CHAPTER 599: CHAPTER 110_4

"Brother Hu, are you so sure Miao Miao is on the second floor?"

"What?"

"Since we came to this house, have you heard Miao Miao’s voice?"

As soon as Tan Wenbin finished speaking, a young girl’s voice came from the second floor:

"Hu Yiwei, I’m waiting for you on the second floor."

Hu Yiwei exclaimed excitedly: "It’s Miao Miao!"

Tan Wenbin still holding Hu Yiwei’s wrist tightly didn’t let go: "Brother Hu, let Miao Miao come down. You’re here to demand justice, not to apologize. You need to show your stance!"

"I..."

"Hu Yiwei, if you don’t come up, just leave." Miao Miao’s voice came again from the second floor, "Between us, there really isn’t much to talk about anymore."

"Miao Miao, I have some things I must tell you."

Hu Yiwei began to try to break free from Tan Wenbin’s grip: "Binbin, let me go, let me finish talking to Miao Miao and I’ll come right down, real quick."

"You..."

Just then, Tan Wenbin heard a creaking from the coffin next to him, and at the same time, a chill invaded his body.

Binbin’s body immediately stiffened, drained of strength, unable to even speak.

Damn it, this thing has entered my body!

Hu Yiwei finally pried Tan Wenbin’s hands off.

Zeng Yinyin said: "Come on, Hu Yiwei, follow me upstairs, Miao Miao is a bit depressed, don’t say anything to provoke her."

"I understand, Sister Yin."

Zeng Yinyin led Hu Yiwei to the hall and up the wooden staircase.

She pushed open the door on the second floor, stood aside, and motioned for Hu Yiwei to enter first.

Hu Yiwei frowned slightly because he smelled a strong scent of camphor oil, very oppressive and stifling.

But he still didn’t hesitate too much and stepped inside.

Zeng Yinyin didn’t plan to go in; she grabbed the doorframe and closed the door.

Then, with a smile on her face, she slowly walked downstairs.

...

"Miao Miao! My Miao Miao! My Miao Miao!"

Inside, there was an altar table, apart from several candles, there was also a big fish sliced in half vertically, as if it was offered there.

Under the dim candlelight, Hu Yiwei was holding a woman... more precisely, hugging a mummy, and weeping bitterly.

The mummy’s face still looked the same, one could tell it was a girl about Hu Yiwei’s age, but everything below her neck had shrunk to an unnatural thinness, describing it as skin and bones does not fit; it’s clear even the bones had severely shrunk.

It’s like using matches to form a person’s trunk and limbs, then finally placing a normal person’s head on top.

Behind Zeng Miaomiao was another mummy, this one was indistinguishable between genders because its head had shrunk as well, thereby creating a harmony in its discordance.

Beside this corpse, there was a walking stick.

This one must be the Zeng family’s grandma.

Hu Yiwei still had feelings for Zeng Miaomiao, seeing his former lover turn into this, he was truly heartbroken.

But Zeng Miaomiao kept her eyes closed, unable to speak, perhaps even unable to perceive.

"What on earth did you do to Miao Miao, why did she become like this, why!" Hu Yiwei almost went mad.

But just after shouting this sentence, Hu Yiwei felt his whole body numb and fell to the ground.

His brain was still clear, now he realized, there might be poison in this camphor oil.

"Drip-drip..."

The half-section of the fish began to flop on the altar table, eventually falling next to Hu Yiwei, splattering grease as it landed.

Hu Yiwei strained his eyes; it wasn’t the smell of camphor oil, it was fish oil.

"Vomit!"

Zeng Miaomiao’s mouth suddenly opened, and from it, small fishes started to pour out, along with the flow of the small fishes, Zeng Miaomiao’s originally somewhat normal head began to shrink rapidly, visibly turning into a mummy.

Hu Yiwei’s eyes reddened, but he was utterly unable to move.

These small fish floundered towards Hu Yiwei, seemingly small but their mouths appeared to have sharp teeth, Hu Yiwei felt his whole body being torn.

At this time, this fish with only half its body left opened its mouth, surprisingly emitting Zeng Miaomiao’s voice:

"Hu Yiwei, didn’t you want to talk to me? Speak, Hu Yiwei, why aren’t you speaking?"

A horrid despair was gradually consuming him.

...

Zeng Yinyin walked down the stairs, back to the kitchen, and looked carefully at Tan Wenbin still sitting there motionless.

She put a finger in her mouth, smiling:

"Tonight we’ll use him, my brother-in-law, really isn’t up to the mark, I’m not satisfied, and you couldn’t perform well, what do you think, my man?

He should last about three or four days, after using him up, just throw him upstairs as a sacrifice, then we’ll find someone new."

After waiting for a while and seeing Tan Wenbin not speaking, Zeng Yinyin asked somewhat curiously:

"What do you think, say something?"

Tan Wenbin slowly lifted his head, Zeng Yinyin’s expression changed accordingly.

Because sticking to Tan Wenbin’s forehead was an unknown talisman paper.

"You wish!"