C5 (1/2)

When I heard about virgin blood, I was stunned. What is this virgin blood?

Before I could react, Butcher Liu threw me a bunch of keys and said, ”It's in a small red wooden box in the drawer of my room. Look for it.”

I could only nod my head and bravely went to Butcher Liu's house.

Along the way, I met many seniors in the village. They all asked me where I was going, how my family was, and whether I needed their help. All of them were rejected by me.

When I reached the house of Butcher Liu, I opened the door and went in. The door of the hall was not locked, it was just hanging there. I pushed it open and made a sound that felt like it was from an age.

I went into Butcher Liu's room and started rummaging through the boxes. Soon, I found the small wooden box in a small table near Butcher Liu's bed. Opening it, I saw that there was a long thing curled up inside.

This should be the virgin blood that Butcher Liu talked about? I thought to myself as I closed the box and carried it away, but all of a sudden I found a yellowed diary at the bottom of the box when I took it away.

He unintentionally swept a glance at it and didn't take it to heart, but this yellowed diary actually had three large words written on it: Book of Life and Death!

I wondered what was going on. The diary seemed to have some sort of magic, attracting me to look at it.

But at the same time, there was another voice that told me not to touch other people's things. After a few moments of hesitation, reason overcame my curiosity and I turned around to leave.

But at this moment, God loves to play tricks on people. A gust of wind blew through the window, blowing the book open. I subconsciously closed the drawer, but I discovered that there was something wrong.

Because I saw a familiar name on the book, Wang Huajiang.

Isn't that my second uncle's name? Why would it be in Butcher Liu's diary? I put down the red box, took out the diary, and flipped to the page with Second Uncle. To my surprise, not only is there Second Uncle's name, there's also Grandfather, Grandma, Father, and even my name.

Five neat rows.

Grandfather was in first place, Second Uncle was in second place, but for some reason, the two names already had their names crossed out with a pen. Grandma was in third place, Dad was in fourth place, and I was the last.

Only the word ”unknown” was written on the back of my name.

More importantly, our family has a grandfather who has passed away more than ten years ago, but he didn't leave. Only without his mother, his mother passed away earlier than his grandfather, how could he forget about his mother?

This discovery was a little hard for me to understand. Why did Butcher Liu write our family's name in his diary, and more importantly, why did this diary make him a Book of Life and Death?

I turned the page from beginning to end. Apart from our house, there was no one else in the entire village. Only our family names appeared in the Book of Life and Death.

At that moment, I heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside. I quickly put the diary back in its place and closed the drawer.

The next second, Butcher Liu rushed in frantically. When he saw Butcher Liu, I couldn't help but be stunned. ”Butcher Liu, why are you back?”

Butcher Liu stood in the doorway with a sullen face, staring at me with a pair of eyes that looked very scary. ”What are you doing? Taking something out for so long?”

The face of Butcher Liu is scary enough. If he knew that I touched his things, then I would definitely be in trouble.

Trembling, I replied that there were too many drawers in the room. It took me a long time to find the red box he was talking about.

After saying that, I took out the red box from my bosom. ”It, it's this, right?”

Butcher Liu ignored me and walked straight in. I stepped aside and he opened the drawer. Then he turned his head and asked me in an interrogative tone, ”You didn't read the diary below?”

I shook my head to tell him I hadn't read it, and at the same time asked him in a daze if he had a diary. I closed the box as soon as I took it.

Butcher Liu's expression calmed down a bit. He stopped looking gloomy and instead squeezed out a smile and said to me, ”It's fine, your Uncle Liu usually likes to write his diary to express his emotions. Some things aren't suitable for you, so that's why Uncle Liu …”

Uncle Liu didn't finish his last sentence, but I understood what he meant. I nodded to show that I understood. This was his private matter, so I couldn't look around.

Only then did Butcher Liu start laughing, telling me to hurry up and leave. After a while, the time of mourning was over.

When I returned home with Butcher Liu, the village chief was still waiting for me. When he saw Butcher Liu standing up, he complained, ”Why is it so slow for me to take things?” What a nuisance.

I don't blame him for not saying it clearly. He had too many drawers in his room, and he didn't say which one.

With Butcher Liu's explanation, the Village Head did not say anything, and Butcher Liu was no longer idle. He took out the goat's intestines from the red box and passed through the bottom of Second Uncle's coffin.

At this moment, Second Uncle's coffin had already been placed on four bowls. What I didn't expect was that the bowls didn't shatter. The coffin was very heavy.

After finishing all this, the village chief and Butcher Liu used scissors to cut open the intestines of the sheep. The blood inside immediately spurted out, wetting a large area at the bottom of the coffin. The entire room was filled with the thick smell of blood.