Before slaughtering a pig, it needs to be tied up to prevent it from struggling and escaping unconsciously.

　　The same principle applies to slaughtering the pig for the New Year.

　　They tied up my sister-in-law with ropes, and when my brother's hand passed over her belly, he hesitated briefly.

　　My sister-in-law remained calm from start to finish.

　　Until the knife slit her throat.

　　Even until she took her last breath, her eyes stared fiercely at my brother.

　　Lìnggē clapped his hands and said, "Now let's inspect the goods!" Lìnggē was a meticulous person who didn't want to bring unnecessary pain to the pig, so he found it easier to quickly kill it with one stroke.

　　Before starting, he paid my brother the final installment.

　　Mainly because he was very satisfied with our previous delivery.

　　As he spoke, he smiled and wiped the blood off the knife, as if he had just slaughtered a pig.

　　My brother looked at the pig-killing knife in his hand, calmly turned around, and said, "Lìnggē, it's too cold today.

　　Take your time with the inspection; we'll go back first." Lìnggē didn't even raise his head and waved his hand.

　　I saw his other hand checking my sister-in-law's pulse.

　　My brother started walking at first but then began to run when he couldn't see anyone anymore.

　　My legs have been shaking, the deceased sister-in-law and older sister flashed before my eyes one after another, and my brother walked far ahead while I hadn't taken a step.

　　I leaned against a tree trunk, trembling as I watched my brother frown, cleanly slicing open the abdomen.

　　It felt like someone had fixed my head in place, my eyes wide open, watching intently.

　　My brother reached inside and pulled out a blurry mass of flesh.

　　The shape looked strange, but I knew what it was.

　　It was my three-month-old nephew.

　　Perhaps my sister-in-law miscalculated the timing, or maybe her body was too overweight, but the baby absorbed well, looking like a weak kitten at just three months old.