The moment the heartbeat stopped, the entire cavern fell into an eerie calm.

Click.

What broke the silence was a soft sound from inside the coffin, similar to the sound of the brackets colliding together.

Click!

Click!

After a few soft sounds, the glowing coffin lid bounced upwards for a small bit, creaked, and slid outward, and a cold air rushed up and spread around.

I watched all this in a daze, without any movement, and even hoped that the cold would disperse more and thicker, so that I could cover the coffin and the corpse inside.

I was scared, afraid to see the body inside the coffin.

All kinds of complex emotions floated in my heart. Together, they choked my heart, so that I couldn't say a word at all, and I couldn't move, but tears covered my eyes.

A pair of cold hands held my face at this moment. It was the wedding dress, she stood in front of me, the tassels on the crown of the sun swayed gently, and a pair of eyes with inexplicable sorrow came into my eyes.

"I don't hate you!"

I tried to say something, but I couldn't say a word. A familiar and unfamiliar voice sounded in my ears, it was the wedding dress.

It was the first time in a long time that she had spoken to me so seriously.

I looked at her stupidly, and pictures appeared in my mind inexplicably, including me and her in the sea of clouds, watching the picture of the rising sun, the picture of me and her standing on the top of the snowy mountain, overlooking the heaven and the earth, and the picture of me and her standing in the sea of people, killing one person in ten steps.

One picture after another flashed, in the new house with red candles, she was wearing a bright red wedding dress and sitting quietly in front of the red candles.

I took a broken sword and plunged it into her chest.

In the underground caves, I drove 10,000 people, excavated huge stones, and killed people.

Chains penetrate the mountain, human heads, embedded in the rock wall, spider eggs, planted into flesh and blood.

The picture is finally frozen in front of a bronze coffin, I hold her in a bright red wedding dress, bury her in the coffin, seal the coffin with blood, and swear by my soul.

I remembered a lot, I forgot a lot, and when I woke up, the wedding dress let go of my shoulders, stepped into the coffin, and disappeared before my eyes.

The moment the wedding dress entered the coffin, like a whale swallowing water, the white cold air that filled the cave rolled back and entered the coffin.

"It's almost done!"

At this moment, Grandma's voice sounded again.

I took a difficult step forward and looked at the bronze coffin.

There was a layer of white cold air in the coffin, and I couldn't see anything clearly, and in a hazy way, I could see that there was a female corpse inside.

One was dressed in a bright red wedding dress. The corpse of a woman with a broken sword stuck in her chest, just like a wedding dress.

"It's almost done!"

Grandma's voice sounded again, with a hint of urgency and anxiety.

As she spoke, my body stiffened again, like a marionette, and I leaned down to grab the broken sword.

The moment I grasped the hilt of my sword, I was shocked by electricity, and an indescribable pain spread throughout my body.

"Ahh

I subconsciously howled, pulled out, pulled out the broken sword, and in a trance, I remembered a lot of things.

I saw that I was very small, and I saw my grandmother piercing my immature body with a silver needle dipped in a special material, and carved runes into my body.

I saw my grandmother holding me, coaxing me to sleep, and blowing wisps of smoke into my nostrils.

I saw my grandmother throw me into a wooden barrel with all kinds of herbs floating in it and cook it.

I watched my grandmother pour bowls of thick black liquid into my mouth, muttering spells I couldn't understand.

From the beginning, I was a tool in the hands of my grandmother.

Pictures kept flashing, and finally froze at the scene when my grandmother died. I woke up, and the wedding dress inside the coffin also woke up at this time, and opened my eyes.

The cold air escaped outward again, and this time, there was no convergence. Soon disappeared through the openings.

Inside the coffin, the wedding dress sat up slowly, and a pair of blood-colored eyes scanned all directions.

"Fengxi!"

Seeing those eyes, I subconsciously called out a name.

The wedding dress and I looked at each other for a while, and there was no sadness or joy in the blood-colored eyes. Said slowly: "From now on, we will cut it off!" ”

The moment the words fell, she stood up from the coffin and took one step.

"Miss?"

"Master?"

"Meow!"

Several cries rang out one after another, and the lotus flower voice was full of surprise.

Mingzhen's voice carried a hint of horror. And Xiao Hei's voice has a hint of arrogance.

"Didn't work out? Why didn't it work out? ”

At the same time, there was a voice mixed with anger, it was Grandma.

She appeared out of nowhere, lying in front of the coffin. Staring at the coffin.

It's still a familiar dress before his death, with a black coat, black cloth shoes, and a black turban.

The grandmother lay in front of the coffin, her old face stacked with folds full of anger and unwillingness. There's also a hint of madness.

The wedding dress ignored my grandmother, and even ignored me, as if she didn't know me, and took a forced step, and the target was the lotus not far away.

Meanwhile. My grandfathers moved.

They jumped down from a great height, formed a siege posture, and surrounded the coffin, with the same look in their eyes - vigilance, hatred. Killing Intent.

"Brother, let's go!"

The fat man didn't know when he rushed over, pulled me, and dragged me backwards.

"Don't let anyone go!"

At this moment, the grandmother, who leaned over to inspect the copper coffin, suddenly roared. turned around, and the cloudy old eyes were full of bloodshot at some point, revealing a sense of madness.

"Mom, where is your red sun?"

"Mom, after so many years of calculation, did you make a mistake?"

"Mom, the despair doesn't feel good, doesn't it?"

Voices with a deep hatred sounded, and my grandfather had already approached him.

The fat man tugged at me again, dragging me out.

"I can't be wrong. It must not be enough, it must not be enough to kill! ”

Grandma didn't pay any attention to my grandfathers, but muttered in a low voice, a hint of excitement regaining her face, "Yes." It must be so, killing is not enough! ”

The last word came out, and the grandmother looked up sharply and focused her gaze on the grandfather closest to her.

Grandma is completely crazy, for the sake of the red sun in her mouth. She has been planning all her life, spanning nearly a hundred years.

In the past 100 years, what has supported her is the belief that the red sun is prosperous.

Now the one who should be killed has been killed, and the yin spirit that should be sacrificed has been sacrificed, but nothing has happened.

There is no change in the dragon vein. The bronze coffin is still in its original position, and the grandmother's faith is now in a state of semi-collapse.

"Didn't kill enough!"

This is the thought that sustains her to continue, and it is also her last straw, my grandfathers, it is going to be terrible.

The next moment, my grandmother suddenly appeared in front of one of my grandfathers in a flicker, and pointed at the eyebrows of my grandfather.

It may be careless, or it may not react, or it may be that there is no way to react at all, or that Grandma Tai has already controlled him.

With a finger, when he lifted it again, he pulled out a soul.

"You've planted a curse on us!"

A grandfather exclaimed.

Grandma didn't answer, and in another flicker, another soul was pulled out.

"Brother. Let's go! ”

The fat man doesn't want anything else but to run.

"I can't run away!"

I shook my head, this kind of terrain, where can I run?

With Grandma Aether's plan, we can't run away at all. The only thing that can be done now is to pray.

At the bronze coffin, my grandmother knocked the souls of my grandfathers into the coffin and looked at the coffin with an anxious face.

As I expected, for everything, my grandmother had already arranged, and my grandfathers were just her pawns.

Their rebellion, their joining other forces, all this is in the calculations of the grandmother.

Until now, their souls have been beaten into coffins and completely lost their lives.

After a few souls entered, the coffin did not react.

The madness in my grandmother's eyes was even worse, and she turned around and her bloodshot eyes fell on me.

"It must be you, the problem must be yours!"

Grandma looked at me with an indescribable madness in her eyes.

She will sacrifice me with blood.

I reacted immediately.

After realizing this, I pushed the fat man away and strode forward, and in my mind, the memories kept flashing and mingling, and I could hardly tell whether I was myself or that previous life.

Death, perhaps, is a relief.