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I screamed shrilly, "Don't come any closer! I never knew you were a vampire! Do you need my blood to warm yourself right now?"

She opened her eyes wide, which seemed to have drunk her fill of blood, and her body trembled as her once slender and tall frame swayed and fell toward me.

When her body pressed against mine, I could no longer control my heartbeat. In an instant, my heart felt as if it had been struck by a hammer falling from the sky, shattering and falling silent.

I know my heart condition has sent me to the underworld.

"I've been studying ghosts all along, but I never imagined I'd end up joining the ranks of ghosts myself."

As my heart stopped beating, I saw a crack on Fang Rong's snow-white neck amidst her loose hair!

That was a trachea that had been bitten off by teeth.

The last thing that flashed through my mind was the director's clean white teeth!

---Bifengke

Reply [121]: Give me back my heart.

The story takes place in old Shanghai in the 1930s.

There was an officer who had many concubines, so the competition for his favor among them was extremely fierce.

That day, the officer's favorite concubine, Meiyun, went into labor. After a whole night of labor, the baby was saved, but the mother died from severe bleeding. The officer was heartbroken and didn't sleep all night, keeping vigil over his deceased wife. The concubine, watching from the side, felt a deep sorrow.

For three days in a row, the officer remained in a daze and looked dejected.

It was at this moment that the vicious plan in the hearts of those jealous concubines began to take shape...

On the fourth night, the officer finally couldn't stay awake any longer and went to sleep.

A little while later, the third concubine, accompanied by a maid, tiptoed into Meiyun's mourning hall. The other concubines hid by the door to watch, but the fifth concubine, Lianxin, was the only one who did not come.

Reaching the bier, the maid gently removed Meiyun's clothes. Then, Qianfei, the third concubine who had studied medicine in America years ago, skillfully took a scalpel from her medical bag and began operating on Meiyun's chest. In no time, she removed a bloody heart, carefully placing it into a sterile bag, a smug, sinister smile on her face—a truly terrifying sight. Afterward, she carefully stitched up the skin on Meiyun's chest. Having done all this, they quietly left the mourning hall.

The concubines, carrying the heart, went into the courtyard. They were overjoyed; they had finally vented their anger! Who told you to be so alluring and charming to please the master? Who told you to be so arrogant and disrespectful to us? Serves you right!! Serves you right! Humph, just wait and see how we deal with you!

They took out knives and took turns slashing and cutting at the heart. The heart, which had been intact just moments before, was soon completely disfigured and turned into something resembling pork.

They were venting their discontent, and their hearts, twisted by jealousy, were greatly satisfied, giving them immense pleasure.

The leaves rustled, and a chilly wind blew.

Those excited people had no idea what was about to happen.

"Put—my—heart—back!" A muffled sound came from behind them.

"Who are you??" I turned around, but there was no one there.

"It's Meiyun!" The voice came again, and upon closer listening, it really did sound like Meiyun. Even more frightening was the sound of footsteps approaching them, one step at a time... very light, very light.

"No, don't come any closer!" Qianfei shouted hysterically, her courage growing. "We, we!" "Put my heart back, do you hear me???" Meiyun's tone hardened, as if she were very angry.

"I didn't take the heart, it was her!" The other concubines pointed at Qianfei and said in unison, "No, it wasn't me! It was, it was..." Qianfei protested, "Good sister, listen to me, I didn't..." "Hmph, I'm already dead, why won't you let me go?? Why??? Waaah, waaah!!" Meiyun cried, her cries were so mournful, they were chilling in the moonlight.

"I, I'll put it back right away!!!" Qianfei agreed, her voice trembling, her face pale.

"You've torn my heart to pieces, what use is it to me now?" As she spoke, they saw a white figure drifting towards them, a pool of blood on her chest. It was Meiyun! "Ah!" the women screamed, all of them fainting from fright.

It was 3 a.m.

The next day, when the people in the manor found them, they were all dead. Their deaths were gruesome, as if they had suffered extreme shock. Beside them was a mass of red flesh, resembling human flesh. Furthermore, when the servants were dressing Meiyun, they discovered that the bodies had been disturbed, with bloodstains on the chest. When they were taken to the forensic doctor for examination, they found that the heart was missing.

The entire household was utterly perplexed. Fifth Concubine Lianxin knelt and wept, saying to the officer, "Master, last night I saw Third Sister and many other sisters go to Fourth Sister's mourning hall. Third Sister studied medicine and usually hated Fourth Sister the most. Could it be...?" The master trembled with anger and ordered the servants to throw Qianfei and the others' bodies to the dogs.

The master stroked Lianxin's hair: "You're all I have now." Lianxin, with tears in her eyes, said: "I will serve you wholeheartedly, Master! Even better than Fourth Sister!"

night.

"Hehe, what a great idea!" Lianxin said with a smile to her personal maid, "With a little trick, they deserved to die!!!" "Hahahaha, haha, now, I'm in charge, everyone in the manor has to listen to me, and no one can touch a hair on my head!!!" That night, everyone heard the wild laughter of Lianxin and her maid in Lianxin's room.

The Qingming Festival has arrived.

The entire household went to sweep the tomb. The master mourned silently for a long time in front of Meiyun's grave, muttering: "Meiyun, Qianfei and the others are so wicked. They won't let you go even after you're dead. They made sure you didn't even have a complete corpse. How pitiful, how pitiful!" Lianxin was restless all day.

It was evening, and Lianxin couldn't fall asleep for a long time, thinking about what had happened during the day. The old man next to her was snoring loudly.

It's 3 a.m. again.

Lianxin got up to relieve herself. As she walked through the courtyard, she saw a woman in white sitting on a large rock, weeping with her back to her.

Lianxin went up and called to her, but she didn't respond for a long time. Curious, Lianxin went over and patted her shoulder, but— "Ah, Meiyun!!!!!!!!!!" Lianxin was terrified. It was Meiyun!!!!!!!!!

"It's me, Fifth Sister. You're so cunning, hehe!!!" Meiyun spoke softly as usual, but wasn't she already...?

"Weren't you dead? What? You, you are, you are, a ghost???" Lianxin had no strength to speak, and her voice sounded like a mosquito's hum.

"Give me back my heart!" As Meiyun said this, her face immediately distorted and began to rot, maggots crawling out of her eye sockets. "Give it back!!!" Meiyun stood up and cried out to the now pale Lianxin, "No, no, ah!" Lianxin was dead, her chest also covered in blood, her heart gone. The secret behind this remained unknown to all…

Three years later, the officer died in battle against the enemy. His eldest son inherited the family fortune, but he lived a life of debauchery, and the family fortune declined from then on.

---Bifengke

Reply [122]: Book of Life and Death

While tidying up the cabinets the day before yesterday, I unexpectedly found something—a wooden board covered with horse faces drawn on it.

Perhaps due to its age, the wooden board has turned black and is covered in dust.

As I picked up a rag and gently wiped it, I couldn't help but think of my grandfather, who had passed away many years ago.

My thoughts took me back to the 1980s. I was only 7 or 8 years old then, while my grandfather was already over 80.

Grandpa loved me very much—thinking about it now still makes my nose tingle. I remember he always hid the canned food my father and aunt bought for him in the cupboard. When I came home from school, he would take out a jar, open it, and

Then, with trembling hands as withered as old tree bark, he poured out the peaches, pears, and other fruits from inside and put them in a small bowl for me.

When I let my grandpa eat with me, he would take a spoonful of the syrup and say with a smile, "Grandpa will eat too. Grandpa loves the syrup in the canned food the most."

I remember Grandpa often taking out this black wooden board to look at. Whenever I leaned closer,

If you ask, "Grandpa, what are you looking at?" Grandpa will say, "Grandpa is looking at the Book of Life and Death. Xiaowen can't look at it."

I was already quite sensible at that time, so after listening to my grandfather, I stopped arguing and ran outside to play.

When Grandpa is not here

I often heard my mother say to my father, "Your father is really superstitious! He looks at the Book of Life and Death every day." My father would just smile and say nothing.

I clearly remember that my grandfather passed away on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. He had always been in good health.

But for some reason, ever since he caught a cold on the first day of the Lunar New Year that year, he had been depressed.

He would take out the wooden board with a horse's face painted on it whenever he had free time, point at it with his long-fingered fingers, and examine it over and over.

I haven't seen this wooden board since my grandfather passed away.

My father only mentioned it once at the dinner table, something like saying that the wooden board covered with horse faces had the ability to predict life and death, and that it would be a pity to lose it.

But his mother always interrupted him: "Don't instill these old superstitious ideas in the child at the dinner table!" His mother was always very angry.

Now, I hold this wooden board that my grandfather called the Book of Life and Death in my hands. I stroke it, asking myself, "How exactly do I use this thing?"

The wooden board was covered with horse faces painted on it, facing in all directions. "This must be the Horse Face from the movie 'Ox-Head and Horse-Face'," I thought. I began to examine it closely.

Suddenly, I noticed a change in the wooden plank! Every horse face was moving! Especially the larger one in the middle, its mouth was opening and closing!

I felt the pressure rising under my scalp! My temples seemed to have turned ice cold! That horse-faced man was clearly saying, "Thirteen, thirteen!"

I yelled and threw down the wooden board, staggered to the telephone, and shakily pressed the button for my girlfriend's house.

"Ah Ying, come quick! I'm so scared! I'm really scared! I'm going crazy!" I said frantically.

"What's wrong? Tell me slowly, what happened?" Aying's tone was anxious.

"Don't ask anymore, just come quickly! I'm scared to death! Hurry, hurry!..." I rambled on incoherently, then threw the phone far away.

The plank had just been thrown into the kitchen. I locked myself in the living room and bolted the door shut.

"Thirteen, what does thirteen mean?" I lit a cigarette and paced anxiously.

I walked over to the calendar and looked for it.

Today is the thirteenth day of the lunar calendar!

I felt as if I'd been frozen in place, unable to move an inch. Could it be... could today be my death day?!

A knock on the door startled me and made me jump!

"Open the door, it's me! Ah Ying." Oh, it's Ah Ying. I felt a little relieved and went to open the door.