Nightmare Apostle

Mr. Song's saliva flowed more and more, and soon, a small puddle formed on the dirty floor. Wang Longhui knew that he could not wait any longer, so he brought the prepared food and the pot to the table, "Mr. Song, you must be starving, come to the table and eat."

"Okay, let's eat, I love eating the most." Mr. Song looked at the big pot of messy food, his eyes shining.

Mr. Song was inconvenient to move, so Wang Longhui had to help him sit down next to the high-backed chair. During this process, Wang Longhui found that the old man's legs and feet were very wrong. His right leg was strong and strong, but his left leg wrapped in thick cotton pants was obviously shorter, thin and short, as if he had some kind of congenital disability.

When he saw the food, Mr. Song almost ignored Wang Longhui's existence and buried his head in eating. At first, he used chopsticks, but soon he changed to grabbing with his hands.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Wang Longhui was still frightened by the old man's eating style. He stretched out his sleeves and directly went into the boiling pot to take food. He bit all the chicken, duck, fish and bones with meat. The crisp sound of bones being bitten echoed in the room.

"Uncle Song, you...you eat slowly, it will be bad." Wang Longhui cooked all the food in the refrigerator, steamed, boiled, or baked. Of course, there were many that could only be considered half-cooked at best, but this had no effect on Uncle Song's appetite.

Wang Longhui knew that if the food was finished, Uncle Song would eat him, so he delayed as much as possible.

Fortunately, after Uncle Song finished eating more than half of the food in front of him, he finally stopped, licking his fingers and looking at Wang Longhui with satisfaction, "Young man, your food is very suitable for my taste, why don't you eat it?"

"Uncle, I've had dinner." Wang Longhui replied very obediently.

"No, you must eat. If you don't eat, I will feel bad for the old man. Also, how can my children eat if you don't eat?"

Uncle Song frowned.

"Your children..." Wang Longhui was a little confused by these words. The letter of entrustment clearly stated that Uncle Song was a poor widower.

When talking about his children, Uncle Song was obviously a little depressed. He sighed, waved his hand, signaled Wang Longhui to eat, and told him about the past.

According to Uncle Song, he was a good widower, but he has adopted 4 godchildren over the years, including 3 godsons and 1 goddaughter.

These cheap children all came to him on their own initiative. At the beginning, they were closer to Uncle Song than their own fathers, and promised to take care of Uncle Song's life in the second half of his life, but in fact, their motives were not pure, and they all came for his property.

But Uncle Song was kind-hearted. Even though he saw through the true colors of these godchildren, he pretended not to know and used his savings to feed these godchildren, hoping that one day they would wake up.

Wang Longhui looked at the food on the table in front of him and the four remaining chairs by the table. He understood that the remaining four chairs were prepared for Uncle Song's four children. The leftovers on the table were not because Uncle Song couldn't eat them, but were left for those unfilial children. He invited himself to come to his house to cook a table of good food just to call all his children back for a reunion dinner.

"Uncle, you are so kind." Flattery never wears out. The crisis tonight has basically passed. Wang Longhui wants to have a good relationship with Uncle Song and get more clues about this apartment from him.

"Eat, eat quickly, don't just listen to me, an old man. Eat more so that my children can eat more." Uncle Song persuaded, and his eyes became more kind when he looked at Wang Longhui.

Including this time, Uncle Song has advised Wang Longhui three times, but facing the food in front of him, Wang Longhui really couldn't eat it. The big piece of beef on the table even had blood in it. It was not cooked at all because it was too short.

"Uncle, when will your children come? Do you want me to go back first so as not to delay your reunion dinner?" Wang Longhui wanted to take the opportunity to slip away.

Unexpectedly, Grandpa Song suddenly laughed, "You said my unfilial children, they knew there would be food today, and they have been waiting for a long time. Now... they are probably starving now. Just wait, I will call them out to eat." "

Hearing this, Wang Longhui's head smacked, and he even forgot to help Grandpa Song up. Grandpa Song struggled to stand up, took the crutches, and used his strong right leg to limp towards the closed bedroom. When he got close, he pushed the door open.

The scene in the bedroom shocked Wang Longhui. There was no bed inside, and there were four torn quilts spread on the floor, with a person lying on each quilt.

Three men, and a short young woman, all of whom had crooked mouths and completely lost the ability to take care of themselves. Their bodies twitched from time to time, and their noses and eyes were snotty. Tears and vomit were mixed together, and there was a large pool of excrement under their bodies that emitted a foul smell. It was obvious that they had been imprisoned here for a long time.

What was even more terrifying was that these people had missing limbs. Two of the men were missing a left arm, and the other was missing a right arm. The third man was also the strongest of all. His right leg was sawed off at the root, and the last woman lost her left leg.

‘Children, come out to eat. Let me introduce you to this kind man who came to take care of your father.’ Uncle Song’s voice revealed relief, ‘He will help your father feed you later, don’t worry.’

After that, regardless of the stench on those people, he dragged all four children to the dining table and roughly fixed them to the chairs with a very wide thick yellow tape.

Wang Longhui was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. He saw Uncle Song's left foot hidden in his trouser leg accidentally exposed. The foot had rotted away, but it could still be seen that the foot was very small and had very fine bones. The key thing is that the five toes are still painted with bright red nail polish.

At this moment, the young woman tied to his side happened to be missing a left leg, and her right foot, which was dragging on the ground, was painted with the same red nail polish.

These people were not dead, but they were beaten unconscious. From Wang Longhui's perspective, it could be clearly seen that the backs of the four people's heads were smashed with blunt instruments such as hammers.

Seeing his children sitting at the dining table, Uncle Song showed a happy smile and said, "Young man, thank you for allowing our family to reunite.

These unfilial children of mine, they keep claiming to take care of me, but they are not even willing to dedicate an arm or a leg, and want me to get it myself. It really makes you laugh.:: "

After a pause, Uncle Song stared directly at Wang Longhui, "I want to feed my children. Would you mind helping me?"

"Of course... of course not." Wang Longhui was so frightened that he dared to say no.

Seeing this, Uncle Song smiled happily. There was no need to urge him. Wang Longhui immediately picked up the rice bowl and tremblingly wanted to help Uncle Song feed a few people, but he was stopped. Without these foods, I can only eat liquid food.”

Uncle Song stroked the face of one of the young men and carefully wiped the dirt from his mouth. His eyes were filled with the love of the elders for the younger ones. Then, under Wang Longhui's shocked gaze, he opened the man's mouth forcefully and leaned over. , condescendingly, punched the man's neck, and spat in the man's mouth.

“Ugh~~”

Wang Longhui: "!!!"