Uncle Qi has never married, has no wife or children, and lives alone. He can feed himself and doesn't go hungry.

It's normal for a bachelor's home to be quiet, so I didn't think much of it. After circling around the wall, I found a stack of firewood next to the kitchen. So I climbed over the wall and jumped onto the doorstep of the kitchen.

Then I turned back and waved to Fatty, signaling him to jump down like me.

Fatty nodded, but before he could jump, he slipped and tumbled down from the wall, landing directly on the firewood stack, making quite a noise.

I quickly pulled Fatty off the firewood stack, "Clumsy! I told you to be careful, but you had to make such a big noise. Are you afraid Uncle Qi won't know we climbed over the wall?"

Fatty smiled awkwardly, "Slippery! Hehe, slippery!"

Creak!

The door to the main room opened, and indeed, Uncle Qi came out after hearing the noise.

Thinking quickly, I dragged Fatty into the kitchen. Inside, there was a large rice jar. Fatty and I were still young, so squeezing into the rice jar together didn't feel cramped.

After hiding, I pulled the lid over, leaving only a small gap.

We dared not make a sound, holding our breath as our four eyes darted around through the gap.

Soon, Uncle Qi's figure appeared at the kitchen door. He looked around the kitchen but didn't notice anything unusual. Then he glanced into the kitchen before turning and walking away.

After waiting for two minutes, Fatty and I crawled out of the rice jar.

I placed the wild chicken, liquor, and candies on the stove. Finally completing our mission, I instructed Fatty to follow me back the same way we came.

Just as I stepped out of the kitchen, Fatty pulled me back, his face tense. "Quick, hide back in the rice jar. Uncle Qi is coming out again!"

Hearing this, I didn't dare to delay. I hurriedly climbed back into the rice jar, but the gifts we left on the stove were clearly visible.

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I secretly pinched Fatty. What a fool, how could he forget the gifts on the stove?

Uncle Qi walked into the kitchen and immediately spotted the items on the stove. He paused for a moment, then walked over and picked them up.

Uncle Qi didn't seem interested in the other items. He held up the wild chicken, walked to a corner, squatted down, then opened his mouth and took a big bite out of the chicken's neck.

Fatty and I were shocked. What was Uncle Qi doing?

Although the wild chicken was already dead, blood still oozed from its neck as Uncle Qi took a bite. The blood droplets dripped down his chin, a horrifying sight.

The chicken hadn't been plucked or gutted, let alone cooked, yet Uncle Qi was devouring it raw.

This scene left both Fatty and me stunned. We hid in the rice jar, afraid to even breathe.

Just how hungry was Uncle Qi to eagerly eat raw chicken?

Or perhaps Uncle Qi had a habit of eating raw chicken all along, and we just didn't know.

But I found it unlikely. I've seen people eat raw fish, raw beef, and even raw rice, but I've never seen anyone eat raw chicken.

Uncle Qi squatted in the corner, eating voraciously, while Fatty and I felt nauseated and disgusted.

Uncle Qi snapped the wild chicken's neck, put its head into his mouth, and bit down with a crunch. I could hear the sound of chicken bones bursting in Uncle Qi's mouth, sending shivers down my spine.

The raw chicken meat was tough, but Uncle Qi gnawed on it fiercely, tearing off a chunk of meat with his cheekbones tightly clenched. He then swallowed it whole, skin and all.

As Uncle Qi dug in, enjoying his meal, his face and hands were covered in chicken blood, and the kitchen was filled with a strong stench of blood, almost suffocating me and Fatty.

Fatty and I covered our mouths and noses with our hands, our faces turning pale from the stench.

After about a quarter of an hour, Uncle Qi had swallowed the entire wild chicken, bones and all, leaving only a pile of gnawed bones on the ground. Not only did he eat the meat, but he also cleaned out the chicken's organs, especially when he ate the intestines. He grabbed a handful of sticky chicken intestines and shoved them into his mouth, causing chicken feces to splash everywhere.

Uncle Qi's behavior was so bizarre, completely unlike that of a normal person.

I felt that the Uncle Qi in front of me was very strange, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I just felt that something was off about him.

After devouring the raw chicken, Uncle Qi let out a satisfied burp, then took off his military coat and went to scoop water from the water jar to drink. He drank from the ladle, gulping down the water noisily.

The water was also untreated, and on such a cold day, it must have been bone-chilling, but Uncle Qi seemed to enjoy it.

After eating his fill and drinking water, the more I looked at Uncle Qi, the less he seemed human. He looked more like a wild beast, feasting on flesh and blood.

Uncle Qi stretched lazily, then picked up his military coat and walked out of the kitchen.

At that moment, to our astonishment, we saw that the Uncle Qi before us was no longer human!

Strange yellow fur covered Uncle Qi's entire face, which no longer resembled a human face but that of an animal. Not only his face, but his hands and body also had yellow fur rapidly growing.

Fatty and I trembled in the rice jar, terrified.

"Yellow skin... Yellow skin!" Fatty's voice was distorted.

Having experienced a series of terrifying events, I remained calmer than Fatty. I quickly covered Fatty's mouth with my hand to keep him from making any noise.

I knew what Fatty wanted to say. He wanted to say that Uncle Qi had turned into a yellow-skinned creature.

In fact, I had also noticed. At this moment, Uncle Qi's appearance was exactly like that of a yellow-skinned creature.

It seemed that Uncle Qi had been possessed by the yellow-skinned creatures. No wonder he enjoyed eating raw chicken so much, as the yellow-skinned creatures loved to steal chickens from the village.

Uncle Qi had previously killed a young yellow-skinned creature to save us. These past few days, we had been worried that Uncle Qi would be retaliated against by the yellow-skinned creatures. Little did we know, our worst fear had come true. The yellow-skinned creatures from the forest had come for revenge so quickly, finding Uncle Qi's home and turning him into the terrifying being he was now.

I finally understood why Uncle Qi had chased us away earlier and why, on such a sunny day, he had wrapped himself in his military coat — he didn't want us to see him transformed into a yellow-skinned creature.

At this moment, I felt both heartbroken and terrified, but mostly terrified.