The eerie silence was intimidating, with occasional insect chirping breaking the silence. Every subtle movement was tugging at my sensitive heartstrings.

Entering the village, a strong smell of blood filled my nostrils, almost making me vomit.

The ground was flowing with blood, with occasional pieces of human tissue scattered around.

Several five or six-year-old children were killed on the side of the road, their deaths horrifying, with their brains half spilled out.

Feeling nauseous, I covered my mouth tightly and quickened my pace.

Passing by the small shop under the banyan tree, I ran over to try to make a call on the landline phone. After several attempts, I realized that the phone line had been cut.

"Bang!" Suddenly, a loud noise rang out.

I was startled, and a cold wind brushed by, causing my whole body to go limp on the ground.

After a while, when there was no more movement, I tentatively opened my eyes and saw that the body of the shop owner slumped on the chair had fallen to the ground.

At this moment, I realized that although the village residents had died in horrifying ways, there seemed to be no signs of struggle.

In other words, it was highly likely that the demon Big Zhuang had drugged them first before committing the murders.

Drugged?

Water!

The village was remote and did not have running water. For daily cooking and meal preparation, they relied on the two wells to the west and south.

Next to our house, there was a stream. Since the two wells were quite far from our house and carrying water was laborious, we used the stream for cleaning and brought our own mineral water for cooking.

So, were we not drugged?

Therefore, the demon massacred hundreds of people in the village overnight without much commotion!

I grabbed a bottle of water from the shelf, finished it in one go, regained my strength, and hurried on.

Turning the corner, the scene in front of me almost made me gasp in shock, and the suppressed vomit ran through my fingers.

I saw a body torn apart, with its head cut in half and brains spilling out, yet the eyes were wide open in terror, as if not completely dead.

There were signs of dragging and fighting all over the ground.

He... was killed while still alive.

I recognized him but forgot his name, but I saw him when I returned to the village today.

He was the one who mocked Big Zhuang's future bride, saying she liked cheating on her husband and teasing Big Zhuang not to end up losing both his wife and his fortune.

Was he the cause of the massacre in the village?

Running and vomiting at the same time, the cold winter wind cut through me, soaking my clothes.

Finally, I saw the car parked at the village entrance, and tears fell uncontrollably like broken beads.

The hope of survival was right in front of me!

My trembling hands reached into my pocket, but the more nervous I became, the more I dragged my feet. I finally managed to pull out the car keys after several attempts.

Just as I was about to open the car door, a sudden dark shadow appeared at the door.

An unfathomable fear instantly filled my heart.

"Ah!"

As he swung the knife at me, I scrambled to avoid it, tumbling to the ground.

The cleaver smashed through the car window and fell inside.

I hastily crawled away, but he grabbed my ankle with one hand, "Ah! Goosebumps rose all over my body.

He smashed the glass and grabbed a large piece, stabbing my thigh.

In my struggle, he stabbed me several times, tore my pants, and cut into my flesh.

I kicked him hard, crawled up, but then he grabbed my hair.

He kicked me hard in the abdomen, "Crack!" the sound of bones breaking, and I convulsed in pain, curling up on the ground.

He lifted a large rock and smashed it towards me. I instinctively covered my head, hands broken, numb with pain, and my head echoing.

A strong smell of blood overflowed uncontrollably from my throat.

He didn't stop, picked up a piece of broken glass, slashed my down jacket, one cut, two cuts, like cutting pork, and stabbed my abdomen.

"Ah! Help! Help! Big Zhuang! I have no grievances with you! Save me and let me go!"

In my panic, I was incoherent, blood blocking my mouth, gurgling, and unable to speak clearly.

In this disaster, my family and I were innocent.

Ignoring my pleas, he remained silent like a mountain, like a bloodthirsty devil, stabbing my abdomen relentlessly.

I almost passed out but forced myself to hold on.

In my struggle, I also grabbed a piece of glass and slashed his neck backwards.

He clutched his neck, staggered back a few steps.

Seizing the opportunity, I got up, dragging my leg that was flowing with blood, and desperately fled.

The intense pain gnawed at my heart, but it also sustained my tottering body.

I forcibly covered my abdomen, which had been stabbed several times, and pushed back the spilling intestines.

Survival! I must survive!

Even if just a little longer, let time go back to before entering the village!

Before the nightmare began, escape from this demon!

During my escape, I hid in a closet of a household.

The strong smell of blood seeped from the wound, my strength slowly fading away, and in this corner of the cabinet, endless despair felt like a bottomless abyss.

I wondered if my mother and the others could survive this disaster?

Did my father come back?

After an unknown period, the wardrobe was pulled open, letting in a ray of bright sunlight.

It was dawn.

Facing the sunlight, I saw a face splattered with blood and a crimson cleaver descending, and besides fear, I had no more strength to evade.