Horror stories personally experienced by horror novelist Zhou Dedong

Chapter 6 The Scary Meadow (3)
He is a very honest farmer and rarely speaks.

He has no temper, no anger, and Zhang Caiyun is the pillar at home.

It was a villager who went to cut the lye grass on the tianzi and discovered this miserable scene.

He's not a number 20 guy.He memorized the car number and reported to Lin County.

No. 20 is under the jurisdiction of Heilong Town, and Heilong Town is under the jurisdiction of Qingquan County.

Therefore, Lin County notified Qingquan County of this situation, and Qingquan County found Mu Wanjiang according to the car number.

It was already the afternoon of the fourth day when Mu Wanjiang was notified and rushed to the accident site.

Tunzi sent a tractor for Mu Wanjiang.

The village chief also went.

He brought four or five villagers to accompany Mu Wanjiang.

When Mu Wanjiang arrived at the accident site, he climbed into the cab of the Type 55 tractor, saw his wife's pile of hair, and was stunned.

He has been sitting there dazed.

Everyone is watching below.

After more than an hour like this, Mu Wanjiang slowly bent down, picked up the bloody hair, stroked and combed it slowly with one hand.

it's getting dark.

Mu Wanjiang was still combing Zhang Caiyun's hair.

A few people are below, you look at me, I look at you.

The village chief finally raised his head and said softly, "Wan Jiang, we have to go."
He yelled three times, and Mu Wanjiang seemed to have heard it. He nodded in panic, and then got out of the car with his wife's hair in his arms. . . . . .

Since then, Mu Wanjiang seems to be a different person.

He still doesn't like to talk, what has changed is his eyes.

When I say that the eyes of a man are the same as those of a wolf, that is just the shape. The eyes of a man and a wolf are not the same.

And Mu Wanjiang's eyes turned into wolves.

He didn't look for another woman.

He has been living alone.

He has more than a dozen small dogs.All in one color, all white.

He carried a double-barreled shotgun all day long and wandered around the meadow.

Everyone knows that his purpose is not hunting, but revenge.

Before he set off, he locked the dozen or so puppies in the yard with iron chains, and did not give them any food for a few days.

When the dogs were running around and barking wildly in the yard, he lowered his head and sharpened a three-kilogram bone-chopping knife: "Ho! Ho! Ho!—"
Two wolves were wiped out by Mu Wanjiang successively.

When Mu Wanjiang spotted the wolf, his eyes immediately turned green. He raised his gun, took aim, and pulled the trigger: "Boom!——"
The iron sand bullets he distributed would not kill wolves.

The bigger meaning of his firing the gun was to issue orders to the dogs, so the dozen or so hungry and frantic dogs immediately chased after them, running at lightning speed in the grass.

Just like that, the tragedy happened again.

The wolf was injured first, and it limped and fled forward enduring the pain.

Those ten small dogs caught up with the wolf in a blink of an eye, and the dogs and the wolf bit into a ball. Finally, the wolf was outnumbered and wailed and fell down. The dozen small dogs surrounded him and ate him.

Judging from the biting movements of those small dogs, the wolf was still resisting at first, but gradually it stopped struggling, and the dogs ate more and more calmly.

In the end, all that was left of the wolf was fur and bones.

Of course, it is difficult to find wolves at ordinary times, and the rabbits are more affected, and they all die under the teeth of the hungry dogs.

However, Mu Wanjiang can often find wolf dens.

He was determined not to let the little dog eat wolf cubs.

At the beginning, some small dogs rushed at the wolf cubs, but he shot them down on the spot.

The other dogs didn't dare anymore.

He chopped up wolf cubs with a sharp bone-chopping knife.

He chopped off the four paws of the wolf cub first, then the limbs, then the tail, and finally the head. . . . . .

The wolf cub was screaming, the wolf cub sounded like a child.

Mu Wanjiang disassembled the wolf cubs one by one, then assembled the corpses, placed them completely beside the wolf den, and left with the puppy.

For more than half a year, he chopped dozens of wolf cubs with his own hands.

Zhang Caiyun's death is real.

She died in the summer of [-].

She didn't even leave her body, only her hair.

I never saw her before she was alive.When I went to my grandma's house, she had been dead for half a year.

The description of her tragic death is my imagination.

The real situation should be scarier than I imagined.

At that time, dozens of wolves surrounded the cab, Zhang Caiyun's state of mind before he died. . . . . .

No one who has not experienced it can imagine it.

But the following is my own experience.

That memory has been deeply engraved in my mind, and I will never forget it in my life.

That day, my sister took me to dig herbs in the meadow, and when I returned to my grandma's house, it was dark.

The dark meadow is like my grandma's house, which is round and has no direction at all.

We are lost.

My sister grabbed my hand and stumbled and ran on the meadow, our hearts were terrified.

I kept thinking about the hungry wolves, Zhang Caiyun with only hair left, and the chopped wolf cubs. . . . . .

The wind is blowing, and the wind is howling from a distance, like a woman crying.

There are really women crying on the dark meadow!

My sister and I felt it was a woman's cry almost at the same time.

She hugged me tightly.

Or she heard it first, she hugged me tightly like an electric shock, and her shock made me sure that it was a woman crying.

My sister's body was very cold, and I could feel her shaking violently.

The cry was wrapped in the mighty wind, intermittent.

In fact, it was not crying, but howling, dry howling without tears.The tone is long, scorched, tragic, and creepy.

Like a person being skinned alive.

I was also terrified, but I didn't shake at all.

(End of this chapter)