C15 The Woman Who Disappears

"AHH!" I woke up to my own screams.

Martial Uncle was squeezing the toothpaste, and when he heard me shout like that, the toothpaste landed precisely on his stomach.

"You stinking brat, what are you shouting so early in the morning!" The Martial Uncle said while wiping the toothpaste on his body.

I will completely explain the matter of the woman from last night coming here to Martial Uncle.

But Martial Uncle looked at me like he was looking at a primary school student who was lying.

Luckily I didn't tell him about last night's dream, otherwise Martial Uncle wouldn't believe me even more.

"If someone enters my room, I won't know. Or a woman in high heels? I sleep so softly, so loudly, I can't hear it. What a joke. "

I helplessly looked at Martial Uncle. I really don't know if he was funny or I was funny, but he actually said that he had slept light. But clearly, he didn't even wake up when I spoke to him yesterday.

"What I said was all true. This Lady Boss's daughter-in-law really came here to find me!" I stressed it again.

"Wait till I'm done brushing my teeth, I've really drunk too much wine. Even when I wake up, I still talk in my sleep." He brushed his teeth as he opened the door to the bathroom.

I turned to look at the closet where the woman had come out of yesterday. There seemed to be something under the door.

Because it's daytime, I'm not afraid.

I went over and opened the cupboard door. There was a strand of hair underneath. I picked it up and looked at it carefully.

This hair was very long, almost the same length as the woman's hair from yesterday. It should be that woman who hid here yesterday and had her hair cut off by the door.

Speaking of this, this woman was really strong. If a normal person got so much hair cut off, they would definitely yell for it to hurt, but she couldn't make any sound at all.

But now that she thought about it, her eyeball could be dressed in a handmade outfit, so this bit of hair shouldn't mean much.

Looking carefully at the hair, it was thinner and smoother than a normal person's. It felt a little familiar to the hands, but it was more or less the same.

At the root of the hair, there were traces of crimson, similar to blood, but there was no white hair root like a normal person.

How painful would it feel to rip it off? It was already bleeding.

After a while, Martial Uncle finished washing up. He looked at the thing in my hand and said, "Where did you get the black silkworm silk from? Where's Old Yang?"

I asked in astonishment, "What?" black silkworm silk? "Look carefully, it's a woman's hair. It's the hair that was cut off by the door last night. Look, there's even blood on the end!"

"Could it be that there really was a woman who came here yesterday?" Martial Uncle took my long hair and observed it in the sunlight.

After looking for a long time, the Martial Uncle said: "These are indeed black silkworm threads, but they are thicker than the ones in your shop, darker and more slippery. It seems to be because of the nourishment of the blood that they are of such good quality."

"How do you know about blood nourishment?" I asked him.

"Didn't you say that it was pulled out from that woman's head, and that there was even blood in her hair? Isn't that just blood nourishing?" The Martial Uncle said.

"Is it the same thing with the plants growing on the graveyard that are even more lush than those growing on the normal land?" I spread out my hands, thinking that Martial Uncle was thinking too simply.

"Of course, but why is the silk on her head? Could it be that one of the Gu that you mentioned is this black silkworm?" I understand it this way, and change it to this way.

"No, no, no, if it's just for the hair, then it's unnecessary to plant Gu, wouldn't it be better to buy a wig? After all, Gu are poisonous, and are very harmful to a person's body." The Martial Uncle explained.

I looked at the black silkworm silk, it was dark and bright indeed, the hair that the ancients spoke of was like a black waterfall, and this kind of hair quality could be described as something like this.

"Oh yeah, what did that woman say to you yesterday, repeat it again for Martial Uncle."

"She said that it was the Zhang Clan that harmed her and wanted us to avenge her. She said that some secret was in the Zhang Clan's living room." I repeated what the woman had said.

"She didn't give you anything else?" The Martial Uncle asked.

I shook my head. "That's all she said."

Let's go out. I'll go out first. You can come down after you're done.

After I washed up, I hastily went downstairs. The Lady Boss called out to me, "Young man, you can't stay here anymore. If you can't, then settle the bill."

"Didn't that fatty just tell you?" I asked her.

The Lady Boss laughed. He said that his secretary would tie the knot for him. You're not afraid of him knowing that you're talking about your boss behind his back. "

I embarrassedly smiled as I cleared up the inn and the food and wine before heading back to the village.

Seeing so many people gathered around the village entrance, my curiosity passed, but there were so many people that I couldn't see anything.

Martial Uncle saw me first. He pulled me with him, and with his advantage of being both fat and strong, he pushed me to the front.

A group of people were gathered around a white dress, a small bag, and a pair of high-heeled shoes.

"What's so good about this set of clothes?" Martial Uncle scratched his head.

But I felt my scalp go cold when I looked at it, because I knew it, and it was what the woman had worn yesterday.

The head of the woman in the dream yesterday, the one who exploded through the tail of the nine-tailed fox, flashed across her mind.

The new villagers who came to watch the show also asked the same question as the Martial Uncle. What was so good about a set of clothes?

The villager standing in front explained, "I woke up early this morning and saw a person in the distance. I thought he was from the village and wanted to come and greet him."

"She took off her clothes in front of you?" A few people laughed and jeered from the side.

"Don't spout nonsense, listen to others!"

The villager continued, "Before I got to her, she fell down. I thought she was sick, so I hurried over to see what happened to her."

"I haven't touched her yet. Her skin is like, it's torn apart like a taut cloth, so many black bugs crawled out and started eating her skin and hair."

"Where are the bugs?" The villagers beside him asked.

"After eating all these, the insect disappeared in the sun as if it was on fire. Look at the black holes on the skirt, they were all burned by the insects!" He pointed to the dress on the floor.

I also looked at the dress with the others, and sure enough, there were burn marks on it.

"But who can prove that what you say is true?" one of the people who had jeered asked him.

"I can prove I was there," said another. "I saw it on my doorstep, and though I was far away, I could see that there was a man walking there, and then he just fell down and went black and disappeared."

"That's right, the village entrance has a camera installed. We should look for the village chief to see if what he said is true or not."