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Seeing a black pig digging for his grandfather's grave, I felt that this matter was too absurd. Could it be that this pig was here to take revenge on my grandfather?

However, the Second Uncle had already made his move. With a ”peng” sound, the hunting rifle hit the pig, and the pig immediately let out a wail, just like what he heard every time he killed the pig.

But after the gunshots, the pig did not fall down, nor did it run away in panic. Instead, it turned around and stared at Second Uncle, its hooves continuously digging the ground, its two blood-red eyes staring at Second Uncle.

Now it was our turn to panic, because the pig's eyes were too emotional. It was obvious from its angry expression that this expression was definitely not something a pig should have.

”Peng!” In his anger, Second Uncle didn't think too much and fired another shot, hitting the pig's head. However, the power of the shotgun was too small and the bullet actually didn't penetrate it, but got stuck there.

The pig rushed towards Second Uncle, knocked him down to the ground, and was about to open its mouth to bite him, but at that moment, my father rushed over and waved his machete fiercely.

My blood boiled when I saw this scene. I also rushed forward and stabbed down with the dagger in my hand.

With a ”pu” sound, the dagger sank into the pig's body. Then, the pig collapsed and died.

My dad pulled Second Uncle out from under the pig's body and kept asking him if he was alright.

Second Uncle's face was as white as paper, his entire body was trembling and he was shaking his head unharmed.

My dad sighed and helped Second Uncle to the side. Then he went over to fill up my grandfather's tomb with the earth that was dug up.

At first, I thought it was a wild boar, but upon closer inspection, I realized that it was a sow. Furthermore, it was the type that was raised by farmers, and its size was at most one hundred or eight kilograms.

So I asked my father and Second Uncle why did a domestic pig come and dig my grandfather's grave. I had heard of a wild boar digging a grave, but that was because there was mountain medicine and yellow spirit around the grave.

Second Uncle finally caught his breath and told me with a trembling voice that this sow was one of the killers who killed Grandfather.

The Pig Slayer was killed by the Pig Slaughterer. I think this is the funniest joke of the year.

But when Second Uncle slowly said it, I couldn't laugh because he said that the pig was about to turn into a spirit.

”This pig is raised by old lady Wang. It has been raised for more than ten years. A few days ago …” The Second Uncle started to talk about the reason why I came here. After listening to it, I was shocked.

Because I remembered a story from a fantasy magazine about the Republic of China era, about a sow killing a man, about a farmer who raised a sow and kept her baby and didn't sell her, and killed her and ate her meat when she grew up, and gave her the bones to eat, and so on for more than ten years, when suddenly the sow went mad and rushed out of her nest and killed her entire family, shocking the world.

Later on, a monk explained that this pig would gain wisdom after nurturing it for a long time, and the family did not know that not only did they slaughter its son in front of it, but they also fed its bones to it.

The history is so similar, our village's Old Lady Wang also raised a sow, after laying the piglet, she raised a big pig to eat meat, only to eat half and sell half, it has been more than ten years.

It's just bad luck for my grandpa, because this sow is too old, and didn't give birth to any more babies last year. If the sow doesn't give birth, then she'll be a waste pig, so Old Lady Wang asked her grandpa to help her kill the pig.

But the pig already knew that old lady Wang was going to kill it, so it tricked my grandpa's scouting. When my grandpa was about to kill it, it suddenly knocked my grandpa over and coincidentally stabbed the knife into his stomach.

No wonder they didn't say it earlier, it's really too embarrassing. Grandfather went out to train under someone else and killed pigs, and I don't know how many pigs he killed in the past few decades, but in the end, he died because of one pig. Naturally, it's very shameful.

After my father finished filling in the soil, he came over to ask us what we should do with the pig.

I suggest we bury it.