Our hometown has a strange custom during the Chinese New Year. Every household kills a dog. But the only thing he was taboo about was killing his own dog. But on the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, my dad decided to do something to the briquettes at home. Grandma persuaded him that if one of her own family members killed someone, he would be guilty, but my father didn't believe it, so he knocked the coal ball to the ground with one knife. However, the next second, Coal Balls actually uttered human words, killed his own dog, and walked from grave to grave! Then it stared at me who was so frightened that I kept retreating. You were the last one!
