It's also a house made of stone, but it's lower than any other house, and it's in the worst position in the whole village, and it's in a very low location, and if there's a flash flood or something, I think it's the first one to suffer.
This deserted house has no neighbors, it is lonely, and it seems that all the houses are also disgusted with it, and they have retreated to protect themselves.
This place has obviously been used as a garbage dump, and there is no way to burn it, and it is too lazy to throw it away, so it is all piled up outside the old Potou house.
I waded through the knee-high weeds to the door of the house, which was unlocked, except for a deadbolt covered with red rust, revealing a fist-wide crack in the door, which was dark and silent.
Pull the deadbolt and the wooden door opens automatically with a creaky sound.
The surroundings are unusually quiet, and as night falls, the mountains become sky-high night wanderers, and the quiet village looks like a cemetery at the foot of the mountain.
I stood outside the door and hesitated to go in.
There was indeed a foul smell coming from the house, maybe it was the smell of rats, or maybe it was the rancid smell of the food left over from Lao Potou's life.
I comforted myself, but my body signaled to me with fear, my legs were too heavy to walk, my teeth were fighting, and my heart was trembling.
It's all here, I can't retreat at this time, I took a deep breath and walked in.
The smell in the room was even louder, almost disgusting, as if there were ten highly decomposed corpses in the room.
After getting used to it for a while, my nose finally became numb, and with the flashlight turned on, I could see the dilapidated little home clearly.
There are two rooms here, and the inner room is against the door, and I guess Xiaoxue lived in that room before she went to the city.
For a moment, a terrible thought popped into my head.
A single man, picking up a beautiful female doll, raising the female doll alone, will the old slope head of the adult look at the increasingly mature and more beautiful Xiaoxue has evil thoughts Xiaoxue used to be so resistant to physical contact with me, could it be because of the terrible psychological shadow left by childhood.
Thinking of this, I clenched my fists.
Even though he knew that Lao Potou was dead, he still couldn't beat him violently.
There is a big kang in the outhouse, and there is a big calendar poster hanging on the kang, which is the kind of big poster with beautiful women that was once very popular.
To the left of the doorway, there was an old table covered with rat droppings, and on the blackened wall hung a glass picture frame the size of eight carats of paper, in which five or six old yellowed photographs were placed.
Through a photo of the two of them, I recognized one as Xiaoxue, who looked to be eleven or twelve years old, and the other as Lao Potou.
Lao Potou was a middle-aged man who looked very honest, dressed shabby, wearing a black hat, I saw Xiaoxue's face full of happy smiles, and Lao Potou was also smiling, it was this photo that dispelled the terrible thought I had just had.
The two of them are like biological father and daughter, Xiaoxue looked much happier at that time than now, if she had been bullied by Lao Potou, I am afraid she would not have this expression.
But it is also possible that after taking the photo, Xiaoxue grew up a few years later, and Lao Potou had evil thoughts, and I thought about it in my heart, as if I had fallen into the quagmire of pain, and anger firmly grasped my heart.
I slammed my fist on the table, but I didn't expect the broken table to fall apart all at once.
Immediately, a book fell out of the drawer and came into my sight.
On the cover of the book is a huge tombstone with no inscription, and a black shadow behind the tombstone.
The title of the book is The Light of Death.
I stood still, not daring to pick up the book, subconsciously thinking it was a dangerous thing.
After a moment of hesitation, I finally convinced myself, plucked up the courage to pick up the book, and just turned the first page, I suddenly felt the house shake, like an earthquake.
The light of death slipped from my hand and fell to the ground.
Then I realized that it wasn't an earthquake, it was probably my own physical reaction, or maybe there was something on the roof, so I stomped the roof.
I don't dare touch that weird book anymore, it's like a cursed thing, and maybe there is some secret hidden in it.
At this moment, my nose, which had been numb, suddenly woke up again, as if an even thicker rancid stench was coming to my nose.
Then I heard some strange noises coming from the back room, like rats, and they must have been quite large.
It's like I have to go into this house, and I'm like I'm obsessed with it, and I have to go to the back room, and no one can stop me.
Pushing open the door to the back room, I held my breath and walked inside.
I don't know how to describe what I've seen, it's beyond my expectations, and it's far beyond what any normal person can accept.
The dusty walls cracked, the thumbtackled calendar posters on the walls were torn apart, and fear gripped my feet and necks, and I couldn't run, I couldn't move.
Immediately after, the calendar fell to the ground, and from behind the huge calendar came a mutilated limb crawling with maggots.
There was only one eye left on its black plaque-covered face, it was eerie, it had a mouth, it had no teeth, it had a hollow mouth, it emitted a foul smell, and it stretched out a rotten hand with a yellow liquid and walked towards me.
The light of the flashlight fell on its body, and I saw a bruise on its neck that had been strangled by a rope, and a faint meow from its mouth, like a cat's meow.
From the hateful look in its eyes, I could tell that this guy wanted my life.
It lunged at me, and I didn't dodge it, because my legs were completely weak, and I suddenly realized that I was less daring than I thought.
A dry, rough hand suddenly grabbed my wrist, and by the time I realized what was going on, I was already outside the deserted house, and when I looked back at the old slope's house, I saw that the door was closed, and the rusty deadbolt was reinserted into the door's nose.
Silence had returned, and the small, cat-like sound that emanated from the corpse's throat had completely disappeared.
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Looking up at the night sky, there was no moon, and the sparse stars twinkled and twinkled.
"Cough, cough" A coughing sound pulled my confused thoughts back to reality.
The one who saved my life at the critical moment was the old lady I first met at the intersection, who was still carrying the big basket on her back, and she was sitting on a pile of rotten firewood, coughing violently.
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