Folk Strange Stories Part 1: The Witch Ancestor of Miao Township Chapter 8 Section 3: The Battle of Human Corpse

Fatty didn't hear any movement outside, so he cautiously stuck his head in. Once he was sure it was safe, he entered with great care. He looked around in surprise and asked, "Huh? Where are those creatures?"

"There's no damn creatures. This place isn't that big. How could those creatures still be flying around?" Song Erlengzi was a staunch atheist who never missed an opportunity to debunk superstitious beliefs.

"Song Chunlei, say a few words less. Let's find an exit first and talk once we're out." Lao Wang led the way to a corner and followed Mott's instructions to open a secret door.

Just as Lao Wang opened the door, a thin face peeked in. His mouth opened, revealing a row of pointed teeth still stained with blood. He began mumbling something incomprehensible and charged toward Lao Wang.

Damn it, he's behind the door!

Seeing the gaunt face coming closer, Lao Wang's reaction was lightning-fast. He slammed the door into the thin man's face, blocking him temporarily. Lao Wang simultaneously stepped back a few paces. Fatty was ready to fire his pistol, but Liu Jingsheng was worried he might accidentally hit Lao Wang, so he held him back and said, "You go hide for now. We don't need you right now."

Without Lao Wang needing to give an order, Song Erlengzi, Liu Jingsheng, and I aimed at the "person" outside the door. As Lao Wang retreated to a safe position, the three of us almost simultaneously pulled the trigger.

"Da-da-da-da-da," the nine bullets from our three guns instantly obliterated the secret door, but unfortunately, they had little effect on the "person." The impact of the bullets only pushed him back a few steps. The burst of bullets was over in an instant, and when the gunfire ceased, he swayed back toward us.

"Aim for his head!" Lao Wang almost shouted. He didn't waste any time, raising his flamethrower. The muzzle of his Type 97 Assault Rifle spat out a stream of fire. In an instant, sparks flew from the "person's" face. This time, the shots had an effect. The "person" let out a howl of pain, raising his arm to shield his face. It was clear that Lao Wang's barrage had hurt him badly.

"Get into position and target his head!" Lao Wang shouted loudly.

"Boss, you're really pushing it! Change the magazine!" Liu Jingsheng and Song Erlengzi were quicker than me in reloading their magazines. They fired at the "person's" head, but with his arm blocking, it was difficult to achieve much effect.

"Aim properly before firing!" Just as Lao Wang's words fell, I also finished reloading. I pulled the bolt, aimed at the gap between the "person's" arm, and fired a longer burst. Five or six rounds hit the same spot on his forehead.

"Ah!" The "person" let out a heart-rending scream. A black liquid flowed down his forehead.

It was effective! I pulled the trigger until it clicked, and the bullets hit the wound on the "person's" forehead in a straight line. With a "bang," similar to the sound of a watermelon hitting the ground from a height, the "person's" head exploded. His body fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then lay still.

The black fluid from his head splattered in all directions. A few drops landed on Lao Wang's face. With a "sizzle," white smoke rose from Lao Wang's face. In an instant, a piece of his skin was seared away, exposing raw flesh oozing red and yellow pus-blood. A fishy smell emanated from the wound, which slowly spread outward and began to corrode the surrounding flesh.

Lao Wang trembled in pain but gritted his teeth to suppress any screams. Song Erlengzi took out a medical bandage to wipe his wound, but I stopped him with a hand, "Don't wipe it. We don't know what that is. Wiping might make it spread."

"What should we do then? Just watch Captain Wang suffer?" Song Chunlei, true to his name of being a "lunatic," spoke recklessly when he got agitated. "Use water to rinse it!" Liu Jingsheng glared at him and took out a military water bottle to flush Lao Wang's wound.

After one bottle of water was poured, the pus-blood was washed away, and the wound on Lao Wang's face stopped expanding. Fresh red blood began to flow out. The wound on his cheek, however, had already corroded into a large hole. Even from the side, you could see Lao Wang's teeth.

Song Erlengzi and I bandaged Lao Wang's wound. Lao Wang's speech was slightly impaired, "Jixi dog."

"What dog?" I didn't understand.

"Jixi dog!" Lao Wang repeated.

Liu Jingsheng, ever quick to grasp things, understood, "Keep moving."