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A thin white mist poured out from the crack under the gate of the Han Mansion, slowly surrounding the entire village, and if you look down from the sky, you can see that the white mist deliberately bypassed the area where the government was stationed.

In a room in the village, a man was sleeping sweetly, snoring like thunder, and there ......was a knock at the door, but even such a fierce sound could not disturb the man's dream, turned over, and continued to fall asleep, but the knock on the door became louder and louder......

At first, Han Dashu thought he was dreaming, until the sound seemed to knock on the door, he suddenly turned over and sat up, and anger flashed on Mu Ne's face.

"Who's going to be so late, isn't it looking for death?" As he spoke, Han Dashu put on the winter coat on the side of the bed and put on his shoes.

However, after a moment's work, it seemed that because he heard a response from the room, the sound of knocking on the door was more than twice as intense, and Han Dashu could see that the door of his wooden house was knocked open with a fist-sized gap.

"Grass! are you looking for death?!"

Even with Han Dashu's temperament, he couldn't help but get irritable, scolded, and directly picked up a sickle at the door.

You must know that Yanmen Village is already in the deep mountains, and now it is about to enter winter, the mountains are far colder than imagined, and the repair of the door is not something that can be repaired in a while, he can imagine how difficult it will be for him to sleep every day in the next few days.

With a click, the wooden door was slammed open.

The cold wind poured in, it was very cold, and it was like a basin of cold water that extinguished the anger in Han Dashu's heart.

Outside, there was a dead silence, darkness where you couldn't see your fingers, and there was no one!

At the time of the child, that is, from twelve o'clock to one o'clock in the evening, even if today is Han Yi's big day, it will not be noisy until late, and besides, this matter itself is relatively taboo, and there is nothing to make a fuss.

The mountain people go to bed early and get up early, and for them, there is no other pastime except for making children at night, and they generally go to bed very early.

Outside, there was no candlelight from the windows of a house, and even if you stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance, it was dead silence and pitch black.

There was a knock on the door of the room just now, but now Han Dashu's eyes were empty streets, and there was no one.

When he reacted, his heart and liver trembled with fright, and his right hand holding the sickle trembled like Parkinson's, obviously it was a cold day, but he was scared into a cold sweat.

His feet felt as if they were welded to the ground, and he couldn't move.

After a while, there was only the sound of the wind in his ears, and the terrible things in his imagination did not happen, Han Dashu's heart in his throat fell slightly, and his eyes flicked, and he saw that there were several cracks in the wooden door, and there was one gap missing, all of which were telling him that what had just happened was true.

Click.

Han Dashu hurriedly closed the door, but fortunately, this wooden door was strong enough, even if it was tossed in turns, it did not fall.

"Who the hell is it? Is it the murderer?"

Thinking of this, Han Dashu panicked, and the hand holding the sickle couldn't help clenching, but when he turned around, he found a thick black shadow standing in front of him at some point.

The cold, stiff palm gripped his neck, the bones clicked and crunched, and the neck was visibly twisted into a ball of twist, as if something had penetrated into his flesh and slid down his trachea to the atrium.

It's eating his heart.

"Uh-"

Han Dashu let out a cry of pain, his eyes were red from the extreme lack of oxygen, but even if his trachea was twisted into a twisted shape, he still did not die.

The pain of his heart being gnawed and the feeling of suffocation caused by the lack of oxygen made him feel the most indescribable collapse and despair in the world.

The cold and stiff palm grabbed him off the ground little by little, and Han Dashu finally saw the silhouette of his cheeks looming in the darkness, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world, even if his eyes were bloodshot, he couldn't hide his indelible fear.

The corners of his mouth flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he was scared to death!

......

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

A weak, feeble cough rang out in the silence of the room.

There was a middle-aged woman about thirty or forty years old lying on the bed, she was sleeping soundly, she helped Hanfu's new daughter-in-law put on makeup today, but she was tired enough, not to mention that she was thrown out and smashed a bunch of tables and chairs later, and her back hurt.

When the dust settled, she didn't care about anything else when she went home, and fell asleep.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Her mother-in-law coughed for a long time, and she didn't mean to stop, even if she was sleeping Zhengxiang, she was still woken up, and she looked at it with sleepy eyes, and found that her mother-in-law was squatting on the ground coughing non-stop.

I couldn't help muttering a few words in dialect, which probably meant that the old immortal was so troublesome or something.

The woman's husband died early, leaving her with only a son and a mother-in-law, who finally worked hard to raise his son and watch him get married and marry him.

But in this small courtyard, how can there be so many houses, she can only live with her mother-in-law, and the other house is used as her son's new house, but it is just ...... As time went on, the woman's heart became more and more impatient.

"Are you alright, mother-in-law?"

The woman got up and asked with concern, but the eyes in the darkness were impatient and disgusted.

She walked over, looked at her mother-in-law squatting in the corner, stretched out her hand and pulled her over directly, and said in her mouth: "Let me see if it's old and ......."

The remaining two words were choked in her throat, and the woman's appearance was like a duck choked by the neck, making a strange uh-uh sound, her face was pale with fright, and her eyes were full of fear.

took a few steps backwards, lost his center of gravity, and fell to the ground.

The mother-in-law in front of her......

The eyeballs in the eye sockets are missing, and there are maggots stained with blood stains burrowing in the eye sockets, so many that they are too many to count, densely packed, which makes people's hearts chill and their souls scatter.

The most strange and frightening thing is that the mother-in-law's mouth is sewn tightly with needles and threads, and the existence of lips is almost invisible, only the overlapping black lines.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......" But her mouth still made a weak, weak coughing sound.

Orchid ...... I'm in so much pain, and there's a lot of bugs in my mouth. ”

The mother-in-law staggered to her feet, approached Han Lanhua crawling on the ground not far away, and said in her mouth: "They told me that only if you are like me, I will not be in pain."

"You've taken care of me for so long, you're going to help me, aren't you?"

"Get out of here! Old immortal, get out of the way!"

Han Lanhua's eyes were so frightened that they almost fell out of their sockets, and the horror in front of her directly destroyed her three views, and her legs kicked on the ground, constantly retreating.

With a snap, she knocked down the wooden frame behind her to put the basin, and the bone-chilling ice water poured on her head, and the soaked black hair scattered around her cheeks, and in the panic, she picked up the basin at hand and threw it hard.

With the sound of the bell, the basin struck her mother-in-law's head, and the force made her head tilt back slightly, but the action seemed to anger her, and she pulled out a bundle of needle and thread out of nowhere.

The tip of the needle in the cold light can be seen even in a dark space.

"Don't ...... No...... No. ”

Han Lanhua seemed to realize something, her pupils widened to the limit, her eyes were so frightened that she fell out, and mottled blood flowed out of her eye sockets.

She slammed into the wall behind her, and there was no room for her to retreat from the cramped room.

"Son save me, son save me! Son save me!" A terrible cry came out of Han Lanhua's mouth.

A black shadow came to Han Lanhua's face, she could clearly see that every maggot in her eye socket was burrowing back and forth while also bringing up every inch of flesh and blood, and there seemed to be a worm in the depths of her hollow eye socket, which was smiling.

The thin and shriveled old hand grabbed her neck, and the seemingly old palm was like a weight at this moment, no matter how Han Lanhua resisted, she couldn't break a finger.

"Orchid, my mother-in-law is in too much pain, can you help me share a little?" A weak voice rang in my ears.

In the next moment, the tip of the needle in the cold light passed through the lips, out, in, out, in.

The howls of pain that resounded through the room grew weaker and weaker until they came to an abrupt end.

In fact, even if Han Lanhua's cry for help was heard by his son, I am afraid it would be useless, because ...... At some point, a thin white mist filled the ground of the small courtyard.

There was a terrible cry in both rooms until it was gone.

At the same time, an even greater horror befell Hanfu!

This mansion occupies a huge area, and there are lights everywhere, but no sound comes out, like a ghost, and the candle flame of the red lantern is gloomy and white.

Perhaps, the absence of sound does not mean that there is no movement.

In a room in the backyard, the faint candlelight reflected several figures, and blood splattered on the window paper, a little more eerie and scarlet.

Inside the room, Han Ming was tied to a chair, unable to move at all, his pupils were wide to the limit, and his old cheeks were covered with dense cold sweat.

His appearance can be called miserable, with a big hole in his neck, but the hole is tightly blocked by something under his crotch, perhaps because he is old and atrophied, and there is still a lot of blood flowing out of the gap.

Han Ming's legs were already white bones, he was being killed, and it was a young man who was holding a knife in his hand, like a skilled cook scraping off every piece of flesh.

This piece of flesh was then sent to his mouth by another young man, and so on.

It's just that the appearance of these two young men is not much better, the skull cover is completely lifted, and dense maggots are eating and swimming in it, and the severe pain makes their faces twitch from time to time.

From time to time, a hole would be opened all over the body, and the blood that flowed out was no longer bright red, but a muddy and dirty black stream.

If you looked closely at Han Ming's eyes, you would find that his gaze had been focused on a corner of the room.

There?

What happened?

In the darkness, a figure was on the bed, unable to move.

Walk closer to see the whole picture.

On a bed the size of a child's arm, there was a woman lying on a bed that was Han Ming's wife, Han Yi's mother, Han.

The woman's entire body was deep in the bed of nails, and the thick iron nails pierced through her flesh and exposed to the air, and the blood slowly dripped down the sharp point, as if she wanted to return to her original body.

In her head, only one nail pierced Han's lip and pierced out, which made her unable to even let out a muffled grunt of pain, and the indescribable pain hit her nerves like a tide.

She wanted to writhe, she wanted to escape, but it was useless, and all her limbs were nailed to death.

Two thick iron nails pressed against Han's temples, which caused extreme pain, which would bring about the body's instinctive fainting behavior, which would be blocked by the iron nails, making Han bear all this.

As a witness, there is only a figure on the side of the bed.

I could vaguely see the torn fiery red wedding dress and the low laughter.

Just when terror befell Yanmen Village.

Outside the village, an uninvited guest came here.

The dappled moonlight illuminated the person who came, a handsome but gloomy pale face, seven feet tall, and carrying a coffin of equal height behind him, it was Xu Cheng.

He was holding a wisp of empty iron ball in his hand, which was making the sound of a jingling bell, and if he looked closely, he could find that it was actually the power of the iron ball itself that was guiding and driving Xu Cheng to walk.

Passing by the entrance of the village, a few trees are staggered, and you enter the village. The direction in which Xu Cheng walked was the stationing place of the government, not so much the stationing place, but the direct saying that he came to find Li Xian.

That's right, Shizun bare eyebrows, and asked him to come to the two or five hundred masters of the Shanzi Battalion, Li Xian!

Kill him!

"Huh?"

After not walking a few steps, Xu Cheng found the thin white mist under his feet and sighed lightly.

He squatted down, his pale fingertips on the white mist, only to see that the white mist that seemed to be real and virtual was put into his mouth and tasted, as if he had tasted fine wine, he couldn't help but close his eyes slightly, the tip of his tongue licked the corners of his mouth, and grinned excitedly.

'It's so special, it's so special!'

Scarlet flushed from the depths of his pupils, Xu Cheng stood up and opened his bloodshot eyes.

The coffin behind it shook suddenly, creaked, and opened a crack slightly, and darkness deeper than the darkness poured out, endlessly, surging out like a flood of the collapse of a.

An even thicker darkness eroded the white mist, blending and indistinguishable from each other, and the nearby walls began to rot, peel, and age until they turned to ashes.

This movement seemed to alarm the people in the room, and they saw a person with a hideous face pushing open the door, roaring like a frightened beast, and rushing towards Xu Cheng on all fours at a very fast speed.

Dead silence, cold eyes stared at the comer, and the surging darkness engulfed the attacking 'beasts', leaving only the crunching sound of chewing in place.

Xu Cheng turned around, changed directions, and his figure disappeared in place like a phantom.

He planned not to go to Li Xian first, because there was a sweeter pastry waiting for him to taste, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he couldn't wait for a second late.

There, is the location of Hanfu.

Little by little, time passed...... The sky was white, and the light dispelled the darkness.

"Goo...... Cuckoo. ”

The high-pitched crowing of a rooster echoed through the village.

Smoke rises.