I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today

It could also be due to the fact that her ears were filled with the sorrowful sound of singing opera, making it impossible for her to hear other sounds.

After Shen Mo’s warning, Du Lai also noticed the disturbance.

“Did someone just open a door?” Du Lai suspiciously walked to the window, leaned close to listen again, and said, “Everyone closes their doors after dark, why would there be a sound of opening a door? I’ll go and see what’s going on.”

The Li family and Liu family were neighbors, separated only by a garden wall. If one could climb over the wall, it would be possible to see the situation next door without leaving the premises.

Fu Miaoxue immediately clung to Du Lai, sobbing and refusing to let him go.

“Are you leaving me alone again? Why did you rescue me in the first place? You should have just let me die!”

Her eyes were unable to shed tears, but judging by her voice, her crying was genuine.

Shen Mo disliked wasting time, saying straight away: “I’ll go and have a look.”

The moment the door was opened, a cold wind immediately rushed in, carrying a smattering of icy rain. Bai Youwei instinctively wrapped her shawl tighter around herself.

She watched Shen Mo’s retreating back, furrowing her brows as she warned: “Be careful.”

“Hm.” Shen Mo simply nodded in response, quickly disappearing through the doorway.

…

The row of bamboo sticks embedded in the mud wall obstructed the view, and couldn’t be climbed as they were too thin and flexible.

Shen Mo used a paper doll, transforming it into a dagger to cut a slim slit in the bamboo, looking through it to observe the situation next door.

He saw the old woman who had posed them a riddle during the day, searching for something in the courtyard.

Shen Mo watched for a moment and then saw the old woman stand up, a firewood axe now in her hand!

His heart gave a slight lurch.

He watched, shocked, as the old woman casually walked back into the house, holding the axe. The wooden door behind her creaked in the wind. Meanwhile, the old man inside was in a deep sleep, showing no signs of waking up at all!

After a short while, Shen Mo heard the sound of chopping!

Two sounds, “crack, crack”.

A while later, he heard a “thump”.

Must have been the sound of a skull hitting the floor.

Unexpectedly, but also quite expected. This could explain why Lizheng died in his bed, without his wife realizing anything.

They must all have been influenced by the sound of the opera singing!

Worried, Shen Mo furrowed his brows, because Bai Youwei was at a severe disadvantage in this game.

After a while, the old woman came out of the house with the axe, expressionless, with a vacant stare. She casually threw the blood-soaked axe back to its original place, then returned to the house and closed the door…

From retrieving the axe, killing a person, to returning the axe and resting in the house — the entire process was exceedingly natural, as normal as can be, without a trace of emotional fluctuation. It was just like sleepwalking!

Shen Mo frowned deeply, feeling that their original analysis was still flawed.

If it was just a matter of giving Li Shi a decent burial to make her stop moving corpses, then why were these women in the village killing people?

They were clearly influenced by the voice of the corpse-moving woman!

And this influence originated from the grudge the corpse-moving woman held against the entire village!

Shen Mo turned, ready to go back to the house to discuss the situation with the rest.

Suddenly, the courtyard door creaked open.

Shen Mo thought it was the wind, but when he looked towards the noise, he saw an extremely emaciated, wrinkled face slowly peering out from the barely open courtyard door…

An old woman, with loose hair and ragged clothes, resembling a skeletal corpse, was staring fixedly at Shen Mo!

Shen Mo watched her vigilantly.

The next second, the old woman suddenly raised her arms and charged straight towards him!

As she ran, she let out a crazed, hideous laughter!

“Hahahaha!

Hahahaha!

Ahahahahahaha!!!”