If Aunt Feng just hanged herself, the aunts would not be so frightened, the key is that this Aunt Feng hanged herself too abnormally, the blood on her body was almost dry, there was a weighing stone on her waist, and the blood that flowed out of her body stained all the clothes on her body, and the most terrifying thing was that she stabbed herself a few times before hanging herself, and the last knife was directly inserted into the heart.

I have heard a lot about hanging myself, I have never heard of people stabbing themselves a few times before hanging, and what is even more terrifying is that Aunt Feng has died so miserably, there is still a weird smile on the corner of her mouth, and anyone who sees the smile on Aunt Feng's face can't help but shudder.

The lady of the sixth room ran out of the firewood room like a wolf howl, crying and crying one by one, and her legs and stomach cramped in fright.

Someone else shouted, "Oh no, no, no...... Yang Xiaofeng hanged himself......"

The news of Aunt Feng's suicide soon spread throughout the Dashuai's mansion and also alarmed the Dashuai.

The marshal ran to the firewood room with more than a dozen guards, and was immediately startled.

Aunt Feng, who was fine yesterday, ended her life with such tragic means today.

The little warlord trembled, and when he saw the miserable smile hanging on the corner of Aunt Feng's mouth, he couldn't help but gasp in fright, and the cold sweat on his body came down.

At this time, an adjutant beside Da Shuai said: "Da Shuai, Aunt Seventh is too dead, she has a weighing stone on her body, six holes and three knives on her body, and she is wearing a blood-red wedding dress. ”

Anyone who sees Aunt Feng's tragic death also feels a little abnormal, the handsome man has killed countless people in his life, what scene has he never seen, seeing Aunt Feng die like this, he can't help but feel frightened.

He stared at Aunt Feng's corpse hanging on the beam of the house for a while, sighed and said: "That's it, after all, it's a husband and wife, buy her a good coffin, find a Taoist priest at night to spend it, and bury it directly the day after tomorrow." ”

The adjutant got the order and directly ordered someone to take down the body of Aunt Feng hanging on the beam of the house.

That night, white flags were hung in the entire Marshal's Mansion, and a large black coffin was placed in the compound.

The entire Grand Marshal's Mansion, up and down, all gathered in the courtyard, and hundreds of guards lined up on both sides.

There was an old Taoist in a Taoist robe, standing in front of the Dharma platform, holding a peachwood sword in his hand, babbling in his mouth, surpassing Aunt Feng's undead.

On the altar were all kinds of offerings, and a table was full.

Lao Dao held a peachwood sword in his hand, circled around the big black coffin, stepped under his feet, and after turning around a few times, he finally walked to the front of the Dharma platform, and sprinkled something I don't know what it was into the brazier, and the fire in the brazier suddenly burned extremely vigorously, illuminating the entire Marshal's Mansion brightly, and the frightened people couldn't help but let out a burst of exclamations.

The old Dao then turned to look at everyone: "Okay, let's all go back and rest, Aunt Seventh is too miserable to die, the resentment is difficult to dissolve, Poor Dao has to spend the whole night to resolve the resentment in her heart, after you go back, close the door tightly, no matter what movement you hear, don't come out, otherwise you will bear the consequences, and Poor Dao will not be able to save you." ”

When everyone heard this, they all nodded, and the handsome man glanced at the coffin, and said politely to the old Taoist: "Dao Chief, this matter will trouble you, and after the burial, I will definitely seal a big red envelope for you." ”

"Dashuai is too polite, I will do my best to do your things, Dashuai hurry up and rest, your body is important, I am here, I promise nothing will happen." The old man said with a flattering face.

The big handsome answered, and then turned and walked towards his room.

After a short while, the entire courtyard was gone, and there was no one around except for some guards guarding not far away.

After everyone was gone, the old man immediately walked to the front of the Dharma platform, ripped off the leg of one of the chickens in Shanggong, ate it in a big gulp, and grabbed the wine on the Dharma platform and drank a few sips.

While eating, he said vaguely: "The people in the Dashuai Mansion are all stupid, where are the ghosts in this world, otherwise who of us would dare to come out to cheat and eat and drink, hehe...... After a beautiful night's sleep, tomorrow the coffin will be buried, and I will be able to eat and drink for half a year without worrying. ”

The more he ate, the more energetic he became, and he sat cross-legged on the ground, taking a sip of wine and meat.

When he was eating fragrantly, he inadvertently glanced at the coffin, which didn't matter at a glance, and suddenly startled the old man.

Just now I clearly remembered that the coffin was behind me, why did I move three or four meters to my left rear after a while.

Is it really haunted?

Lao Dao, who was full of doubts, stood up, put down the wine bottle, wiped his greasy hand on the robe, lifted the peachwood sword, and walked towards the coffin.

He first circled around the coffin, and said wonderingly: "It's strange, why does this coffin seem to move a few meters by itself, it was obviously directly behind it just now......"

While he was puzzled, a strange sound suddenly came from the coffin, as if someone was whispering.

This long man is also very bold, and he directly put his ear on the coffin board and listened carefully to the movement in the coffin.

It was a long time before the old man faintly heard a sound coming from the coffin.

It was a foul voice, repeating in a low voice: "You are all going to die...... You're all going to die......"

When he heard this voice clearly, the old man trembled with fright, his face turned pale, and his legs and stomach were almost weak.

At this moment, suddenly there was an extra hand on his shoulder, which was very cold, and the frightened old man almost peed his pants.

"What are you looking for?" A sinister voice suddenly came.

"Don't make a fuss...... People are scary and scared to death......" The old man thought it was a subordinate of the Great Marshal's Mansion, and said without looking back.

"Did you hear what was said in the coffin?" The sinister voice asked again.

When the old man heard such a strange voice, he finally couldn't help but look back, and at this glance, the whole soul of the frightened person was about to fly.

A woman in a blood-red wedding dress appeared behind her at some point, her face was hideous, densely covered with red veins, like a demon crawling out of the Nine Hidden Underworld.

"You...... Don't come here, be careful that Poor Dao has accepted your ghost......" The old Dao trembled and shook the peachwood sword in his hand.

(End of chapter)