There is only one kind of flower in the underworld, and that is the flower of the other side. The white flowers of the other side flower bloom on the other side, that is, the kingdom of heaven, and are called mandala hua, and the red flowers bloom on the side of the Sansheng stone of Lethe River, and are called manju sawa.

The flowers on the screen didn't stay long, and disappeared after a few seconds.

I opened the QQ list, and the friends bar was still gray, and I couldn't find any trace of its existence.

In the past two days, strange things have really become more and more, so much so that when I pick up my phone now, I feel nervous about what will pop out of it.

I simply turned off all the electronic products and lay down on the bed.

At this time, the beating of suona sounded in my ears, like the mourning music of death in ancient times.

I opened my eyes suddenly, and saw that it was pitch black, and I tried to reach out to touch it, only to find that it was tied up, and it seemed to be a dead knot of the roughest hemp rope.

The more I struggled, the tighter the rope became.

An old lady's voice could be faintly heard, very hoarse, but with a hint of familiarity.

"Girl, don't blame me."

"I don't want to, either, but who told you not to save me."

After two sentences, all that was left in my ears was the endless music.

Not only that, but my mouth was also wrapped in a thick strip of cloth, and for a while only my eyes were free.

The tears of grievance flowed down his cheeks on the coffin board, ticking, ticking, adding a bit of weirdness.

The endless darkness plunged me into confusion and all kinds of horror.

I knew that maybe it was just a dream, but I couldn't escape it.

My eyes were sore, but the scene before me did not change in the slightest, and the mourning music became more and more desolate.

"It's here, it's here......" The old voice appeared intermittently, and seemed to be mixed with joy.

As she spoke, the lid of the coffin in front of me was opened.

However, the sight of the eye was not the imaginary light, but a white, white candle, white wedding dress, and the white scribbs directly above.

At this moment, a terrible face appeared in front of me.

The left half is bloody, and there are white and black insects constantly surging inside, slowly crawling there, while the right half is the face of a normal old lady, which is a little familiar when you look closely.

It looks like Grandma Luo!

That's right, it's Grandma Xiao Luo who I saw in the subway station, this person is really ghostly.

As if to see the shock in my eyes, Grandma Luo suddenly grinned, and with her movements, a worm died and split in half, but it was still crawling there completely, and the sound of gnawing bones rustled.

I wanted to vomit, but my mouth was tightly covered, and I could only express the anger in my heart with my eyes.

It seemed that she also knew what she had done, and she took out a red headscarf out of nowhere and put it on my face.

"Girl, don't worry, this is a good family, you will be happy."

She babbled, and my eyes fell into darkness again, and I felt like my body was being dragged forward.

I don't know how long it was, but she finally stopped.

After a door creak, I was placed on a bed, and the hijab on my face was still there.

"Luo Xiaofeng, you can go, if it is really as you said, she has a pure yin physique, I will let you live." A shrill voice rang out.

Soon, the red hijab in front of me was picked off.

It was a face that was no better than Grandma Luo's, the blood on it was congealed, but it had all kinds of patches, big and small, no, to be precise, he seemed to have patches all over his body.

It was a young man, and no part of his body was intact, and his body was covered with dense needle holes.

His mouth was also stitched shut, and he didn't know where the sound came from!

I want to scream! Want to escape!

But I couldn't help myself, and what was even more terrifying was that I didn't even have the qualifications to faint, so I could only look at the patch man, approaching me step by step, and the air was full of fishy stench.

Just as the tip of his nose was about to touch me, a pale hand fell from the sky and grasped the patched man's head steadily, and the next moment, the finger seemed to move only slightly, but the head underneath was already shattered into slag.

The body that had lost its head fell to the ground like that, turning into a pool of black blood, and the smell of blood in the air became even stronger.

"My people dare to move, do you really think this king is dead?" A red figure appeared in front of my eyes so suddenly, and the sound was so familiar.