Chapter 75

The rain poured down heavily, as if the entire world had been taken over by rainwater. Under Xia Tianqi's persuasion, Leng Yue temporarily abandoned the idea of running to Hu Daniu's house to burn the coffin. For now, the main focus was on questioning Chen Lao Da's few confidants. Despite the fact that this path did not seem easy to navigate.

Xia Tianqi was drenched from head to toe. Besides the heaviness of his wet clothes clinging to his body, there was a pervasive coldness that enveloped him. In his view, this coldness was fatal, as it greedily devoured the heat stored in his body every second. As a result, his body became increasingly cold, stiff, and numb. This state was actually contrary to his previous understanding, as he had always thought that running in a heavy rain was a particularly poetic thing to do.

If you were heartbroken, you could run. If your career was hindered, you could run. If you just wanted to vent, you could run.

"From now on, I will never think that running in a heavy rain is a poetic thing to do. This is just a particularly stupid thing to do. I'm about to freeze to death."

Leng Yue ignored Xia Tianqi's complaints and sped up her pace.

At the same time, at Chen Lao Da's house.

"Chen Quanliang, I'm asking you one last time, are you going to take your son to town?"

Seeing her husband's agitated finger pointing at his nose, and the look on his face that suggested he would fight to the death if he didn't agree, Chen Lao Da felt the last bit of hope in his eyes shatter.

"Do you think he can still be saved?"

"Are you even human?" Chen Lao Da's wife was so angry that her whole body trembled, her eyes filled with tears of disbelief. Yes, she simply couldn't believe that such heartless words could come from a father's mouth.

"Why are you so cruel? Do you really want your son to die? Isn't he our flesh and blood?"

"We shouldn't have been so soft-hearted back then."

After a moment of silence, Chen Lao Da suddenly stood up from his chair and approached the bed where Chen Cong lay unconscious. Pointing at the still unconscious Chen Cong, he said:

"Since we had him, have we ever had a single day of happiness? He has caused us pressure, anger, and despair. Compared to these, what use is blood? Keeping him is no different from inviting disaster."

"You've finally said what you've been hiding in your heart all these years. You've always thought the child was a disgrace to you, and you've always resented why I didn't give you a normal child. You're tired of it, aren't you?"

Chen Lao Da's wife's expression was terrifyingly distorted, and she suddenly burst into laughter:

"I'll take the child to town, and if he can't be saved, I'll die with him. Chen Quanliang, you are just as heartless as the villagers say."

With that, Chen Lao Da's wife began dressing the unconscious Chen Cong, as if she really intended to take him to town in the rain. Chen Lao Da didn't know what to think and didn't stop her. He just lowered his head and kept smoking.

When his wife was almost done dressing Chen Cong, Chen Lao Da finally put down his pipe and weakly said:

"Give me one night. Wait until the rain stops. Otherwise, being drenched will leave no hope for his recovery."

Hearing Chen Lao Da's words, his wife immediately burst into tears, sitting on the ground. Chen Lao Da wanted to go over and comfort her, but at that moment, the unconscious Chen Cong suddenly opened his eyes and let out a dry retching sound:

"Ah"

Seeing her son awake, Chen Lao Da's wife quickly got up from the ground. But before she or Chen Lao Da could ask him anything, Chen Cong began to retch uncontrollably.

No, to be precise, he was vomiting hair. Wet, long hair, like a woman's.

"Son, don't scare Mom."

Chen Lao Da's wife didn't know what to do, as Chen Cong's retching became more intense, and more and more wet hair came out. This made them think of a terrifying idea: what had their child eaten to vomit so much women's hair?

As more and more hair came out, Chen Cong's body began to shrink rapidly. The wet hair was stuck in his throat, preventing him from even making a sound of pain. In the heartbroken gaze of his parents, he gradually turned into a pool of blood and hair, leaving not even a trace of bone.

His wife fainted again, and Chen Lao Da, trembling all over, stared at the pool of blood on the bed, his eyes wide with wrinkles:

"There are ghosts."

Blood was everywhere on the ceiling, walls, and windows, and the smell of blood filled the room.

"Hisss"

Suddenly, a series of light but piercing sounds of something crawling on the ground echoed in the darkness. Zhao Kuai Zui's eyes snapped open, and he instinctively looked at the dark corner where a woman, drenched in water, was crouching.

The woman had red eyes, her face twisted with hatred, as if she wanted to tear him apart.

"Uuuuuu"

The "woman" on the ground crawled toward the bed where he lay, making a sobbing sound that echoed through the silent night.

"Don't come closer."

Although Zhao Kuai Zui was awake, he found that only his head could move, while his body was pinned to the bed as if nailed down.

The woman continued to approach, and in a moment, she was at the edge of the bed. She looked like a hard-bodied gecko, with only her twisted face looking up at an impossible angle.

"Uuuuuu"

The woman made another sobbing sound, which made Zhao Kuai Zui's scalp tingle:

"I'm sorry, please don't come after me anymore."

"Uuuuuu"

The woman's sobbing interrupted Zhao Kuai Zui's plea, and then she slowly climbed onto his body, her neck stiffly lowering her head. Her twisted face was now inches from his.

Zhao Kuai Zui thought she would make the sobbing "uuu" sound again, but to his surprise, she laughed with a "cackle":

"It's you who killed us."

Zhao Kuai Zui felt his neck being tightly gripped, unable to breathe, and a sharp pain spreading through his body. His consciousness quickly faded, and he felt he was about to die.

"Ah"

In the next moment, Zhao Kuai Zui struggled to sit up in bed, drenched in cold sweat.

The window was slightly open, and raindrops kept drifting in.

"Thank goodness, it was just a nightmare."

Zhao Kuai Zui let out a long, relieved sigh.

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