Chapter 676: with translation of chapter title

Xiao Dang's heart jumped to her throat; Qin Huairu's behavior of walking around the room holding a kitchen knife scared her quite a bit.

She didn't even dare to take a breath.

I've heard that when you encounter a sleepwalker, you must never shout to wake them; you should let them do as they please, for waking a sleepwalker will cause them to go mad.

Holding a kitchen knife.

If she goes mad, what will happen next?

Xiao Dang didn't dare to imagine.

If Qin Huairu went mad and, holding the knife, instinctively slashed at Xiao Dang but missed, it wouldn't matter since nothing happened; but if the knife struck Xiao Dang and injured her, how would Xiao Dang face Qin Huairu?

Sue?

Her own biological mother.

And it was again, in a sleepwalking state, that Xiao Dang scared her mad.

No matter how you look at it, this matter is Xiao Dang's responsibility.

If you think further, if Qin Huairu's knife struck a more vulnerable part of Xiao Dang's body, Xiao Dang's life would probably be gone.

Even Jia Zhangshi didn't want to die.

Xiao Dang wanted to live even more.

She didn't even think of shouting at Qin Huairu; she even worried that making a noise might scare Qin Huairu mad, so Xiao Dang tightly covered her own mouth with her hand.

Not giving any opportunity to take advantage.

Not making a sound.

In the end, it wasn't for nothing; after Xiao Dang had covered her mouth for over ten minutes, Qin Huairu, who had been walking around the table for nearly twenty minutes, finally stopped.

Xiao Dang thought Qin Huairu was about to leave, but just as she looked toward Qin Huairu, Qin Huairu suddenly turned her head toward Xiao Dang.

In the dim light outside the courtyard, Xiao Dang could clearly see that Qin Huairu's eyes were closed.

In other words.

Qin Huairu was really sleepwalking.

Her heart pounded "thump-thump" and she broke out in a cold sweat from fright.

What should we do?

Qin Huairu is sleepwalking.

Having been Qin Huairu's child for so many years, Xiao Dang had never heard of Qin Huairu having a sleepwalking habit; how to explain what's happening now, could it be due to old age?

While Xiao Dang was idly speculating about the cause, Qin Huairu stepped up to her, looming over and facing her.

It's a truly frightening scene: in a pitch-black night, a woman holding a kitchen knife with her eyes closed lightly maneuvers around the tables and chairs, appears before you, looming over and charging at you; even the bravest person would be scared to pee.

Xiao Dang's pants were wet.

She was scared to pee, scared to pee by Qin Huairu.

But she still tried as much as possible not to make a sound with her mouth.

Qin Huairu sniffed with her nose and muttered a sound only Xiao Dang could hear.

"How did I end up in the toilet when I went to the watermelon field? This smell is really strong; I must be getting heatstroke. I need to find watermelon—Shazhu wants to eat the watermelon I, Qin Huairu, cut. Long Laotaitai said that as long as I buy the watermelon and let Shazhu eat it, Shazhu will stop bothering our Jia Family. Find watermelon."

Xiao Dang now isn't sure whether Qin Huairu is sleepwalking or has been bewitched by Shazhu and Long Laotaitai; she clearly heard Qin Huairu's voice.

Recently the Jia Family has had so many happenings.

It's hard to link the Qin Huairu before us with sleepwalking.

It must be that Shazhu is still bothering the Jia Family, making them increasingly panicked; one Shazhu makes the Jia Family chaotic with no good days; if there were another Long Laotaitai, could the Jia Family still survive?

Qin Huairu's hand.

Rose up.

The knife in her hand also emitted a cold gleam.

Xiao Dang's heart also fluttered; just as she was thinking about whether to run and how, Qin Huairu suddenly lowered her raised hand holding the knife.

"There's no watermelon here, or is it the toilet? I'll go find watermelon; for the Jia Family, I must find a watermelon that Shazhu can cut for them."

With light steps.

Walked out of the room.

As Qin Huairu left, the previously highly tense Xiao Dang instantly became a deflated balloon, her whole body limp on the bed.

The rhythm of great ups and downs.

It also made Xiao Dang afraid.

She never imagined that saving her own life would be because she had wet her pants from fear, wanted to run out, but having no strength, could only helplessly give up; then, after thinking of something, she gritted her teeth, mustered the last bit of strength in her body, got off the bed, ran to the door, and bolted it from inside.

Like this.

Not feeling at ease.

She propped the table against the door.

After doing all that, Xiao Dang sat on the ground, panting heavily; tonight's events really frightened her.

"..."

The events that unfolded on Xiao Dang.

Were reenacted on Huaihua.

Qin Huairu, holding the kitchen knife and saying she was going to cut watermelon for Shazhu, after leaving Xiao Dang's room, swiftly appeared in Huaihua's room like a wisp of blue smoke.

Unlike Xiao Dang's room, Xiao Dang's room had no bolt; just a push would open the door.

Huaihua habitually bolts her door at night.

But bolting the door or not makes no difference.

It's also strangely eerie: the sleepwalking, nervy Qin Huairu, when pushing Huaihua's door, gave it a light push and the door swung open, as if the bolt inside hadn't been engaged.

Qin Huairu pushed the door open and walked in, without circling around the table, but instead stopped her steps, glanced a few times at Huaihua's sleeping bed, then stepped forward and walked up to it.

With her free hand, she reached out to touch Huaihua's head.

Huaihua sleeps deeply; even with Qin Huairu's noisy entrance, she didn't wake, and even when Qin Huairu touched her head with her hand, Huaihua thought she was dreaming, dreaming that someone was treating her head like a watermelon, wanting to pick it off to give to someone to eat.

She herself also felt it was strange, how could she have dreamed such a weird dream.

As time passed.

Huaihua's feeling was also off; that sense of being touched didn't seem like a dream, it must be that someone was really touching her head.

She tried to force her eyes open, but ultimately succumbed to drowsiness; yet inside her ears she heard Qin Huairu's whispering voice.

"This isn't a watermelon, it feels like a winter melon; watermelons have no fuzz, winter melons have fuzz—this isn't right. I'm looking for a watermelon, not a winter melon. How strange—just now I was looking for a watermelon and ended up in the toilet; now I'm looking for a watermelon, how did I end up in a winter melon field? I can't waste time—I need to hurry and find a watermelon, otherwise Shazhu and Long Laotaitai won't spare the Jia Family. For the sake of the Jia Family, where is my watermelon?"

The voice flew clearly into Huaihua's ears.

She no longer had the thought that she was dreaming.

This is reality.

Qin Huairu really treated her head as a watermelon; knowing she had bolted the door before sleeping, she couldn't understand how Qin Huairu had pushed open the bolt and entered the room.

Especially her eyes.

No matter what, she couldn't open them.

Not knowing how much strength she used, she finally managed to pry open her stuck eyelids, and what met her gaze was, to her surprise, her familiar surroundings.