The person who suddenly spoke out of his own Hongyu, who lived alone, for some reason......

Who the hell is it?

Mr. Secretary was panicked at this time. Depending on the mood, he should scream, sit up from the bed violently, or put the quilt over his head for security.

But he didn't. He is like an actor in a bloody drama, no matter how outrageous and unscientific his lines are, he has to hide his emotions according to the development of the plot. His body is forcing him to follow the script.

Realizing this problem, Mr. Secretary panicked even more. It's like when a person is chased by a vicious dog just after squatting in the pit, and suddenly finds that his legs are numb and out of his control.

It's overwhelming.

But soon, that fear faded.

for no vicious dog came after him and bit him. Only an inexplicable but somewhat familiar voice continued to babble.

"If it can be repaired, other places are repairing, and Aunt Li next door moved to the repaired place yesterday, and it is clean and comfortable."

"Hey, when will it be my turn?"

"I went to ask people, but they didn't want to talk to me, probably because they thought I talked too much, and they tossed my tongue vigorously. I used to be lazy occasionally, but now I'm more diligent! ”

"Oh, nephew, someone just brought me a couple of pairs of high heels, and you said you brought them. I took a look, and the heel-high ones can be used as weapons. I can't wear it myself, so I'll give it to the poor man who tossed my tongue. ”

"It's not uncommon for people to have that thing, but they also accepted it, saying that the new ghost who just came down from Huangquan Road is going to walk on his heels, and it is the most suitable to wear this. He took it and sold it to earn two pocket money to buy a smartphone. I'll be able to take a break and talk to you. ”

"But nephew, what are you doing with that thing for me? My wife stays in this tongue-pulling hell every day and doesn't leave the house, and she will have to stay up for at least another ten years. ”

"If you really think about your second aunt, it's good to send me some money, bribe and bribe that poor person, change me a place, and bring me some wine, I drank it, and it doesn't hurt so much when I pull out my tongue next time."

"Nephew, the second aunt just said it casually. The main thing is to tell you that the second aunt of the shoes received it. The second aunt is not asking you for money, it really isn't! Don't worry about it. Although the second aunt has treated you as her own son since she was a child, it is total

You can't be asked to treat your second aunt as a mother, right? No matter how embarrassed the second aunt is, she won't pester the juniors, right? Don't worry, if you don't give the second aunt a little money, the second aunt won't blame you. My unsuccessful son knows to take care of himself all day long, when has he ever taken care of his wife and me? Or your filial piety, you know how to bring things to the second aunt......"

The atmosphere of terror suddenly changed its flavor and became a rhetoric for suspected moral kidnapping. The emotion in Mr. Secretary's heart also changed from fear to anger, and then he asked himself loudly in his heart: Why are you provoking the second aunt? Knowing that the old woman is difficult to mess with you, do you still mess around? The second aunt was the most protective of the cub before her death, and now she wants to let herself send her money, but she doesn't let her son send it! Don't stop when you're dead!

Anger drove him to forget his fears, and before he knew it, Mr. Secretary had taken control of his body. After recalling the second aunt's behavior of trying to poop in his own bowl in order to put rice in his son's bowl before his death, Mr. Secretary finally couldn't help but sit up, opened his eyes and turned to look for the owner of the voice.

You want to take advantage of me when you're alive, and you want to fight when you're dead, right? It would be nice to send you a few pairs of shoes, what else do you want to do?

He thought he was ready to see a dead face that disgusted him. Maybe pale, maybe terrifying, even a little hideous. But Mr. Secretary, who was strong in his blood, thought that fear was nothing compared to his anger at this time.

But when he saw the scene behind him, Mr. Secretary, who was immersed in anger, saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

His bedroom was divided into two parts.

The part where he slept was still his bedroom.

The other part has become a prison with a black breath!

Black, bone-chilling, leaky prison on all sides.

But it's a dream. For Mr. Secretary, who already knew this, the appearance of the prison would only surprise him, but not make him tremble.

What made him tremble was the two men in the prison and the design of the prison.

One, the face he expected to see. The old face of the second aunt is still like that, chubby, often smiling, narrowing her eyes into a slit, at first glance it seems to be very kind, but on closer inspection, there is no lack of shrewdness and calculation of an old lady in the city.

She sat in that small, dark cell. The cells are in the ancient style, one by one walled with wood, one of which is open to the outside

Put a small window. Unlike the small window used to deliver food in ordinary cells, the window is not open at the bottom, and it is opened in the middle, facing the face of the second aunt after sitting down.

She just sat obediently in front of the window, smiling at the window, and opened her mouth wide like a dentist.

Outside the cell, a man dressed like an ancient official was sitting directly opposite the second aunt, holding a miniature fire tongs in his hand, and with an expressionless face, he used it to clip a red thing out of the second aunt's big open mouth.

Squishy.

Sticky.

Long.

It also appears to be dripping with an unknown liquid.

Is that

The tongue of man!

The old man pulled the thing with miniature fire tongs. The second aunt didn't seem to feel pain, and still looked at the servant with a smile.

"Why does it keep going?" The servant touched his chin and studied the sticky tongue in surprise.

"Use scissors. This thing gets longer and longer, and if you pull it again, it will be even harder to pull it out next time. ”

Although the second aunt's tongue was controlled by fire tongs, it was probably because her tongue was too long and did not affect her speech.

The official nodded. He gave up the fire tongs and felt around his body, as if looking for something.

He didn't find it.

Immediately, as if sensing the gaze from the other side, he tilted his head and said to the trembling secretary:

"Excuse me, do you have any scissors?"

Tongue plucking hell, as the name suggests, is used to punish those who have sinned by tongue.

Those who are alive sow discord, slander and harm others, flamboyant tongues, clever arguments, and lie and deceive others. After death, he was sent to the hell of pulling out his tongue, and the little ghost broke open the mouth of the person who came to him, clamped the tongue with iron tongs, and pulled it out raw, not at once, but elongated and dragged slowly...... Rear into scissors hell, iron tree hell.

Mr. Secretary, who woke up from his dream, went to the bathroom in a cold sweat and washed his face, and then saw the scissors scraped on the hook next to the mirror.

The blade was sharp, reflecting a blinding light.

Mr. Secretary threw the scissors directly into the trash.

From now on, there will be no such thing as scissors in his home.

Early the next morning, Mr. Secretary called his second cousin and asked how his second aunt died.