C3 (1/2)

I asked my aunt what it was. But she stammered and stammered for a long time without being able to say anything. In the end, she said, ”Forget it, when your Second Uncle wakes up, you can ask him yourself.”

I asked my aunt if I could release him first. You can rest assured that I can handle him.

Aunt nodded and didn't say anything.

After receiving the key and opening the iron cage, the two of us together carried out the Second Uncle.

It was unknown how long it had been since he had a bath, but Second Uncle's body was emitting a terrible stench.

After entering Second Uncle's bedroom and placing him on the bed, I had the time to size up his room.

Although this is my second time coming to Second Uncle's house, it's still my first time entering his bedroom.

How does this room describe it? There was only one word that could be summed up: luxurious.

Although I don't know much about this country, I know that in India there are only Heaven and Hell, either the rich or the poor.

It was obvious that the Second Uncle was the wealthy type.

But to my surprise, there was one thing that didn't quite match the layout of the room.

On the opposite side of the bed, there is a altar table with incense and other items on it. One can tell that it is offering something, something very similar to our country.

Directly above the altar hung a painting.

The things on this painting were very strange. They said it was a monkey, but it didn't seem like one. They said it wasn't a monkey, but they couldn't think of any other animals.

The animal was covered with long reddish-brown fur, soft and sparse, its face square, its eyes bright.

The only difference between it and a monkey is its face.

I'm a little confused. What the hell is this? Why did the Second Uncle offer it up?

In China, there was the legend of the Five Wild Xian`er in the Northeast. People did have these things to offer, but was this thing also popular in India?

I was about to ask my aunt when I heard something behind me.

Turning around, he realized that it was Second Uncle. His lips were dry and cracked, his face flushed red, and both of his hands were placed on his chest as he panted heavily, struggling to sit up.

I quickly supported the Second Uncle, signalling for him not to get up, so that he could lie down and have a good rest.

My aunt told me to be careful not to get hurt by him.

The Second Uncle was already like this, how could they possibly hurt others?

In order to solve this problem, I hurriedly asked him, Second Uncle, what happened?

Seeing that it was me, the corner of his mouth slightly rose. He only said two words: Looking for Samit …

After he finished speaking, he fainted again.

No matter how much I called him, he wouldn't wake up. I saw my aunt's tears fall with a ”bada bada” sound.

Samit? I quickly thought of the name in my head. It sounded familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before.

I remember now, isn't this Samit the middle-aged man that I gave him the ”Divine Oil” last time?

As soon as I thought of this, I took out my cell phone and checked my address book.

Thank goodness I still have Samit's phone number.

After the call came through, a voice asked me what was the matter.

Due to the urgency of the situation, I simply said a few words and emphasized that the Second Uncle wanted me to go find him.

Samit said that he wouldn't be able to come here right now, so he asked me to take a few pictures of the Second Uncle and then told me to go find him as well as leave him with an address.

However, this address was not the same place as the last time. After asking my aunt, she told me the exact route.

Since she needs to stay at home to watch over the Second Uncle, I have to go.