Chapter 5 The spirit of Mother-child reptile

Wynne was staring at the dark cave entrance, not sure whether it was the heat or the fright, and a thin layer of sweat was pouring out of her head.

"What the hell is in there? !" Question arose in her mind.

Suddenly, a black and bony hand reached out, grasped the edge of the cave entrance, and followed the head of a man in the worst state of decay into her eyes!

Dooley's hand suddenly covered her mouth, and a faint fragrance came through his fingers toward the tip of her nose, reassuring her when she almost screamed out because of scaredness.

The man looked as if he had been dead for a long time, particularly like a corpse under the dim moonlight. He must be the man Dooley was looking for who had been in the clinic!

Just then, the dead woman, suddenly stood up from the ground, walked stiffly to the dead man. As the two bodies stood facing each other, large quantities black insects of the size of a rice grains climbed out from the woman's head.

They crawled like ants moving, close together and slowly moving, creating a worm bridge in the air. The other end was attached to the top of the dead man's head. And then, part by part, they all went into the body of the dead man.

Soon the dead man's skin began to grow plump and smooth. He was already dead, but now he was getting better!

"Someone wants to bring the dead man back to life." Said Dooley, withdrew his hand, then turned into a large black snake as thick as a man's waist swimming to the man!

The man saw the big black snake crawling towards him, tried to get back into his cave in a panic, but it was too late. The black snake had closed to the man's feet, just touched, and into his body.

A roar of pain came from the dead man and he moved his limbs stiffly, trying to drive the snake out from his body, but it didn't work at all. Under the swallowing of the big black snake, the new flesh that the dead man had grown just now was like a shriveled balloon which was leaking the air, leaving only a skin and bone body. And then fell right next to the dead woman.

A fresh breeze wafted toward Wynne, and Dooley was already standing beside her.

He looked much better, perhaps because he had absorbed all those spirits of reptile, his lips showed a little fresher and shinier, and his lachrymal mole shimmered a faint, pitiful softness under his eyelids.

"That's disgusting." He ran his tongue over his lower lip as he complained about his food, and put his hand around Wynne's shoulder, and half of his weight fell down on hers. Since the moment Wynne met him, he hadn't been standing well, either against the wall or against her. Must be a soft snake!

Just as Wynne turned her head and was trying to push Dooley off her, she saw a white-haired old woman with red eyes staring at her and Dooley viciously in the crack of the clinic's closed back door!

"Dooley, look! there's an old woman, watching us!" Wynne said and pointed to the door direction. Dooley disdained to give a quick sweep, but the old woman, in an instant disappeared!

"Why is this old woman gone? I saw her just now!" Wynne quickly told to Dooley since the old lady was staring at Wynne with such a mean look that she couldn't help but be scared.

"That old woman, too, should be a witch. Perhaps she had put the mother reptile into the dead man, and she won't stop since i've swallowed all those reptile spirits." Dooley guessed .

"Ah? What are we going to do?" Wynne was shocked by this: "She's not going to get revenge on us, is she? !" Dooley disdained to smile at Wynne: "You can rest assured that no one will lay a hand on you while I'm here!"

"Really? Wynne looked at Dooley in disbelief.

Her distrustful look stirred up his nerve called inferiority and conceit, Dooley stood up straight and faced her, looking into her eyes, "so why do you think your willful grandmother can survive in troubles? Its me, i watched for her for years. Maybe one day, you'll find out the truth. It's just that right now you're nothing, and you wouldn't understand if I told you. So don't look at me with that kind of distrust!"

He was so excited that Wynne couldn't react for a moment. She could not understand what he said, let alone what the so-called truth meant, but seeing that Dooley did not want to continue, she had no choice but to give up the inquiry.

However, speaking of the willfulness of her grandma, Wynne was reminded of her grandfather who died tragically. She asked tentatively: "Is it my grandmother who killed my grandfather?"

"Absolutely!" Dooley did not shy away from telling Wynne.

"Was it your sorcery to kill him?" Wynne continued to ask. Because her father said that when her grandfather died, there were a lot of black snakes in his stomach, and Dooley was a black snake spirit. It was most likely what he had done to him.

Dooley did not answer. Instead, he held her chin, and questioned with half smile: "Guess?" How was she supposed to guess when even her dad couldn't remember?

He tilted the right corner of his mouth which reminded Wynne of that if she knew more, the faster she might die and her ability didn't allow her to get to know more. She had to stop talking about it and moved on.

She might not know it, but she had a scare waiting for her at home.