At that moment, a middle-aged man in blue overalls with a large pocket over his belly, carrying a butcher's cleaver and sporting a messy head of hair, rushed in without even knocking and shouted.
The fine sweat on his forehead showed that he had indeed been badly frightened.
Wu Heng could sense his fear. After absorbing it, he saw the horrifying scene this terrified middle-aged man had experienced.
They had stunned the cow and cut open its belly. By the time they had removed more than half its organs, the cow corpse had nearly been drained of blood.
Its hind legs suddenly began twitching violently. Its once-closed, sunken eyes abruptly flew open, their white pupils bulging. It rolled over and took off running south.
Its half-gutted intestines dragged along the ground for nearly thirty feet. The two men slaughtering the cow were completely dumbstruck by the sight.
Their first reaction was fear. Their second was: The cow ran away!
All that beef could be sold for money.
So they hurried over to report it to Wu Heng, the farm owner, hoping to clear themselves of responsibility first.
"Alright, I understand. It was probably muscle memory. I'll drive out and look for the cow. You two go back to work." He waved them away.
Because he knew there was likely another reason the cow had run off.
This body's death from alcoholism had likely drawn the attention of some evil spirit that had been wandering in the forest. Though they existed in the real world, there seemed to be an invisible barrier between them and the living.
Until that barrier was broken, they could not interfere with living people.
But they could meddle with the dead and devour their souls.
The body Wu Heng had possessed had suddenly come back to