Winter Madrigal reflexively threw the phone far away, shouting like a madman, "You're dead,] your death is not my fault, why do you want to come back to get me!" ”

He yelled and cursed for a minute, but the singing did not stop at all.

The phone fell to the ground, the screen and the body had been split in half, and the battery was shaken out. Even so, the wife's singing was still ringing, and it was getting louder and louder.

Winter Madrigal stopped scolding, and he felt that something was wrong with the song. The phone is broken and it is impossible to make a sound anymore. Where did that sound come from?

He tilted his ears to the side to discern carefully, and suddenly felt a chill all over his body. Singing people, outside the door!

Fearing that he had misheard, he went to the gate and put his ear to the iron gate. At this moment, the voice suddenly became louder, as if a person was screaming close to his ear.

With that scream, the singing disappeared completely.

Winter Madrigal was so scared that he opened the door with all his might. But the door seems to grow on the wall, and it can't be opened no matter how much you pull it. Turn on the lights, and the lights can't be lit. He tried other doors, the master bedroom, the guest bedroom, and the study. He tried every door from far to near, but none of them he could pull and move.

He was in despair, and he came to the bathroom tremblingly. Surprisingly, the bathroom was hidden, and there was a glimmer of light leaking through it.

Winter Madrigal swallowed a mouthful of saliva and pushed the door open and walked in. For some reason, the bathroom tiles became so dirty and mottled, with rust crawling all over the metal appliances. This bathroom looks like no one has used it in a hundred years! But the furnishings are exactly the same as their impressions, and they are not familiar.

The dim light stained everything like blood, and he walked forward with his trembling feet. But the scene in the bathtub directly broke his nerves.

I saw that in the bathtub without water, my wife was bleeding all over her body. Her face was pale and hateful. The image is like a zombie from an American movie. Her eyes were wide open, and she couldn't die anymore.

This is exactly what happened before his wife died. At that time, his wife suffered from depression because of her son's accident, and she was too busy with entertainment to comfort her. So when she returned home one day, Winter Pastoral saw the scene in front of her. The wife cut the artery in her hand, took sleeping pills, and committed suicide in the bathtub.

Since then, he has never returned to his original home. He was reluctant to recall the past. He pretended to be frivolous and pretended to be sunny, all in order to hide the pain of his dead son and wife in his heart.

Winter Pastoral broke down on his knees, his throat trembling, and whenever he thought of the current scene, he always felt endless guilt in his heart. He took his wife's hand, which was stiff and cold.

He was about to say something, but suddenly, the stiff hand actually grabbed him tightly.

"It's time."

"It's time."

"It's time."

His wife's corpse sat up like a zombie, and she yelled at him three times. Winter Madrigal was scratched by her sharp nails, and red blood flowed down the wound.

Blood droplets fell to the ground, blooming with bloody flowers.

At that moment, everything in front of me began to regress as if it were rapidly receding. And then disappear without a trace. Vision, only a green field remained, and the frosty moonlight.

Winter Pastoral stood dumbfounded, he saw the mulberry forest picking vegetables not far away, and then rushed like crazy.

He's going to kill him, and that guy must be the source of the curse. Only by killing him can you be saved.

With only one last thought left in his mind, he pounced on Sanglin and overwhelmed him. Strong hands grabbed him by the neck.

"In the end, you were torn apart by the mountains and the flowing water?" I glanced at him.

Winter Pastoral nodded regretfully, "If you don't kill and don't eat porridge, it's not just me, all of us will die." ”

"Why? Based on the inexplicable illusion you see? I asked.

"Not bad." Winter Madrigal leaned back towards the campfire.

I smiled wryly. In fact, I also think that killing Sang Lin is the best solution, but this involves another problem. Do you dare to gamble with your life? What if Mulberry is really the only clue to the curse? It is a sure thing that our group will be cursed. After all, there was a fake death before, and there was a winter pastoral body later.

Even skeptics are beginning to waver.

It is estimated that the mountains and flowing water pull him apart, which is also based on this consideration. There are no fools in this expedition, and of course one's own life and others are more important. If killing Mulberry Forest could indeed solve the problem, someone must have already started to act. No one would be stupid enough to stop the winter madrigal.

The mulberry forest was far away from the winter madrigal, and he seemed to be a little afraid. I was almost strangled to death just now!

The blazing bonfire burned, and everyone silently boiled the picked cabbage and bacon together, and the fragrance filled the surroundings. But the delicacy does not arouse people's appetite, and everyone has their own concerns.

Except for the sound of insects and the slight crackling of the fire, silence permeated the camp for a long time.

"We only arrived at Fenghu Lake in three days, what are you going to do?" I ate the contents of the bowl, although the meat and vegetables were quite hearty, but now they were like chewing wax. There is one sentence that everyone knows that I have not spoken, and I can only live for three days after being targeted by the so-called curse. Today is one day, tomorrow from Baiyang Trough Village to Namuzhu, and on the third day, we will only arrive at Fenghu Lake. If you want to rush to Yinshan Village, it will take at least four days.

The team was originally slow, especially the physical strength of the three girls in the team was not good. It is impossible to speed up.

Winter Pastoral glanced at Sang Lin viciously, "If you don't kill him, everyone will die." ”

"It's that again." I smiled wryly again: "Do you think everyone will watch you kill?" ”

His gaze circled around everyone's faces, then lowered his head. His body was still trembling slightly, and perhaps the fear in his heart was as fierce as a thunderstorm.

"What else can I do? Death notices have been issued! He asked rhetorically, his voice low. No one can be calm knowing exactly when they will die.

"Come to think of it, it's not exactly three days to die." Li Nuoyi suddenly spoke: "The group of people who don't eat porridge returned from Yinshan Village on October 24. It was not until November 2 that the first victims began. There were nine days between them. Why did no one die nine days after leaving the village, and one every three days after? It's puzzling, right? Look at it again, if he doesn't eat porridge, he is still alive and well. And the curse ran to us inexplicably. This is even more puzzling! ”

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