Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 539 - 348 Cannibalism_2

Chapter 539 -348 Cannibalism_2

Wei the Sixth glanced around a few times, hesitated for a moment, then took a few steps forward, passing through the entrance of the alley.

However, after a few steps, he stopped, turned back, and came back.

“Ah, this cannibalistic world, how is one to live! Oh, Heaven above, consider this as accumulating virtue and doing good.”

Wei the Sixth sighed, ultimately unable to bear it, and went over. Then, he took out a large meat bun, approached, and crouched down to hand it to the other person.

“Take it and eat! You won’t be hungry after eating it.”

Wei the Sixth actually knew that for people starved to madness, even giving them a couple more buns wouldn’t fill their stomachs.

But offering a bun was already the greatest kindness Wei the Sixth could muster.

After all, he still had a family to feed.

“Smack!”

Just then, from the dark corner, a withered hand suddenly stretched out. It did not grab the bun but instead seized Wei the Sixth’s wrist in one swift motion.

In that instant, Wei the Sixth’s body shuddered, his entire body’s hair stood on end, and his expression was one of extreme fear.

A ghastly pale and chilling face slowly emerged from the Shadow, looking exactly like the face of a corpse. Moreover, the palm was terrifyingly cold, as if made of ice iron.

Most horrifying was that the face’s eyes were blood red, fierce and brutal, resembling a ravenous demon.

“I’m so hungry”

A severely emaciated figure slowly rose from within the Shadow, the expression on its face incredibly rigid, those blood-red eyes fixedly staring at Wei the Sixth.

However, at that moment, its mouth slowly opened, the corners stretching wider and wider, splitting grotesquely towards its ears.

“Ahh—”

After a brief scream, the alley echoed with a series of dull swallowing and chewing sounds.

…

At the time of Wei the Sixth’s demise, several similar eerie incidents nearly simultaneously occurred in the nearby workshop squares.

In Wa Mu Square, down a narrow and long alley, a man in a brown jacket, his head covered in sweat and face filled with terror, desperately ran towards the outer end of the alley.

Seeing the end of the alley was within reach, and bright light shot into the alley from the end, the man couldn’t help but reveal a wildly ecstatic smile.

However, before he could relax, a spine-chilling voice suddenly sounded right behind his neck.

“I’m so hungry”

Before the words fell, an exceedingly cold hand suddenly grabbed his ankle.

The man looked down in utter terror, only to see a skeletal “person” crouching at his feet, now lifting a ghastly pale face and giving him a sinister smile.

“Save—oomph!”

He barely shouted for help when his voice abruptly cut off.

At the alley’s end, the man had vanished without a trace; only a long drag mark remained.

As time passed, unnoticed, the Nether Moon had reached its zenith.

In a household, a boy of about eleven or twelve years old curled up on a clay bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

He was hungry!

“Dad, why aren’t you back yet?”

Fang Xiaomu muttered to himself, gritted his teeth, and tightened his belt even more, making one worry it might actually break his waist.

“Really not hungry anymore.”

Fang Xiaomu’s face turned bright red as he held his breath until he tightened his belt and let out a long breath, his face showing a relieved smile.

“Creak—”

Suddenly, a light sound came from the door, which pushed open, and then someone walked in.

“Who!” Fang Xiaomu heard the noise and immediately struggled to get up, turning his head to look at the door.

Under the dim light, at the doorway, a blurry figure stood there, but because of the dim night light, it was not clear, seeming to be a man’s figure, just standing quietly there, not making a sound.

If it were someone else, they might have been frightened by this scene, but Fang Xiaomu, far from being scared, was actually very happy and ran towards the doorway.

“Dad!”

The figure at the door, although his hair was hanging loose and his face not clear, how could he not recognize his own dad?

Fang Xiaomu excitedly sprang off the clay bed, ran over, and directly flung himself onto his father.

However, the place he touched was utterly cold, devoid of any warmth.

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Fang Xiaomu found it strange, looked up, and only saw a pair of blood-red eyes emanating a brutal fierceness; his little face instantly turned pale… Ah!

…

The streets were silent in the deep of the night, and Old Liu, a night watchman, dragged his exhausted body along the streets and alleys, weakly clanking his rattle.

“Dry weather, be careful with fire and lights!”

“Secure your doors and windows, beware of thieves!”

Soon, Old Liu reached the doorway of a household and found it odd that the door was wide open.

“Could it be that thieves have broken in…” Old Liu thought about the city’s overpopulation and the inevitable thieves who roamed from house to house.

As he pondered, he suddenly smelled a strong odor of blood, seemingly emanating from inside the door.

Old Liu’s heart thudded—he had been a night watchman for decades, had heard and seen all sorts of demon and ghostly creatures, and was far braver than the average citizen.

He put away his rattle and cautiously stepped toward the household.

No sooner had he crossed the threshold than he abruptly heard a burst of laughter from inside.

“Dad, stop nibbling on my neck, it tickles.”

“Does it taste good?”

“Mmm, delicious.”

“If it’s delicious, eat more of it.”

“Dad hasn’t eaten, I’ll save some for dad.”

“No need, I’m eating right now! Eat more.”

Hearing these sounds, the uneasy Old Liu instantly perked up and sighed with relief.

Nothing has happened! It turns out that this family had simply forgotten to close their door.

Old Liu stepped over the threshold, and looked into the dimly lit room, where no lamps were lit, making only two blurry shadows visible, clinging tightly together.

“Hey, you two shouldn’t only be eating! You completely forgot to close the door in the middle of the night.”

Old Liu squinted and shouted into the room.

But as he finished speaking, a sliver of moonlight suddenly shot through the door into the room.

Under the moonlight, the scene inside the room abruptly became clear.

In that moment, Old Liu felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his body freezing in place.

Inside, two figures, one large and one small, sat at a table, munching eagerly.

The child was leaning over the table, picking up bits of meat that had fallen, while the adult stretched his head down to the child’s neck and nibbled bite by bite.

The child’s neck had already been half-eaten away, the flesh was a bloody mess, yet the child seemed unaware, his hands groping around the table, grabbing clumps of flesh and stuffing them in his mouth.

This terrifying sight chilled Old Liu to the core, his limbs paralyzed with fear, instinctively holding his breath.

Just then, the adult suddenly lifted his head, his blood-red eyes staring blankly at Old Liu, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a creepily extreme smile.

With a boom, Old Liu’s scalp tingled, his entire body seemed to explode, his mind going blank.

…

The next day, early morning.

“Oh my! A person has died! Everyone, come and see, there’s a dead body in Xiwa Alley!——”

“What, another death!”

“Plagued, isn’t it? They just hauled away half a cart of people, how could there be more already!”

“The city is no longer safe. We must have stirred the wrath of ghostly creatures. Let’s hurry to the Divine Temple and pray, maybe bring a deity home to ward off demons and evil spirits.”

The next day, a series of fatal incidents burst out in Southern City of Chu State City, with dozens of households falling victim, and numerous mutilated bodies discovered in street corners and alleys.

Disaster had struck!

At that moment, a small head appeared at a doorway, beside it lay a rattle and a wooden mallet used for the watchman’s rounds.

Night watchman Old Liu was dead!

Even in death, his eyes were wide open, portraying immense horror, as if he had seen something tremendously frightening before he died.

Old Liu was left with only half his body, his chest missing the heart, liver, spleen, and lungs. A large chunk of flesh from his neck had disappeared, as if something had eaten it.

However, eerily, there was little blood on the ground, and aside from the bite wounds, there were hardly any traces of blood on his body or surrounding area.

This was highly abnormal… Any normal person would immediately suspect the work of ghostly creatures or zombies.

“Ugh—” someone retched, turning their head away from the body at first glance, unable to bear looking any further.