Xiyun came back from the mountains. When she opened the dilapidated wood door of her home, she saw her husband lighting a fire to cook.
The orange firelight came from the firewood opening on the stove, making her husband's face look warm.
Xiyun looked at her husband's hands. His hands were gray-white, with mud between his fingernails and dead leaves on his hair. Xiyun's heart was in her throat and she calmly took two steps back. Her husband stood up unsteadily.
With a "pop" sound, her husband fell to the ground, and his two calves separated from his thighs, revealing blood-red flesh and pale bones.
The husband lay on the ground, stretched out his hand towards Xiyun, and asked while crawling: "Wife, don't you want to eat? I made soup for you with my bones."
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