Folk Strange Stories Part 1: The Witch Ancestor of Miao Township Chapter 9 Section 2: The Enemy of the Dry Corpse

Mott's subordinates had scattered and fled long ago, running towards the outside. Just when it seemed like they were about to escape, the wall silently descended once again. The frontmost of the subordinates was just a step away from getting out, but unfortunately, he was trapped back inside the main hall.

Li Yan had emptied his magazine and was in the process of reloading when a reanimated corpse, using Mott's body as a foothold, leaped and lunged at Li Yan, its mouth full of razor-sharp teeth aimed at him. Li Yan was about to defend himself with the barrel of his gun, but another hand emerged behind him, grabbing the reanimated corpse by the neck. The man with white hair coldly uttered, "Wretched!"

The reanimated corpse initially struggled against the grip, but upon hearing the man's voice, it trembled violently as if it had encountered something terrifying. The man with white hair gave a cold sneer, "Recognized me, did you? I told you all you would die by my hand. Haven't forgotten, have you? You're the first." The reanimated corpse understood the man's words, and its trembling intensified, accompanied by a mournful whimper.

The other reanimated corpse also recognized the man with white hair. Its body shuddered briefly, and then it turned and dashed toward the collapsed entrance of the secret room. But before it could go far, the man with white hair caught up and kicked it into a corner. He coldly questioned, "Did I say you could escape?"

Unable to flee and with no will to resist, the reanimated corpse knelt on the ground, bowing its head in submission to the man with white hair. Unmoved, the man stared at it expressionlessly, remarking, "When you were human, I found you detestable. Now that you're a living corpse, you have no excuses left."

Perhaps sensing that it was now without hope, the reanimated corpse's wailing grew even more pitiful as the man with white hair gripped it. The man frowned, saying, "Impatient, are we? Let me send you off then." As the word "off" left his lips, his other hand also seized the reanimated corpse's neck. With both hands twisting in opposite directions, he abruptly twisted the reanimated corpse's head off, then casually tossed the head and body aside.

At this moment, several of us burst out of the secret room. However, it seemed that our intervention was no longer needed. I looked at the man with white hair, somewhat stunned. He seemed to notice and turned to glance at me, asking, "Do you know me?"

"I don't know you. You just look like my third uncle. He also had white hair." I didn't know why I said that; I just felt a chill from his icy gaze. I thought to myself that I shouldn't establish any connection with him.

Without waiting for the answer he wanted, the man with white hair lost interest in me. Standing beside the reanimated corpse, he coldly said, "I'll give you a chance. Where is the acupuncture point?" The reanimated corpse appeared as if it hadn't heard, still trembling and looking down. The man with white hair gave a disdainful snort, "I'll only give one chance." Pausing for a moment, his tone turned icy, "When a person dies, they can be reborn, but you're a living corpse. Die again, and you'll be obliterated, truly never to be reborn."

Upon hearing these words, the reanimated corpse shuddered all over, lifted its head to glance at the man with white hair, then weakly gestured toward the direction of the Tower of Heads. The man with white hair followed its gaze, muttered, "Thanks," and then delivered a harsh kick to the reanimated corpse's head. With a "crack," the head of the reanimated corpse was shattered by the man's kick. The reanimated corpse that had taken all of our efforts to deal with in the secret room was now powerless beneath the man with white hair's foot. Though the man's background was still unknown.

"Didn't you say you'd give him a chance?" Song Erstwhile's characteristic perplexed look appeared again. For a moment, the surroundings fell silent, and everyone (except the man with white hair) looked at Song Erstwhile with a resigned expression, especially Lao Wang. From his expression, he seemed eager to sew Song's mouth shut, as if that would prevent him from speaking at inappropriate times.

The man with white hair didn't erupt in anger, just stared coldly at Song Changlei. Song wasn't convinced and was about to say something, but Lao Wang stopped him, "Song Changlei, keep your mouth shut! Who are you speaking up for? Is that monster your relative?" He then turned to the man with white hair and said, "Don't mind him. This kid has had too much cold medicine since he was young, and he's not on the same level as the rest of us." Pausing for a moment, Lao Wang looked at the man with white hair's hair, hesitating about how to address him, and said, "Uh... friend, I still don't know what to call you."