I thought I wouldn't be upset when I saw any of them again, but blood ties are a wonderful thing.

Whether they deserve to be my relatives or not, I don't want them to show up in the store one day.

The fear in their eyes, like that of the rest of the ghosts, thought that I had picked up the human skin of the human skin lampshade.

The disgust in their eyes also tore open my scars in an instant, and all the past came to my heart.

The resentment in their eyes made it clear to me that they had come together, out of force, by the hand of the man who had imprisoned me back in the shop.

Perhaps, even their deaths were the work of the man who imprisoned me back in the shop.

The one who imprisoned me back in the shop was undoubtedly watching the show play out somewhere in the store.

According to their dress, my sister-in-law, my father, and my grandmother should all die on the day of my sister-in-law's marriage, maybe today.

Normally, the soul of the deceased does not have a chance to return to the yang world until seven days after death.

However, since the one who imprisoned me back to the shop intervened, he should be able to easily circumvent the usual situation.

It's a bit intriguing that my mom is also wearing a wedding dress.

According to our custom at that time, even if she remarried, the woman who married for the second time did not wear a wedding dress.

I looked at them indifferently for less than a minute, and my sister-in-law, who was growing with resentment in her eyes, was the first to break the silence.

"Why are you alive and well, you bitch?!, I'm going to let you pay for your life!" she gritted her teeth and rushed at me.

My grandmother was right behind her, her fingers in her claws.

My father, who is filial, also followed up to assist his mother.

I continued to plow in place, and the anger was stirred up.

They stopped at the counter, fear in their eyes getting the better of them.

"Why can't I live well? Because you don't like it? Whether you like it or not, it's none of my business. I sneered.

"You ......" Grandma, who has always been a wordy at home, was easily trembling with anger, pointing at me so excited that she couldn't say anything superfluous.

"What are you? You dead old woman can't even speak, and you still have the face to show shame. I'm scared for you. I sneered.

"How can you talk to your grandmother like that!" my dad scolded me with his eyes wandering and his neck scolded.

"Grandma? Is she worthy? Also, who are you? Sure enough, you are a shameless person who is invincible in the world, who gave you the face and still considers herself a father? "Are you worthy?" I sneered.

"I said I should drown her alive, but you didn't listen. Look at her face now!" exclaimed my sister-in-law.

"Although I was not drowned, didn't you drown the child born to a big girl with a yellow flower and a wild man? Why, you are addicted to drowning people? My face is indeed not as good-looking as some people's faces, and some people who have given birth to children can still pretend to marry a yellow flower girl, and they are really thick-skinned. "I'm not very articulate.

"You ......," my sister-in-law also began to be so excited that she couldn't say anything superfluous.

"If you want to be presumptuous, don't open your dog's eyes to see where you are now! Get out!" I yelled.

They then hurriedly retreated, and then exchanged glances and left the shop.

When they passed by my mother, my sister-in-law grabbed my mother's hair and forcibly dragged my mother out of the store.

My mom stayed where she was from the moment she entered the store, and although her emotions fluctuated in her eyes, she never felt the slightest guilt or indebtedness.

My sister-in-law dragged her, no doubt out of anger.

Seeing them finally leave, I was secretly relieved.

I don't want them to scatter in front of me, I don't want them to scatter in my hands, I don't want to do what the one who imprisoned me back in the shop.

I have saved their lives, and I have done my best.

I hope they won't offend me again, otherwise, I won't be relentless.

How can you repay virtue with virtue?

Besides, what they want is my life.

If I am soft, I will die.

I continued to stick to the counter until it was time to go to the butcher's house, then put out the kerosene lamp and leave the shop.

On the way, I saw my father, my grandmother, my sister-in-law and my mother again, and suddenly rushed out of the shadows to attack me together.

My eyes were colder, and my footsteps didn't stop, and I tried my best to urge the qi to be used with the mantra in a array.

Before they could rush in front of me, they were enveloped in the formation, and their souls were scattered.

I kept walking, not glancing at them.

They have to take the blame.

But why do I still moisten my eyes?

Perhaps, it was the wind that blinded my eyes?

It must have been too windy to dazzle my eyes, or else?

When I went to the butcher's house, I saw the butcher hanging himself from the beams of the house, next to his wife's coffin.

His bloodshot eyes bulged out, his tongue stretched out, and dried black blood from his seven orifices.

His children were sleeping soundly on straw mats on the ground.

The eldest of the children was eleven or twelve years old, and the youngest was just over two years old.

I stopped, turned around with a blank face, and went to the house of the pig and sheep slaughterer in the town.

I returned to the shop after killing, and had breakfast at the breakfast shop on the way, and then folded a bamboo pole to serve as a pathfinder after I became blind again.

Then, as the day began to rise and my eyes were no longer visible, I tried to walk around the shop with the help of a bamboo pole.

Naturally, the process of practice was not too smooth, and it took me a day to throw away the bamboo pole and walk as usual in a familiar environment.

During this time, someone came into the store to shop, and I listened intently to see if what he had taken was the same as what he had reported, and asked him to pay change when he paid.

I don't know if the guest noticed that I was blind, but I could feel the money he paid with my hands anyway without counterfeit bills.

During this time, I went to the kitchen to cook for myself, but I added too much salt and oil to splash the vegetables everywhere, and the fire in the stove fell to the ground.

The hot oil blistered on my hands, scorched my hair, and burned my clothes.

As it got dark, my eyes were getting to see my surroundings clearly.

I lit the kerosene lamp on the counter and was about to close the door to wash off the dirt on my face and change clothes.

Grandfather?!

I burst into tears and quickly stepped forward to push him out of the store.

He came rashly, naturally he had already sought out the paper man and learned from the paper man that I had been punished, but I couldn't let him take the risk.

"Girl, it's all because grandpa is late. Grandpa will pick you up now. "Grandpa picked me up, and I didn't hide my distress.

"Grandpa......" I cried out loud, and I couldn't say anything superfluous for a while.

At this time, the human skin lampshade suddenly swelled, flying away from the kerosene lamp and coming towards me and my grandfather.

At the same time, the temperature in the store plummeted and chilled to the bone marrow.