Zhang Shuncai and Zhang Shungui, the two brothers, were sitting on the steps, leaning against each other, already asleep.
In the darkness, pairs of eyes with a ghostly glow kept moving. The sheep in the pen were restless, but only dared to let out soft bleats, clearly very afraid of these large creatures that had come.
There were thirteen sheep in total, but only a few managed to make low cries before ten of them had their necks bitten through. The remaining three lambs were completely terrified, huddled in a muddy corner of the pen, trembling.
The sheep pen was instantly filled with blood, and the latch of the pen was bitten open, with ten sheep dragged out.
Two pairs of eyes with a ghostly glow paused for a moment, came in front of the brothers sitting on the steps, circled them, and finally jumped over the high wall and left.
