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And here, in the dimly lit room, the candle shadow is like a bean, and the cold wind hits, swaying, as if whimpering and trembling, with a little more gloomy. It sounded as if someone was muttering to himself, as thin as a gnat, but he couldn't ignore it," ...... The evil of the world declines, and everything turns with the candle. The husband is light and thin, and the newcomer is as beautiful as jade. When the dusk is still known, the mandarin duck does not sleep alone. But when I saw the new man laughing, I heard the old man crying. ”

"At the beginning, you tied my hair and eyebrows, only the shadows of the trees were reflected in the bottom of your eyes, and the feelings were lingering, but now the shadows outside the window are sparse, hooking the past, fragmented, sighing! Alas...... There is nothing to sigh about, people are not ...... Things are not ......"

A faint sigh, the sound of breath was faint, as if there was no breath, and suddenly a sneer was heard.

"That's it, that's it, in my life, I only live with this one person, everything is unsatisfactory, and I will be ruined for a lifetime...... Why bother to embarrass yourself in this last bit of time, I don't want to do anything, just to wait for this moment of liberation, and it can be regarded as the only time I treat myself well......"

Three-foot white silk, hanging on the beam, gray and white embroidered shoes on the pedals, is to put the neck in the buckle, the foot of the foot to kick the footstool open, the throat is breathless, a wisp of incense has been dissipated in the world.

If there is another life...... Just be kind to yourself......

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"Young grandma! Young grandma! ”

I don't know where the noisy guy came from, but he has been making noise in his ears all the time, could it be that the ghost of the Yin Si hooking the soul is called the soul hook?

Ghost ...... ...... hook the soul?

Yes, I have already committed suicide by hanging myself, but ...... Why is the sound so familiar, and the warm touch on the skin, the sensation of being touched and shaken, is so real?

"Young grandma, wake up!"

As if sensing her reaction, the voice became more and more persistent in her ears, and the strength of the hand held in her hand became even harder, and she couldn't help but let out a low cry of pain.

"Hmm......"

The weak moans were exchanged for the pain of burning fire in the throat like ten thousand needles burning together. I remember that the old people often said that if you did something wrong when you were alive, and you went to hell to see Lord Yama after death, you would be punished to go down to the knife mountain and go down to the oil pot to atone for your sins!

But I think that she was familiar with the rules of women, women's precepts, etc., always remembered to respect her in-laws and husbands, carefully and carefully abide by her duties, and did not dare to make any mistakes, no matter what she encountered, she was tolerant everywhere for fear that others would have any grievances first, and only thought that if she spread any bad rumors because of her own negligence to disgrace her husband's family, it was really a sin that could not be made up for by death!

And it is precisely because she treats people so submissively that she ends up in such a field!

At this moment, she suddenly woke up, something she had never thought about or dared not think about before her death, and finally at this moment, it was like a lit cannon that exploded in her chest! That kind of crazy and violent feelings like bursting the embankment can't be controlled at all, and all the surging out!

No, she has been suppressed all her life, and in the end, what else is there to control?!

Those who coaxed her, deceived her, deceived her, lost her, stole her, robbed her...... So many people, so much hatred, how can you be willing?! How willing?!

Those people are still alive and well in reality, how can she die like this, those wicked people...... Cunning and treacherous, treacherous, two-faced, and evil! And she has followed the rules all her life, that is, the ants have never stepped on a single one, but even they have never been locked up in this netherworld to be convicted and punished, why should she suffer all this?

She really hated it, gritted her teeth, and her mouth was full of fishy sweet taste and never relaxed.

She wanted to see if this netherworld was really as terrifying as people said. I also want to see what kind of fool the judge Hades is, and what kind of evidence she was convicted on! Let her be punished!

But there was darkness and nothing to see.

She wanted to open her eyes wide, but the eyelids were too heavy, and she was so sleepy that it looked like there were ten pounds of bricks hanging underneath, and they were swollen and painful.

But at this time, she was like a demon, and she didn't know what to do with all her strength, and she used all her strength to finally seem to see a ray of light.

Then the light seemed to be a sharp blade cutting through a chicken egg, and from that gap it slowly dispersed, and finally all the light shone in.

What catches your eye, the white bed top, the black wooden pillars, the plain gauze tent dancing gently, everything is inexplicably familiar, as if it was a dream a long time ago.

The dream is very peaceful, and the air is full of the warm smell of the sun.

The feeling of missing too much made her heart shake, but the next moment, when she saw the woman's face, the memory with the multicolored foam circle was suddenly stained with a layer of black ink, dirty and disgusting!

"Young Grandma ......"

She looked at the face that she would never forget no matter what, the light condensation between her eyebrows was impatient, and the misty eyes could not see the color of her eyes, which was contempt and disgust.

This person's every move seemed to be slowed down countless times in her eyes, so the truest emotions were all exposed in front of her.

And now it seems that she didn't expect her to open her eyes suddenly, and before the corners of her disdainful mouth could be closed, she had already subconsciously raised it to reveal a flattering appearance, the pimple between her eyebrows disappeared, but the mist in her eyes was deeper.

The whole face, so stiff, so ridiculous.

It's so obvious, why haven't you noticed it before?

"Less...... Grandmother? ”

The woman's expression became a little strange, as if she couldn't stand her undisguised staring all the time, and when she was trying to avoid it, she suddenly heard a laugh next to her, "Sister Hongxing is really, whose grandmother is this!" ”

The figure who ran in in the wind and fire, when he saw her lying on the couch, his eyes widened, and he looked surprised, "Eh, young grandma, you finally woke up?" ”

The girl in her prime, as if she was running too fast and panting slightly, her cheeks were flushed, like a ripe sweet apple, which made people want to pounce on it and take a bite, and taste whether it was really as delicious as imagined, so beautiful.

But she couldn't help but shrink her pupils, her chest stagnated, and the image of this person in her mind was black hair hiding his face, his eyes were hollow, and his complexion was pale like a lifeless paper man, only a wound the size of a copper plate on his forehead, red blood kept flowing out, and he couldn't stop doing anything.

Angry as a gossamer, her life was short, but she still grabbed the corner of her skirt and cried mournfully: "Little ...... Miss, you ....... Trust me! I am...... Absolutely not...... I betrayed you......"

She only felt a pain in her chest, and whispered in panic: "...... Chun'er? ”