Chapter 9

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Translator: MysticRain

——Chapter 9——

After Xiang Wenhao moved the cardboard box into the apartment, he leaned against the door, breathing heavily.

Even though the body was dismembered, it was still about the weight of a grown man. It was very heavy.

In fact, with Xiang Wenhao’s physical strength in the past, picking up two Zhou Zimo was not a problem at all.

However, the constant fear has destroyed not only his spirit but also his body.

Sweating profusely, he stared blankly at the cardboard box on the floor.

——This was almost his last hope.

He decided: When dawn approached in a few hours, he will take the cardboard box to the outskirt and burn it.

But before that, he wanted to open the box to confirm Zhou Zimo’s corpse.

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Xiang Wenhao sat cross-legged beside the cardboard box, and his body was drenched in cold sweats.

The cardboard box wasn’t tightly sealed.

Looking in from the gap, it was dark inside, but the green light reflected from the black plastic bag could be faintly seen.

*Gulped*, Xiang Wenhao swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He could imagine what it looked like inside the cardboard box.

——Ghastly white bones, bloody subcutaneous tissue, dismembered face, emitting the stench of rotting flesh……

He tremblingly stretched out his hand, wanting to open the cardboard box.

However, for a moment, he hesitated.

——He opened the cardboard box and found the plastic bag was empty. There was only a large needle and a long, black thread lying still at the bottom and covered with red and white bits of meat.

——He opened the cardboard box and found Zhou Zimo’s head looked at him fixedly, his eyes still turning. Countless of slimy corpse insects crawled out from his neck and formed a flowing river, and gradually crawled to the floor and drowned him.

——He opened the cardboard box and found the bulging plastic bag contained a pile of messy hair. The hair kept growing and slowly spilling over the cardboard box. It climbed up the walls and covered the ceiling.

——He opened the cardboard box and began carefully took out the dismembered pieces and placed them in a row on the floor. He laid it out while counting: “One piece……two piece……”

But after he finished laid it out, he then realized: The floor was full of body parts, but a hand was missing!

——He opened the cardboard box, took out a large needle and a long, black thread from the cabinet, and began to sew up Zhou Zimo’s corpse piece by piece.

When he had finished sewing, he was pale from shock: He had sewed his leg up to the position of his arm, and sewed his arm to the position of his leg!

……

Xiang Wenhao shuddered.

Unknowingly, he had once again caught up in this crazy imagination.

He shook his head, gritted his teeth, and opened the cardboard box, revealing the plastic bags inside.

The plastic bags were bulging and gave off a strange odor.

Xiang Wenhao held out his hand, wanting to open the mouth of the bag.

In a split second, the contents of the plastic bag, however, seemed to wriggled.

Xiang Wenhao yanked back his hand and his eyes widened as big as a gong.

The hair all over his body stood up in the air. His heart seemed to choke at the bottom of his throat and suffocate him in the next second.

Five minutes later, the plastic bag was still.

Xiang Wenhao rubbed his sore eyes and reached out his hand again.

This time, however, he let out a mournful scream and stumbled backward with his hands and feet.

——The plastic bag wiggle like a worm!

A half-rotten and tragically pale arm stretch out of the bag. It twisted and extended like a snake.

The hand clung firmly to the mouth of the box like a steel claw and bent its five fingers into a stiff and horrifying shape.

Immediately after that, a face completely sewn with black threads appeared.

Then the neck.

Then the upper body.

Then the legs.

Zhou Zimo slowly crawled out of the box and towards Xiang Wenhao.

His crawling movements were very strange and disgusting.

——Like a puppet whose limbs were broken and then reconnected.

——Like a venomous snake that hissed.

——Or like a giant caterpillar.

Every inch of his body stuck close to the ground. His limbs contorted into a horrifying shape, his neck was outstretched, his face raised high, and the corner of his mouth carried a sneer.

Just like that, little by little, he wriggled and crawled forward.

Wherever he went, he would drag a zigzagged trail of bloodstain across the floor, mixed with falling bits of white meat.

Xiang Wenhao fell to the ground. He supported his hands on the floor and backed away tremblingly.

With a “thud”, his back hit the cold marble wall.

——The End of Chapter 9——

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