Chapter 1035: Uncle Dong's Death

"Just wait and see, Ah You's shop will close sooner or later... Why? Of course it's because that fat pig will eat the shop down! Humph! That fat pig is so fat and eats so much, sooner or later it will die with Ah You!"

"Stop talking, sir, and stop being so foul-mouthed!" Aunt Mei advised again in a bad mood.

But Uncle Dong became more and more excited: "In fact, I knew it a long time ago, this is all a conspiracy! Ah You and the fat pig must have a conspiracy, otherwise why would they suddenly let us eat for free? No money, and the dishes are so big, doesn't this prove that they have a conspiracy?"

Aunt Mei laughed and shook her head.

Uncle Dong cursed indignantly: "Damn it, I'll find an atomic bomb and blow them up!"

Aunt Mei couldn't bear it anymore and deliberately poked him with a needle.

"Ouch!" Uncle Dong screamed in pain, and immediately straightened his body and dared not move.

Aunt Mei smiled with satisfaction.

"You throw away the garbage later, I'll go finish the last bit of this material, and then we'll burn paper and set up offerings." Aunt Mei said.

"I have to take off this fat pig's clothes first, otherwise people will think I'm the pig." Uncle Dong snorted coldly.

Ten minutes later, Uncle Dong, who had changed his clothes, took the garbage to the corridor to throw it away.

It was almost the hour of Hai at this time, and every household had burned paper and set up offerings and went home.

Most of the people living here are very traditional elderly people, so basically every household has turned off the lights and gone to bed.

The corridor was particularly quiet, and only Uncle Dong's "rustling" footsteps seemed particularly clear.

Squeak...

As soon as the stairwell door was pushed open a crack, a cold and damp air mixed with the sour smell of garbage came to his nose.

Uncle Dong frowned and pushed the fire door of the stairwell hard.

He felt that the door was particularly heavy today, and it seemed that something was blocked behind the door.

He didn't see that a pair of bare feet were exposed under the door.

The feet were dark blue, and the nails were black.

Uncle Dong leaned sideways and got in through the stairwell door. He took a few quick steps and threw the garbage into the trash can beside the door.

He was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly heard the sound of children laughing and playing downstairs.

"You let the children out to play so late? You are such a fool!" Uncle Dong frowned and cursed, and he was too lazy to meddle in other people's business, so he turned around and left.

But he woke up suddenly after just two steps. He suddenly remembered that since a little boy named Xiaojie died more than a month ago, there were no more children in this building except Xiaobai!

Uncle Dong was a little creepy, and felt a chill on his back.

"Hehehe..."

The laughter of children came from downstairs again.

It sounded like it was on the next floor.

Uncle Dong hesitated slightly, turned back, and planned to see what was going on.

He is old, half of his body is buried in the ground, and he is not so taboo about ghosts.

In fact, the older people are, the more curious they are about ghosts, and they hope to see ghosts.

Because only when they see ghosts with their own eyes will they feel relieved. No matter how scary ghosts are, at least they are not over after death, and they are not forever annihilated.

Every night when it is late and quiet, Uncle Dong thinks that he will die one day, all his consciousness will disappear, his body will be burned to ashes, and even these ashes will no longer exist in the end...

The world is still running, people are born and die, come and go, and it is lively.

However, he will never exist again, and everything in the world has nothing to do with him. He will disappear from this world forever, as if he has never been here...

This will last for thousands of years, billions of years...

He will never exist, and he will never exist. How terrible is this?

When he thought of this, Uncle Dong was so scared that he trembled all over and suffocated.

When he was young, he had no taboos and believed in nothing.

But when he got old, he began to believe in Buddhism and ghosts.

He didn't really believe, he just hoped that these things existed, and he didn't want them to never exist.

So when he realized that the sound of the child's laughter and play might not be made by a human, after the fear, Uncle Dong's first reaction was excitement and excitement.

He almost couldn't wait to get to the stairs, his eyes were full of expectation, hoping that he could see a ghost with his own eyes.

He hoped to prove that people would not completely disappear after death.

He walked quickly to the stairs and stretched his neck to look downstairs.

He saw it!

He saw a child wearing only trousers squatting at the stairs downstairs, with his back to him.

The light was very dim, and with his old eyesight, Uncle Dong couldn't see clearly, and could only see a rough outline.

He just vaguely saw that it was a child, and that the child's skin was a strange blue-gray color.

Is it a ghost?

Uncle Dong was very excited and wanted to go downstairs to take a closer look.

But he didn't notice that the door of the stairwell closed by itself at some point, revealing the little ghost hiding behind the door.

The little ghost had half of his head missing, his skull was shattered, bloody and bloody, some flesh and brains were hanging on the bones, one eyeball drooped on his face, and his mouth was only half open.

He walked gently behind Uncle Dong, suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed hard.

"Ah!"

Uncle Dong lost his balance, a short scream came out of his throat, and the next moment he rolled downstairs.

Bang!

His neck hit the edge of the stairs hard, and a large part of his cervical vertebrae suddenly bulged out.

Pain!

Pain deep into the bone marrow!

Uncle Dong groaned in pain twice, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

A man in a gray short coat walked out of the darkness, his eyes were sinister, and the corners of his mouth were cold.

A pair of turbid and vicious eyes stared at Uncle Dong lying on the ground.

It was Ah Jiu!

He took action in advance!

He was not so anxious at first, but the change of the twin ghosts 2442 and the arrival of Su Yi made him feel a sense of crisis.

He hated this unexpected change, and he was afraid that it would change if he was late, so he was unwilling to wait any longer.

"Brother Dong, don't blame me for being cruel. If you want to blame someone, blame your bad luck..." Ah Jiu stared at Uncle Dong and walked out slowly.

Suddenly a small hand grabbed the corner of his clothes, and a soft sobbing pleading sound came from behind him.

Ah Jiu turned around abruptly, and his eyes suddenly became fierce.

He slapped the small hand away, and his expression was full of warning.

The owner of this small hand was Su Yi's old acquaintance, the little ghost with his eyes sewn shut.

It retreated a step in fear, trembling.

Behind him, there were seven or eight little ghosts of about the same size, both male and female, with different expressions.

These little ghosts were all the sins that Ah Jiu had committed in the past year or so!

How lucky they were to be born as human beings?

But how unfortunate they were to be killed by bad people at an age when they were still ignorant, and even their souls were refined into slaves, being enslaved by others, and never reincarnated!

They didn't even know why they became like this.

The little ghost had good intentions and sensed that Uncle Dong was still alive. He didn't want Ah Jiu to kill him, but was warned by Ah Jiu that a punishment was inevitable.

Ah Jiu found out that Uncle Dong was not dead, so he really helped him up and wanted to throw him down again.

Who knew that his action would wake Uncle Dong, who had a fractured cervical vertebra, up in pain.

He saw clearly that it was Ah Jiu, and was immediately shocked and began to struggle hard.

But he was old and seriously injured, how could he be Ah Jiu's opponent?

Finally, he was pushed by Jiu to the stairwell.

Uncle Dong fell from the stairwell.

At the moment he fell, Uncle Dong heard some children screaming, and he saw several children sticking their heads out to look at him.

Some of these children lost half of their faces, some had long tongues, some rolled their eyes, and some had maggots and blood all over their faces...

There is no doubt that they are all ghosts!

"It turns out that there are really ghosts in this world..."

This was the last thought Uncle Dong had in his life.

Boom!

Then his head hit the edge of the stairs heavily, his skull cracked like a watermelon, and his brains splattered out!

He immediately fell into absolute darkness.

Plop!

Uncle Dong fell heavily to the ground on the first floor.

There was a hole in his head, half of his face was broken, and his entire gums were exposed.

I don't know where the gold tooth he was always proud of was knocked.

Dark red blood quickly spurted out from under his body and head, spreading out in a large area.

Ah Jiu panted and looked downstairs, his eyes narrowed.

Suddenly, he heard some noises coming from upstairs.

He looked up suddenly.

But he saw nothing.

He was about to go upstairs to check, and the little ghost with his eyes sewn shut suddenly pulled his sleeve, and then led the other little ghosts to float downstairs with a chattering sound.

Ah Jiu's attention was immediately diverted, and he hurriedly chased the little ghost and ran downstairs.

In the stairwell on the 25th floor.

Yang Feng covered her mouth tightly, not daring to breathe.

Her eyes were full of fear, and she was trembling all over.

She came out to find food and witnessed everything that had just happened.

Aunt Mei took a nap.

She dreamed that Uncle Dong suddenly came back and she was washing his feet.

But even with such hot water poured into the footbath, Uncle Dong's feet were still as cold as ice.

"Master, what's wrong with your feet? Why are they so cold?" Aunt Mei asked worriedly, "Did you catch a cold?"

"It's okay..." Uncle Dong leaned on the back of the chair, his neck was very stiff, his face was expressionless, his eyes were dull, and his tone was very mechanical.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Aunt Mei noticed that something was wrong with her husband and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, didn't I ask you to take out the trash? You seem to have been gone for a long time?"

"I looked for you everywhere..." Uncle Dong said blankly, "I couldn't find you..."

"I'm at home, why do I need to look for you?" Aunt Mei asked curiously, "Are you really okay?"

"It's okay..." Uncle Dong said expressionlessly, "I'll be back in a few days, remember to wait for me."

Aunt Mei, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up with a start, feeling a palpitation of fear.

She panted quickly and sat blankly for a long time before she came to her senses.

She looked up at the clock hanging on the wall and found that she had slept for more than 20 minutes.

The room was empty, and the door was still ajar.

My husband hadn't come back yet.

He was just taking out the trash, why hadn't he come back yet?

Aunt Mei recalled the strange dream she had just had, the dream that was so clear.

She felt a strong sense of foreboding and fear.

Knock, knock, knock!

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Aunt Mei sat up straight with a startle, staring at the door.

If it was her husband coming home, he would never knock on the door.

With a creak, the half-closed door was pushed open, and Ah Jiu stood at the door with a heavy expression, and saw Aunt Mei at a glance.

Aunt Mei's face was pale, and she had expected something.

She stood up with great effort, looking at Ajiu with trembling lips, but could not say a word.

"Sister Mei, Brother Dong... is in trouble." Ajiu said in a low voice.

Plop.

Aunt Mei fell back into the chair, her face ashen.

Half an hour later, 2442.

Su Yi suddenly heard a knock on the door.

He frowned, got up and opened the door, and saw Xiaobai standing outside.

Su Yi made way for him to come in, but his brows furrowed even more.

Xiaobai usually only came to him in the morning, and ran around in the afternoon, but before dark, Xiaobai was with his mother.

It was so late today, why did she suddenly come to find him?

Xiaobai's eyes were a little dull.

"Where's your mother?" Su Yi asked.

"She ran away." Xiaobai said.

Apart from his mother and Uncle Yan, he only talked to Su Yi.

"She ran away?" Su Yi looked at him in confusion, "Why?"

"She was very scared." Xiao Bai said, "She... didn't know I was watching her, she ran away."

Although Xiao Bai's words were a bit incoherent, Su Yi still understood what he wanted to express.

"Do you know what happened?" Su Yi asked.

Xiao Bai shook his head. But he hesitated again.

"Draw what you see and what you want to say." Su Yi said.

He knew that Xiao Bai was not good at speaking, and was not good at describing what he saw in words.

But he could draw.

And he drew well.

Xiao Bai listened to Su Yi very much and did as he was told.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Bai's painting jumped onto the paper.

Black stairs, a tall brown man with a long nose and sharp teeth.

Behind him, there were nine children, none of whom had their faces painted, and their limbs were twisted strangely.

Su Yi frowned at the painting and asked, "Is this what you saw?"

Xiao Bai nodded.

Su Yi was thoughtful.

He pondered for a moment, turned to Xiaobai and said, "Don't leave tonight, go inside and sleep. If your mother comes to look for you, she will guess that you are here with me."

Xiaobai nodded and walked towards the balcony.

"Go to the bedroom!" Su Yi said.

Xiaobai didn't say anything, but obediently changed direction and walked towards the bedroom.

Su Yi's eyes fell on the painting again.

Stairs, adults with long noses and sharp teeth, nine children...

He felt a little heavy and had some guesses.

Sometimes being smart is not a good thing, just like Su Yi at this moment.

He would rather be stupider, maybe he wouldn't be so entangled now.

Should I go out and take a look?

No, forget it.

Maybe what should happen has already happened, what's the point of going out?

Just stay here and wait, guarding Xiaobai.

He looked back at the bedroom.

No matter what, keep this child.

He told himself.

An hour later, Su Yi heard some noises in the corridor outside.

There were two footsteps, one light and one heavy.

The heavy-footed people were breathing heavily, and seemed very tired, and coughed from time to time.

However, they were still some distance away from here, and only Su Yi had a keen hearing, and ordinary people really couldn't hear it.

Not to mention, the two men were a bit sneaky and deliberately lowered their voices when they spoke.

The two voices soon faded away, and Su Yi sat quietly in the living room, listening to Xiao Bai's slight snoring coming from the bedroom, silent.