The old lady's son slowly walked out of the coffin, his eyes glazed, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes......

The old lady's eyes were full of tears, and she walked to her son step by step, and was about to hug her son, "Son......"

But before she could hold her son, her son suddenly stretched out his hand, and a paw stabbed at her.

Her son's five fingernails were stuck in her abdomen like steel needles.

The old lady's stomach was immediately punctured by his finger, and blood flowed everywhere, and I looked at the wound on the old lady's body, and I seemed to understand something.

The wounds on the old lady's body were caused by her son......

"Son......

The old lady was hysterical and wanted to grab her son's hand, but his son was like a mad demon, and he pierced her stomach with his fingers, and then looked at her stomach and rubbed it several times, watching her liver come out of her heart.

"No, son, I'm a mother!!"

The middle-aged uncle was standing not far away, he came to my side, and then looked at the old lady in front of him who was pierced in the stomach and sighed long, "I knew this was the case, why bother in the first place!" You should know that this corpse raised by the corpse has no humanity at all, and your son doesn't know you at all! ”

"No...... No......" Old Lady Ma looked quite pained.

But the cruel truth in front of her had to make the old lady admit all this, and her body collapsed on the ground.

I looked at the middle-aged uncle, "Uncle, what's wrong with her son!" ”

So the middle-aged uncle told me about this so-called Maoshan forbidden technique, and it turned out that there was indeed a technique in that Maoshan Mountain about raising corpses.

When a person dies, there is a seven-day time limit, using the blood of the person's five senses and adding the organs of relatives as a talisman, and then using copper coins as a guide, you can trap the soul of the person in the body and use it as a corpse.

Listening to the middle-aged uncle say this, it's no wonder that this guy has so many copper coins on him, and this reminds me of some books I read before, which have a saying about keeping corpses from rotting, such as using those so-called arsenic for corpses, and using some so-called soul beads for corpses.

I just said this, the uncle shook his head after listening to me, he said: "Those can certainly keep the corpse from rotting, but they can't bring the corpse back to life, the so-called resurrection of the corpse is actually to trap the soul of the corpse in his body, causing him to not be reincarnated, this seems to be doting, but in fact it is a kind of mutilation." ”

"Nonsense, how could I harm my own son!"

The old lady scolded unconvinced, her body had become very weak and could no longer get up!

"The soul of death, reincarnation is the right way, and this forbidden technique is unfortunately, it is against the way of heaven, so it is called a forbidden technique."

After the middle-aged uncle finished speaking, he secretly took out a handful of glutinous rice in his pocket.

"If I'm not mistaken, your old lady's tongue was sacrificed to resurrect your son!" The middle-aged uncle pointed to his tongue when he said this, and when I heard the middle-aged uncle explain this, my eyes widened suddenly.

It turned out that the old lady's tongue was missing because of her own son, who used her own organs to help her son come back to life......

Of course, this cannot be called a resurrection, but a kind of spiritual captivity.

"So that your son will be happy?"

I stared at the old lady coldly, the old lady suddenly froze in place, she obviously didn't know that I would say such a sentence, and then, looking back at me coldly, "Aren't you happy?" ”

"......No," I said, shaking my head, "I now know that your son may not have died of illness, but by you!" ”

"You're talking nonsense too."

"Whether I'm talking nonsense or not, I just want to tell you, as a mother, maybe you really want to give your son a love, but you never thought that your love is too heavy, sometimes it's like a sharp blade, it has its two sides, hurting others and hurting yourself at the same time, but when you don't know that it hurts, you often don't know that it hurts?"

"No ......"

The old lady struggled as hard as she could, and her son hissed in pain, and I said indifferently, "What your son needs more now is relief!" ”

The middle-aged uncle took a handful of glutinous rice and threw it at his son, and he made a stronger meaning, and then roared, as if he was crazy, and kept crushing wildly, and pounced on us.

Seeing that guy rushing towards me, the middle-aged uncle pushed me aside with one hand, good fellow, if he hadn't dodged quickly, his body would have been halved by that claw, because I saw his fingernails lightly scratching the wall, and a furrow appeared on the wall.

It is conceivable that if this claw scratches my face or my skin, I am afraid that my skin will already crack or even bleed, and if I look deeper, the bones will be pierced by him!

The more I thought about it, the more terrifying it became, and I stepped back tightly.

The middle-aged man tried to throw some rune paper at him again, but unexpectedly, the old lady's son was not afraid of the so-called rune paper at all.

"Use fire!" The middle-aged uncle suddenly came up, and he took out a bag of black things directly from his waist bag, which I was very familiar with when I smelled it, it was the smell of sulfur, which was used to make artillery.

I didn't expect the middle-aged uncle to have such a thing in his pocket, seeing that he held the firefighter in his hand and wrapped it, there was a black silk thread on his hand, I knew that this should be a bag of things with a letter, and the black solid line was the fuse!

I was trying to persuade the middle-aged uncle at this moment, but the middle-aged uncle had already made a fire in his hand, and seeing that he was about to ignite the hidden one, the old lady suddenly jumped up from the ground, and she used all her strength, "My son's Tianling acupoint is a weakness, please don't blow up my son." ”

When the old lady said that, she was almost about to cry, she obviously knew what the middle-aged uncle was going to do next, if she didn't say her son's weakness at this time, the middle-aged uncle would definitely blow him up with **, and when the time came, her son's bones would be gone, and she really had no face to die.

The middle-aged uncle said coldly: "Earlier, wouldn't your son not have to suffer so much?" ”

As he spoke, he saw the middle-aged uncle take out a golden awl from his other pocket, of course, that was just my description, and later I realized that it was called a vajra.

I saw the middle-aged uncle jumping up with the vajra and plunging it into the head of the corpse.