Chapter 47 Quirky Death (1/2)

Chapter 47 Quirky Death

Xiao Hong's walking posture was very stiff. While walking, she was touching her belly, and there was a very strange smile on her face: “My son is going to be born, I want to eat something different.”

Hearing her words, Mimi screamed that Xiao Hong didn’t have a baby.

She said that Xiao Hong did not have a baby; in the past few years, Xiao Hong did not even have a boyfriend.

While Mimi and I went back, I asked Mimi, ”What exactly is Xiao Hong?”

”She sells houses.” Mimi hugged my waist and said.

“Sells houses?”

That's a girl who sells houses?

How could a girl who sells houses afford such expensive school district housing?

But after thinking about it, I remembered that Liao Min, who sold houses, had a BMW X5. Although I did not understand where her money came from, I felt that selling houses was a very lucrative business.

Xiao Hong listened to Mimi, and her smile became more and more strange, “Yesterday I didn’t, but today I do.”

Xiao Hong touched her belly. She was wearing pajamas and her body was wrapped tightly, highlighting the belly. Looking at her belly, she looked to be at least three months pregnant.

She smiled again and said she wanted to kill us, and then eat us; let her baby taste fresh meat.

“Isn’t this woman a psycho?” I secretly thought, and took an ashtray from the coffee table. If something happened, I would beat her down, and hurriedly run with Mimi.

Xiao Hong was getting nearer to me. Her hair suddenly soared, covering her face, only revealing a pair of dark eyes.

The eyes, narrowed like soybeans, extremely ferocious, made me think of a weasel.

When I was a child in my master's home, weasels wanted to steal our chickens, and my master didn't care. But I took a stick and stayed in the kitchen at night.

That night, the first time I saw the weasel in the dark, it confronted me.

I saw its eyes; small, quiet bright, full of glitter, they gave me the feeling that they could steal my soul.

On that night, I didn't beat it, because I was afraid... Afraid of its eyes.

I had never forgotten those eyes.

Now, I looked at Xiao Hong, and thought of the weasel's eyes.

”Ha! Chicken is not delicious, I want to eat a bit of human flesh.” Xiao Hong said, laughing.

Then, her hair parted again, and I saw Xiao Hong completely changed. Her face became sharper, and I could even see a little yellow hair on her face.

She opened her mouth and spat out a lump of something yellow.

I looked carefully. What she spit out was a piece of raw chicken

I looked at the table again. Oh my god, when we had just come in, Xiao Hong was eating a frozen raw chicken. The chicken was half-eaten.

Now she completely spit it out, and wanted to eat our meat?

”Hah!” She smiled again and went towards me.

I really couldn't stand it, I tried to frighten her away: “You... Get out of here. Don't come over here, or I'll kill you with an ashtray.”

I put Mimi behind me.

To be honest, my heart was really afraid.

“Hee hee.”

Xiao Hong suddenly smiled again, and she burst into a very piercing laughter.

I was so scared that I could not move.

Then she stretched out her hand. I didn’t know when, but her nails had become flushed.

”Eat meat! Eat human flesh, hee hee.”

She was so weird that I grabbed Mimi and ran towards the door.

But I could not pull the door open. I pulled the door handle as hard as I could, but it wouldn’t budge.

My first reaction was... I met an evil ghost.

This Xiao Hong, must have been possessed by an evil ghost.

”Don't go. If you go, what will my children eat?”

Xiao Hong came towards us again.

Mimi sobbed and begged Xiao Hong to stay away, we were her friends.

”Hee hee.” Xiao Hong didn't care, still slowly coming toward us.

She suddenly lay on the ground like an animal, crawling on the ground, her mouth open and her face more and more vicious.

As I looked at her, I tried to open the door, and my back was drenched in sweat.

Xiao Hong was only two or three meters away from us when I suddenly heard glass shattering. I saw on the balcony, there was a person wearing a black robe, kneeling. He carried a large black wooden box.