my body has no limits

Chapter 331 The Butcher's Past (3)

As usual, that voice will ring again tonight.

But the butcher had decided not to take it anymore, he had had enough.

He didn't want to listen to his grandfather and go downstairs to sleep in the room next to them.

I also don't want to follow what grandma said, just stay upstairs and go to bed early.

He tried, and that didn't work at all.

So he has to solve the problem in his own way.

Next to his bed lay the ax he had secretly brought into the room from the tool shed.

He's going to chop the guy who made the sound, he deserves to go to hell!
The butcher came down the stairs without shoes, wearing only a pair of socks.

Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom...

The sound is getting closer, the sound is getting more and more rhythmic.

Like what?

Make dumplings!
A very ridiculous picture suddenly appeared in the butcher's mind. His grandma was making dough, while his grandfather was chopping dumpling stuffing not far away.

very similar!

It was that sound.

No, it's heavier than this, and the speed is slower. It doesn't look like chopping meat, but like bones.

Stewed ribs?
The butcher swallowed his saliva unconsciously. The stewed pork ribs made by grandma are delicious, and the saliva is just a product of conditioned reflex.

No, I can't think about it any longer.

I want to find out the source of the sound, not to fantasize about the food that makes people drool.

There will be no connection between them!
The butcher held the ax tightly, quietly opened the door, and walked onto the lawn.

Grandpa just watered the lawn today, and the butcher can still feel a damp feeling when he steps on it.

The lawn is dense enough to keep him from stepping on the dirt below.

The sound came from this direction.

what's there?
The butcher held an ax in both hands, his eyes fixed on the front.

No, not over there.

He squatted down slowly, it was the bottom!The sound came from below.

There must be something making a sound under the lawn, I want to kill him, it is him, let myself become more and more nervous and weak for more than a month!
"Son, what are you doing?"

Grandma's voice suddenly sounded behind her, causing the extremely nervous butcher to twist his hands holding the ax a little.

Fingers are pale from overuse.

"grandmother."

"Come in, boy, and go back upstairs."

Grandma's voice was still very kind and gentle, and the butcher slowly loosened his grip on the ax under her comfort.

But he didn't let go, he must find out the thing that made the sound today.

But it was strange, when Butcher concentrated his energy again to find the source of the sound, the sound disappeared.

Grandma's voice is still there, "Go upstairs, kid..."

The butcher followed his grandmother's advice and returned to the house with the ax in one hand.

Grandma didn't let him put down the axe, she could already see that this axe had become his sustenance, as long as he didn't hurt anyone casually, let him carry it back to the room.

After saying good night to his kind grandma, the butcher returned to his room.

It's just that he, who was in a trance for a while, didn't see that on grandma's kind face, those slightly cloudy eyes were full of anxiety.

"Go, take a good rest upstairs, and don't run down again."

Grandma watched the butcher go upstairs, murmured, returned to the room, and lay down on the already slightly cool bed.

Time went by, and the butcher even got used to the voice.

"Come downstairs and sleep today!"

Grandfather's voice was very firm, even if the butcher wanted to refuse and grandma's obstruction was useless.

Although the butcher didn't want to move downstairs, he couldn't resist his grandfather's wishes and moved downstairs.

The downstairs room is to the right of the master bedroom where the grandparents lived, near the lawn outside.

The reason why the butcher didn't want to move in was simple, because this room used to be his father's room.

From the time his father was born, to getting married, to having children, he would live in this room every time he came to his grandfather's house.

Now the butcher also lives in.

Then he soon discovered a horrifying reality, the room was very, very close to the source of the sound, as if it was coming from under his bed.

under the bed!

That's right, under the bed.

The butcher opened the bed board with an ax and found a secret door. There is a basement in this room!
This is a butcher's discovery.

He opened the wooden door to the basement with a creaking sound.

Listening to the sound, this door has not been opened for a long time.

The butcher went down here with a flashlight, and then he saw a horrible and bloody scene.

This basement is a Shura field, a region, a demonic place on earth!
Stumped limbs, broken arms, dark blood clots, bright red blood, pungent smells, and even the wailing of innocent souls.

A tornado of negative feelings of all kinds and complexity rushed into the butcher's brain.

what……

Uh! ! ! !

The butcher yelled in fear, and then suppressed his voice again.

He finally knew what that "dong dong dong" sound was.

It was the sound of chopping bones.

On a chopping board the size of a double bed, there were four or five mutilated corpses. Some had no limbs, some had no heads, and some only saw a fragment of their body.

Vomit...vomit! ! !

The butcher wanted to vomit, but he couldn't vomit at all. He tightly covered his mouth, fearing that his heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney would all be vomited out after letting go.

who is it?

Who still uses this basement?
Father!

No, he was already dead, it was impossible for him to get out of such a strict prison, and many people watched him die with their own eyes.

Who else?
Da da da……

A crisp sound came, and the butcher knew who was still using this place to commit murder.

"You came!"

Grandfather's thick and deep voice sounded from behind. The butcher turned his stiff neck and saw an old man with a walking stick in one hand and a butcher's knife in the other.

He knew that knife, it was his father's murder weapon, and it was also the butcher knife that often appeared in his dreams.

"Don't come here!"

The butcher gripped the ax tightly and moved back a little bit, trying to stay away from his grandfather.

The butcher smelled familiar on his body, the same as his father's.

That is the breath of wronged souls!
"Are you going to hack me to death?"

The grandfather ignored the ax in the butcher's hand and approached him step by step.

The clicking sound of the crutch hitting the ground finally made the butcher collapse.

He picked up the ax and threw it out. The ax smashed on the wooden steps and nailed it firmly.

what……

……

The butcher used a knife to cut off the heads of the Yellow Turban soldiers one by one, which reminded him of the feeling of being beheaded under the pressure of his grandfather.

At that time he felt that it would send him to hell, and make him afraid.

Now he pursues this feeling, he longs to go to hell, where is his final destination.

He will be the decapitated devil within, beheading all ghosts who pass through the gates of hell.

Therefore, the heads of these living people in Tuli Village are the roadbed that the butcher laid for himself to go to the region.

More is better!

(End of this chapter)