified. Seconds later, I heard the sound of glass cracking. I silently cursed under my breath and gripped the chair tightly—this was my last line of defense.
Before long, I felt utterly exhausted, while its strength seemed to grow stronger. With a loud crack, the stool I was gripping was suddenly shattered by it.
In an instant, my pupils dilated; that was a Head Without a Body. It stared at me with an eerie gaze, as if I were a delectable prey. I dared not move, but my mind was already in chaos, and my back was drenched with sweat.
I took a deep breath. It seemed capable of probing into my heart, grasping my thoughts as if it could read my mind. It remained motionless, seemingly intent on tormenting me to death. The corners of its mouth curled up wider, taking over half of its face.
This terrifying scene continuously assaulted my visual senses. I could no longer hold on and threw the stool aside. It tumbled to the ground along with the stool.
“Giggling.” Its laughter was even more chilling.
I watched as it stood up, its black eyes glowing with an eerie green light—both bizarre and horrifying. I gasped and quietly stepped back, intending to make a run for it when it wasn’t paying attention.
To my surprise, it seemed to anticipate my thoughts and flew toward me. My heart raced as I quickly dodged.
This terrifying chase continued for what felt like an eternity until suddenly, the sound of a rooster crowing shattered the dreadful atmosphere.
The head that had been rushing toward me seemed to lose its strength and fell from mid-air, rolling into a corner and lying still.
Exhausted, I collapsed onto the ground, keeping a wary eye on the head, fearful that it might charge at me again.
After a while, when nothing happened, I mustered my courage to approach it. Just as I was about to test it, suddenly flames erupted from the Head. In mere seconds, the Head was consumed by fire, leaving only a pile of ash behind.
I lay on the ground in relief; what a night of terror this had been.
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