Chapter 108: Yin Taimei

The rough gravel scratched his cheeks. Ji Taimei stumbled on the ground, running and crawling through the small road between the fields. Cypress trees were left behind. In the clear night sky, only pieces of green rice were blown by the wind, rustling, and there was the sound of his heart pounding rapidly.

Ji Taimei ran for his life, and a particularly sturdy big tree gradually approached in his field of vision. A gray stone dare-not-go-against-it sank under the tree, with three bright red regular script characters carved on it:

【Sheep Prison Village】

"Arrived, arrived, arrived!" Ji Taimei ran into the village entrance, supported his body with the stone dare-not-go-against-it under the tree, and panted heavily. His alveoli felt a sharp pain, and the intensity of the life-and-death run just now was still too intense.

While panting, Ji Taimei carefully looked back.

The letter said that he absolutely could not look back when walking on the small road. Now he had left that road into the village and officially entered the scope of Sheep Prison Village. Now it should be... it should be okay to look back, right?

Ji Taimei turned his head slightly, confirming that it was really okay after testing it bit by bit, before he dared to turn his head completely.

Under the moonlight, a winding small road extended between the fields, and that Tudimiao was already too far to be seen.

Ji Taimei breathed a sigh of relief and looked around. This was his mother's maiden home. His father was always very busy, and when he was young, he would follow his mother back to the countryside to visit relatives every few days. He was familiar with the terrain of Sheep Prison Village, even if he didn't know it like the back of his hand.

Relying on his childhood memory, Ji Taimei stepped into the village.

He still remembered that the place where his grandparents lived was in a large courtyard near a well on the west side of the village. His sister had been in poor health since she was a child and had been living at Grandma's house to recuperate...

Speaking of which, what did his sister look like?

Ji Taimei walked on the road, trying his best to recall the experience of following his mother back to her maiden home to visit relatives. The grandmother in his memory was always very kind, and his sister seemed to be very shy and rarely came out to see people. Even he, the older brother, rarely saw her, let alone her appearance. Ji Taimei didn't even remember her name...

Name...

"Name?" Ji Taimei's footsteps stopped, and he was stunned in place: "I actually don't know my sister's name?"

... How is this possible.

He didn't quite understand the root of this abnormality, but a strange feeling suddenly appeared. Ji Taimei's goosebumps immediately covered his whole body, and cold sweat burst out.

【Yin Taimei.】

A voice suddenly came from ahead. Ji Taimei subconsciously cast his sight toward the sound. Only then did he see that one side of the street ahead was an ordinary residential house built with red bricks, and the other side was a lush green bamboo forest. The sound just now came from the bamboo forest.

Ji Taimei swallowed his saliva and shone the flashlight over.

【Yin Taimei.】

Suddenly, another shout rang out. The light of the flashlight passed through the gaps in the bamboo forest, illuminating a black, shiny lacquer surface. That was... a coffin.

A coffin placed in the bamboo forest, with a simple shed built with bamboo poles and thatch to block the sun and rain. Besides that, there was nothing else, simple to the point of being outrageous.

Listen carefully, mixed in the rustling sound of bamboo leaves being blown by the wind, was a crisp sound of 'dong dong'.

Dong—dong—dong—

Dong dong—

"Yin Taimei."

At the same time the knocking sound stopped, another shout rang out. Ji Taimei's body trembled, and the flashlight almost fell to the ground.

This time the sound came from behind. Looking toward the sound, he saw a piece of cement tile leaning against the wall in a small open space between two residential houses. A black lacquer coffin was placed under it. The cement tile was right next to the window of the residential house, and the window was wide open. A pale head slowly poked out from the eaves. "Yin Taimei?"

A voice with some doubt came from that person's mouth. Ji Taimei frowned, and doubt arose in his heart: "Calling me?"

The knocking sound came from the bamboo forest again. Ji Taimei looked up at the head poking out from the window in confusion and asked carefully: "Old fellow, not sleeping so late?"

The other party's expression was stiff, as if he didn't hear what he said.

"Yin Taimei?" Saying that, the head poked out another section from the window, and a snow-white spine was connected behind the neck.

The open ribs were like spider pincers inserted into the cracks of the brick wall. A white bone long snake with a human head crawled out from the window. Ji Taimei's face became even paler than the white bone of the strange snake.

"Ghost..."

Ji Taimei hardened his heart and ran away.

The monster clinging to the wall climbed onto the eaves, its long and twisted body climbing and crawling between the walls and tiles, following behind the fleeing Ji Taimei, constantly making a hoarse sound:

"Yin Taimei?"

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"Yin Taimei?"

"Yin—Tai—Mei—"

Ji Taimei ran for his life through the small paths in Sheep Prison Village, trying to shake off the monster. However, no matter how hard he tried to escape, the sound of the soul-entangling lock-bone still didn't go away, but instead began to get closer and closer as time passed.

Until, it was close at hand.

An irresistible huge force suddenly attacked from behind, knocking Ji Taimei to the ground in a stumble. The nauseating, rotten, bloody smell rushed into his nasal cavity. Opening his eyes in the dust, a pale face was already close at hand, so close that he would almost kiss it if he looked up.

That was an old face covered with wrinkles. The pale skin had no blood color. The fishy, smelly liquid dripped from the broken section of its neck. A mouthful of rotten teeth was black. The terrifying scene scared Ji Taimei to the point of collapse.

He recognized this face. That was Grandma Wang who used to chase him with a broom when he was young.

He struggled desperately to get up and run, but the monster's bones wrapped around his body were as strong as cast copper and iron. The piercing pain did not diminish by half because of Ji Taimei's struggle. The sharp ribs instead stabbed deeper and deeper, creak, creak, deeper and deeper.

Grandma Wang lowered her head and bit into Ji Taimei's neck. The black rotten teeth embedded into the throat, and with a plop, she tore his Adam's apple down with skin and flesh, and the warm arterial blood sprayed out from the throat that was torn apart alive.

Ji Taimei opened his eyes wide, watching Grandma Wang swallow the Adam's apple she tore from his neck in one gulp, and a feeling of extreme unreality surged in his heart. Even the pain of flesh being torn seemed illusory, as if watching a movie.

The pain that humans can bear in a short period of time has a threshold. When this threshold is triggered, the brain, which foresees the life-and-death crisis, will automatically secrete a large amount of painkillers to maintain its own consciousness and prevent shock caused by excessive pain, so as to increase its survival probability.

At this moment, Ji Taimei felt that all his senses were clearer than ever before. He could clearly feel the shape of each rib inserted into his body, like sharp knives stabbing deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper, until—with a pop.

Like piercing a balloon, the ribs of the human bone snake finally closed completely, stabbing directly into his beating heart.

A warm feeling filled from the depths of his chest. That was the arterial blood pumped out from the heart and blood vessels, filling his chest cavity and soaking his gradually cold internal organs.

Ji Taimei's eyes were dull. Heavy breathing and chewing sounds kept coming from his ears. That was Grandma Wang still biting and tearing on his neck, tearing down bloody skin and flesh mouthful by mouthful like a wild dog, swallowing them in one gulp, and then falling down from the broken section of the throat.

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 109 =====