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Later, a dog rescued Wang Er Gou. It was a wild dog that dug and dug, not knowing how coincidental this was. It unearthed a person, and that person was Wang Er Gou. At that moment, Wang Er Gou had already lost his human form. He had been in the Tomb Entrance for three or four nights, watching the sun rise three times and set three times.
He swore in the Tomb Entrance that if he ever got out, he would kill his father and tear him to pieces.
From then on, there would never again be stories of people being abandoned in grave pits; those were just fabrications by storytellers who could not accept the fact that some parents did not love their children. In reality, some parents and children share nothing but blood ties, devoid of any real affection.
All they could do was curse each other to die sooner.
Wang Er Gou's father never thought that the one beneath the grave pit was his own son; perhaps he merely regarded Wang Er Gou as a tool.
A tongue licked Wang Er Gou's face, and he opened his eyes. A large wild dog was licking his cheek. Wang Er Gou was extremely thirsty and hungry. He grabbed the dog's front paws and leaned forward, sinking his canine teeth into the wild dog's neck.
It was the taste of blood; it was the taste of life.
Wang Er Gou lived, while the dog died.
Perhaps this was fate—ironically, a dog had saved him.
Holding the dog's lifeless body, Wang Er Gou cried bitterly.
He remembered the last time he cried so sorrowfully; he was seven years old when his mother left him forever due to illness. As he cried, he wondered why he was crying—there was no reason—but for some reason, all he wanted to do was cry.
Wang Er Gou buried the dog and said, "My father is dead."
Indeed, Wang Er Gou's father was dead.
When people caught a whiff of the foul odor coming from Wang Er Gou's home, his father had already been dead for three days. The villagers had never witnessed such a scene in their lives; it was too bloody and brutal. Wang Er Gou's father had been tied to a wooden post with coarse rope, and his mouth had been sewn shut with thick thread.
Wang Liancheng lay there naked, with not a single part of his body intact. His arms were mutilated, his belly torn open, and his back and buttocks were no better. His body bore countless indentations; some were deep enough to see the fat inside, while others had skin hanging off flesh. Even his lower body and eyelids were not spared.
Perhaps the only thing left intact was his head.
Blood flowed down the pillar, pooling around the body, already congealed. Flies buzzed above, and a foul stench filled the air, yet the crowd was too shocked to even retch. The horror had numbed them to their own physiological reactions.
An old man from the village said, "This... they cut off his eyelids. It's clear they wanted him to watch himself being tortured to death. How cruel! So cruel!"
Another centenarian leaned heavily on his cane, trembling uncontrollably. His withered hand lifted slightly, and his deep-set eyes were filled with profound fear. He stammered, "This is a sin, a terrible sin! Look closely; this wasn't done with a knife! Someone bit this flesh off him alive!"
Indeed, upon closer inspection, there were rows of tiny bite marks along the edges of the wound. This was flesh that had been gnawed off by someone. No wonder his face bore such a twisted expression; it was fear radiating from within. Without eyelids, he could only stare blankly.
The process of dying was slow yet excruciating. The old man suddenly recalled a term: "This... this is death by a thousand cuts."
But instead of a knife, it was teeth.
Those who committed such heinous acts would themselves face death by a thousand cuts, suffering endlessly; that was the rule.
And the one who had met such a fate for Wang Er Gou's father was none other than Wang Er Gou, who had just escaped from the Tomb Entrance.
At this moment, Wang Er Gou had become a dog.
"Look! What’s in that corner?" someone shouted.
Another person quickly realized, "It's a person! Isn't that his son? His father was tortured to death; how can he be here without reacting? Could he be too scared to move?"
They slowly approached Wang Er Gou, who had his back turned to them. Then Wang Er Gou moved; he turned around, and they saw his face. All the villagers instinctively recoiled, not daring to make a sound because they had seen Wang Er Gou's face.
His eyes were red, filled with an overwhelming sorrow and resentment that seemed impossible to disperse.
Only those who had consumed human flesh would have eyes like that.
Had Wang Er Gou eaten human flesh?
It was clear that this was an easy question.
Wang Er Gou bared his sharp white teeth, stained with blood and remnants of human flesh. The villagers finally understood that Wang Er Gou had killed his own father.
"Woof, woof, get away! I'm the watchdog here; you all need to leave!"
Wang Er Gou crouched low, his eyes fixed intently on the villagers who were slowly backing away.
The villagers were convinced that Wang Er Gou was possessed. They all knew what he had done; he must have been taken over by some foul spirit in the grave.
But now, regardless of what had happened to him, he was advancing step by step toward them. The villagers had no doubt that Wang Er Gou would bite them just as he had bitten his father.
"Come on, are so many people afraid of a single dog?" one villager shouted. "Let's each give him a kick and put him down!"
"Are you crazy? A life for a life! If you want to kill him, you'll be the one to die!" someone retorted.
At that moment, Wang Er Gou lunged forward unexpectedly, catching everyone off guard as they scrambled to avoid him. Only one woman stood her ground; she did not flinch.
Wang Er Gou leaped in front of her and stopped.
He sat on the ground and extended his tongue, licking the woman's leg.
"Good dog," she said softly.
"I'm a good dog; I'm the best dog in the world," Wang Er Gou replied.
Tears streamed down the woman's face.
"Cui, it's dangerous! Come back!" a villager called out.
Qingcheng Psychiatric Hospital
"Good boy, sit down," Guan Zengbin said to Wang Er Gou.
Wang Er Gou lay at Guan Zengbin's feet, constantly licking her sandals, which made her somewhat uncomfortable. Following my advice, Guan Zengbin had no choice but to accept this.
"I'm a good boy, the best dog in the world," Wang Er Gou replied.
Tears streamed down Guan Zengbin's face as she said, "I don't know why, but I really want to cry. He’s so pitiful. I wonder how Cui is doing now?"
"Cui still comes to see her from time to time," I sighed. "When I used to stay here, I often saw Cui. She was a very lovely and beautiful girl."
The nurse shook her head helplessly. "Wu Meng, last time Captain Shao pulled you out, I didn't say much. At least you’re one of the more optimistic patients here. Look at this Ergou; what a state he's in! You think this is like adopting a pet?"
"Come on, that's a bit biased," I countered. "He’s just turned into a dog, but he remembers everything and hasn’t lost his intelligence. Of course, he’s useful."
With that, I turned back to Wang Er Gou and said, "You are the smartest dog in the world."
"Yes, I'm the smartest dog!" Wang Er Gou replied proudly.
"Then you must know about the Grave Robbers around Linfen," I continued to ask.
"I know, I know!" Wang Er Gou exclaimed excitedly.
To perform a Ghost Marriage, the most important thing is to have a corpse. And to get a corpse, someone needs to dig it up. The only ones who can stealthily extract a body under the cover of darkness are Grave Robbers.
Although Wang Er Gou had become a dog, he was still a dog capable of digging.
Three days later, Linfen City, Baijia County.
A group walked down the street, turning heads at a rate of two hundred percent.
A man, a woman, and a dog.
This was me, Guan Zengbin, and Wang Er Gou, who crawled on all fours.
"I am now the Grave Robber, you are my wife, and you are my dog. No problem, right?" I asked once again to Guan Zengbin and Wang Er Gou.
"Got it, you've said it three hundred times already," Guan Zengbin replied impatiently.
Wang Er Gou licked my hand and said, "I know, I am the smartest dog in the world."
"Actually, I wanted to bring Gu Chen along. If it weren't for you insisting on following me, I wouldn't have brought you along with your flat chest!" I muttered.
"Gu Chen is supposed to stay hidden in the shadows. If we run into any danger, we’ll be relying on him!" Guan Zengbin raised her fist and said, "And who are you calling flat-chested? Even if I were flat-chested, what does it have to do with you? Even if I were flat-chested, I wouldn’t let you touch."
I almost poked her chest and said, "Come on, is it that hard for me to touch?"
With that, I tugged on Wang Er Gou's leash and ran off.
"I'll kill you!" Guan Zengbin shouted from behind.
After a turn, I stopped. Guan Zengbin wanted to continue our playful banter but halted when she saw the scene before us.
The Eight-Pole Palanquin.
This was my first time seeing the Eight-Pole Palanquin. The sedan chair was covered with various scriptures and was entirely white. Eight Bearers dressed in white clothes wore black cloth shoes and had black silk blindfolds over their eyes, which seemed not to hinder their vision.
The person at the front held a black dog’s head high above his head as he walked backward. Strangely enough, this person moved in reverse. The dog's eyes had been pierced with steel needles and appeared hollow. Blood slowly dripped from the hollow steel needles onto the ground, forming a long slender trail.
The Bearers moved forward with a unique footwork, advancing one step and retreating another, yet the palanquin remained as steady as a rock.
Wang Er Gou could not bear to see his "kind" being harmed, barking incessantly. If I hadn't tightly held onto the rope, he might have charged out to bite the person leading the way.
The entire marching group made not a sound, yet the voice of a woman singing drifted from within the palanquin.
The voice was delicate and soft, sending chills down one's spine, as if it were not human but rather a ghostly woman singing.
As the palanquin passed by us, none of them glanced our way, not even Wang Er Gou, who seemed oblivious to our presence, as if we existed in two different realms.
A gust of cold wind blew, lifting the pale white curtain of the palanquin.
A bloodless woman's head flashed by the window of the palanquin.
The woman had her eyes closed, yet her mouth was slightly open, and that thin voice emanated from her lips.
It wasn't until we had walked quite a distance that Guan Zengbin dared to exhale loudly. Cautiously, she said, "Wu Meng, there's a dead person sitting inside that palanquin."
"Are you sure?" I felt a shiver run through me.
"I am a Forensic expert; can’t I tell the living from the dead?" Guan Zengbin replied.
The eerie Bearers and their leader.
A dead person sat in the palanquin, singing a tune.
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