Chapter 632 - Air Fumigants (1/2)

Translator: Lonelytree  Editor: Millman97

“What is producing that smell‽” The drunkard covered his mouth and nose as he shone his flashlight into the dog house. Out of his expectations, there was nothing inside. “This looks perfectly clean, but if that’s the case, why is it so smelly? Even ruined meat wouldn’t be this smelly!”

Resisting the urge to vomit, the drunkard picked up the nearby branch to sift through the dirt inside the dog house. “There’s nothing buried underneath either, so where is the stench coming from? It smells like the stench has soaked into the wooden boards…”

The echoes of harried footsteps neared. The drunkard took a step back. Unable to stand the smell, he jumped through the open window into the building.

“Hopefully, the family won’t lead the monster here.” The drunkard started to regret calling the middle-aged man to follow him—that had completely exposed his location, had it not?

Holding his head in his hands, the drunkard squatted beneath the window and pinched his skin. “This is not a dream, but what the hell was the thing that I saw? How can a head move so fast? And how did it move anyway? Using its chin?”

The drunkard believed that tragedy had already struck the family of three, but he had no thoughts of going out to save them either. “Other than me, all of the other passengers on the bus have probably died already. No one would have the courage to face these things, no one…”

He was still feeling light-headed; however, that was not from alcohol but from fear and shock. With cold sweat pouring out of his every pore, the drunkard shivered. “What should I do now? Without a signal on the phone, I have no idea where I am. I guess I’ll just hide here until the fog disperses.”

After what happened earlier, the drunkard did not dare wander aimlessly anymore. He cowered under the window, and several minutes later, he suddenly heard the door of the yard creak open.

“Someone’s here!” Holding his breath, the drunkard focused on his hearing. After the gate opened, there was no other sound.

“Did the thing just come in to take a quick look? Did the monster not discover me?” This time, the drunkard had learned from his previous lesson; he did not poke his head up to look through the window, worried that someone might be looking back at him. Instead, he got his phone, adjusted the angle, and used the camera function to look out into the yard. The gate was half-open, but there was no one in the yard.

“I guess that was lucky.” The drunkard stood up, and when he put the phone away, his elbow brushed against the bottle left on the windowsill.

“An air-freshener?” The drunkard replaced the bottle and did not think too much of it. Standing up, the drunkard finally had the time to study his hiding place. Perhaps it was his heightened nerves, but he felt like there was a strange voice whispering into his ears. It sounded like the tingle of a wind chime.

This was an old tradition, hanging wind chimes above the door. When they jingled, it represented that someone had entered the room. If this was normal, the drunkard would not have cared, but this situation was different. There was a feeling that someone was wandering near the entrance, and it was moving fast.

Just the thought that there was something else in the house with him caused his heart to constrict. Footsteps shuffled on the ground. The drunkard was facing away from the window, and he suddenly noticed the light behind him dimming like something was standing at the window, blocking the light.

Who’s standing outside the window‽ As that thought crossed his mind, the drunkard’s head was about to explode. His body was frozen in fear, and the wind chime jingled more intensely. Something is approaching!

The drunkard summoned all of his courage to turn back to look, but there was nothing at the window.