It's exactly twelve o'clock in the evening.

Butcher Zhang’s home in the north of the village.

Butcher Zhang is a famous pig slaughter in the village.

If you go in and bleed with blood, the pig will surely die, and there is no need to stab the second one.

Shaving pig hair, digging pig's internal organs, separating bones and flesh, cutting pig bones are all his unique skills.

Their ancestors were pig slaughterers, and it was the fourth generation that he passed on to this generation.

"Aoah!"

In the yard, there were bursts of creepy sounds of pig killing, crying and shouting.

A fat pig with a fat body with mud stains all over his body was tied up on a large table.

There are some considerations in killing pigs.

It is not a knife to behead the head, but a big hole is made in the neck.

Next is to wait for the blood to be released and the pig will die.

Just use boiling water to blanch!

The origin of the dead pigs not afraid of boiling water is developed from here.

The steps to burn are to shave, blow pig skin, dig out internal organs, and dismember the body.

In short, this process has been passed down from the old age.

Every step is extremely particular.

At this time, Butcher Zhang had already wiped a big bloody hole from the fat pig's neck, and donated blood to flow out.

As for the big fat pig, it was screaming heart-wrenchingly.

Very heartbroken.

But the next second.

The pig stopped barking.

Nothing happens.

"The pig is dead now?"

"It shouldn't be... the blood that just released is dead, and it still has a breath, but it's not dead. But why don't you scream?"

At this time, the big fat pig tied to the table was gasping heavily, motionless, as if he was in fear?

right!

It's fear.

Especially the blood donation at the neck continues to flow out, which makes the picture very strange.

What's more fearful than facing death?

The pig was so scared that he didn't dare to yell.

"Gee!"

The rooster crowed.

The big rooster hanging at the gate cried.

Heart-wrenching scream.

The feathers all over his body exploded, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Always ready to fight.

"Bang!"

Because the chicken struggles too much, the hanging rope is broken.

The big rooster fell to the ground all of a sudden.

‘Puff!’

The big rooster flew back and forth at the gate, as if pecking at something with its hard chicken mouth.

But I didn't slap a few times.

The big cock flew.

To be precise, it seemed like it was subjected to some gravity and flew out.

‘Bang!’

The big cock that flew out hit the wall and died.

“Wow!”

It seemed that a baby's crying came from the gate.

Very harsh.

But there was nothing at the gate, so where did the crying sound of a baby come from?

"Who is it? Who is at the gate?"

Butcher Zhang is a pig who has been killed for life, and is not afraid of heaven or earth.

Although it was a bit strange just now, a big rooster flew out for no reason and hit him to death.

But he was still not afraid, and he plucked up his courage and walked towards the door.

Screaming!

As soon as he reached the gate, Butcher Zhang shouted.

knife.

A knife for slaughtering a pig.

It flew up inexplicably.

He tied his neck straight toward him.

‘Puchi’!

A big hole was cut open.

Blood donation flowed out frantically.

Butcher Zhang was not dead, but he could feel the blood was losing little by little.

It's like killing a pig.

How similar is he to a pig tied to a table.

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The next day.

People died in the village again.

More than one, six died in one night.

All are male.

One of the worst ones is Butcher Zhang.

At that time, Ding Jie also went to see that Butcher Zhang was dismantled eight pieces and had blood donated. The skin on his body was peeled off, his internal organs were dug, and his flesh and blood were separated, just like a pig being killed, and he was dismembered.

An invisible panic completely came to the village.

No matter men, women, young and old, they are all afraid.

Two days ago, only two people died.

Six people died suddenly today, and the number rose sharply.

Who is not afraid?

It's your turn next night.

Due to excessive panic, I was absent-minded when cleaning the mud in the morning.

"It smells so smelly, the water here is so smelly... It seems that something is rotting down there."

"Is it... the corpses of small animals buried under the mudslide? Just dig them open and take a look."

"I guess it's just some pheasants or something."

While digging mud and stones, someone suddenly shouted.

It is indeed the more you dig, the more you smell, it becomes, like a stinky fish.

The smoked person is a little confused.
To be continued...