Netherworld Painted Skin Scroll

Chapter 12 Meat
The flames trembled, Xue Baoping leaned back and glanced towards the door.

Wang Wen smiled, stood up, carried the big bowl to the windowsill, put the bowl down, and Xue Baoping tilted his neck and looked at him sideways.

Wang Wen looked at her neck a few more times, which looked particularly smooth and delicate because of the tension. "Don't blame me, sister. After you left, I thought that you were all alone and seemed to be lacking meat and oil. It was also a good time to grow up. How could this be possible? So I sent you some fresh meat. Your door was not locked, and I saw that you were fast asleep, so I didn't want to call you."

He pushed the big bowl towards Xue Baoping and said, "Eat it. You're welcome. It's the best wild boar meat."

He glanced at the small bowl on the windowsill again: "Wow, you can still see tadpoles these days? I haven't heard frogs croaking for a few years."

Xue Baoping waved his hand and slowly backed away against the wall. Her mother died early and didn't tell her about the relationship between men and women, but she vaguely knew that Wang Wen was not trying to rob her or kill her, but what he was going to do must be more terrible than either of those two.

But just as she took a step back, Wang Wen picked up the big bowl, put his arm around her, and trapped her against the wall. He stared at her, panting, and took the spine meat from the bowl and put it to her mouth: "Try it? Sister, don't let your brother's kindness down."

Xue Baoping's lips trembled. He opened his mouth, took a piece, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

"Is it tasty?"

She nodded quickly.

"Do you want to eat it every day?" He moved closer, almost touching her forehead, then put the meat back into the bowl and placed the bowl on the windowsill. "Listen to your brother and eat it every day from now on—"

Xue Baoping suddenly threw the fire stick in her hand to the ground, and darkness instantly descended. At the same time, she quickly got out of Wang Wen's arms and ran to the door immediately.

But a rough and powerful hand suddenly grabbed her arm and dragged her back, and Xue Baoping immediately fell to the ground. Her mind was confused, her ears were buzzing, and she didn't know whether she was standing or lying down. The next moment, she felt a chill on her chest, and then she heard a "swish" sound - Wang Wen grabbed her chest hard, sat on her, pinched her neck with one hand, and pulled her pants with the other hand: "Shh, shh, sister, don't make trouble, save your energy, there are only two families on this side of the river, what are you making trouble for? Be good... you will feel comfortable in a while..."

Xue Baoping bent his legs hard, and Wang Wen cried out in pain. Xue Baoping took the opportunity to turn around and climbed onto the windowsill with both hands to pull herself up. But a palm-leaf-like slap hit her head with a bang, and her body tilted, and she overturned the small bowl on the windowsill with both hands, and it fell back to the ground. She was slapped several more times, and her head suddenly became confused.

She heard a long and sharp cry in her ears, and she lost all her strength, feeling like she was being manipulated by someone like an animal. But now she was thinking of only one thing - the water in the bowl spilled on Wang Wen, and the little thing her parents sent to accompany her might have been crushed to death.

Then she heard a strange sound, a little familiar. She tried to distinguish it, until she took a few breaths and found that she was no longer pressed by anyone. The tinnitus gradually subsided, and the sound became clearer and clearer - Wang Wen shrank to the window and was humming. The sound was almost exactly the same as when his parents died, because his body was in extreme pain, but he couldn't move at all, and he didn't even have the strength to shout loudly, so he could only hum like a dying man and tremble on the ground.

Xue Baoping was stunned for a moment, then she immediately backed away with her hands and feet, and after taking a few steps back, she found a fire starter on the ground. Her hands were shaking, and she tried several times before she blew out the flame.

Wang Wen was indeed sitting against the wall, with his head tilted. But his head was tilted too much, as if it was completely broken, drooping on his shoulders, shaking like a sieve. He rolled his eyes, and his eyeballs were trembling rapidly, filled with dense red bloodshot. Blood was pouring out of his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears. At the moment Xue Baoping lit the flame, blood was no longer flowing out of his nose, but a large amount of transparent liquid like snot. She didn't know if it was brain matter.

She was stunned. At this time, Wang Wen raised his hand to her with all his strength, his lips trembling as if he was asking her for help. But the next moment, with a "pop" sound, his two eyeballs fell out at once, and the threadlike things behind them hung on his face. At that moment, Xue Baoping saw a flash of golden light behind his dark eye sockets... It was as if something woven with extremely fine golden threads swam through his brain!

Her body suddenly went numb, and she immediately rushed out of the house, out of the gate, and into the night by the Jinshui River. She ran in the direction of Wang's house, silently opening her mouth, but no sound came out. She stumbled and ran for more than a dozen steps, tripped over a pit, and used her hands and feet to avoid falling. Then she stopped, took a breath in the bottomless darkness, and turned to look in the direction of her home.

After a while, she clenched her fists, walked back step by step, locked the gate, walked through the yard and into the house.

There was no more low wailing from Wang Wen in the room. In the darkness, she heard the sound of something sticky sliding and squirming in the mud, as if her parents were mixing juicy and soft stuffing with their hands. The strong smell of blood made her want to vomit, but she took a deep breath, closed the door with trembling hands, then slowly slid down to the ground against the wall, hugged her knees, and looked in the direction of the sound in the darkness.

I don't know how long it took, but the last sound and the last smell of blood disappeared, and the room became quiet again.

But Xue Baoping knew that in this darkness, something existed, grew, and watched him.

Then, she heard the sound of wind, and then she felt that the thing disappeared. She panicked, stood up, stretched out her arms, groped anxiously in the darkness ahead, opened her mouth, and made a low "ah ah" sound -

A soft and warm skin touched her palm. Xue Baoping stopped for a moment.

"My name is Li Wuxiang." She heard a very pleasant male voice, like the moonlight shining on the sparkling Jinshui River, peaceful and tranquil, "What's your name?"

The fear was fleeting, because such a sound was replaced by pure surprise, and then turned into a desperate curiosity. She bent her fingers, wanting to experience the touch of her palm more, but Li Wuxiang retreated into the darkness again, so she hurriedly opened her mouth and exhaled a suffocating airflow, trying to make a sound.

The last time she made a sound was when she was six years old. After crying until her voice became hoarse that day, she didn't want to talk anymore. She didn't know when she became unable to talk. She tried hard to recall the distant memory, remembering how to tremble her throat, and after a long time, she finally made a hoarse sound -

"hope……"

"May?"

“Xu…Xu…”

"Thanks? Oh, Xue?"

Xue Baoping let out a long sigh and nodded heavily.

The being in the darkness was silent for a while: "Okay, Miss Xue, don't be afraid. My name is Li Wuxiang, and I was trapped in your stove by a demon. Thank you for saving me."

　The second update is at 8:00 AM

　　
　
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