Blood down the head? What is that?

I had a bad feeling in my heart, but the pain kept me from asking.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in that coffin again.

In an instant, the fear spread to my whole body, and I pounded the coffin lid hard: "Let me out, I don't want to stay here, I want to go home, you let me out!" ”

No one answered me, only the sound of nails being hammered.

The sound made my scalp tingle.

Am I going to be locked up in this again?

Is it possible for me to escape this time?

I didn't dare to think about it, so I slammed the coffin again: "You let me out!" ”

Until they nailed the coffin and left, no one paid any attention to me.

With tears on my face, I curled up in the corner of the coffin.

Sadness, grievance, anger, unwillingness, fear, all kinds of negative emotions came to my heart and made me suffer a lot.

I want to go out, I want to go back to my family.

If it weren't for my roommate, how could I be here, it's all her, it's all her!

I went crazy and tried to escape, but no matter what I did, the lid on top of the coffin was not shaken in the slightest.

I felt despair from the bottom of my heart.

With tears in my eyes, I used all the curse words I knew for betraying my roommate, and I scolded the man who abducted me and the sad old woman, who I thought were all psychotics, scumbags, and madmen.

But that didn't ease my nervousness and fear.

At this moment, a faint sigh came: "You are not the first woman to be sent here to accompany me, but you are the first to make such a fuss." ”

I couldn't stop crying, I didn't have time to pay attention to him.

He didn't get an answer from me, and he didn't mind at all, and said to himself, "It's really interesting for you to look for death and life because of this." ”

I cried angrily and said, "You can try this!" ”

He didn't answer me this time, just hugged me and let my head rest in his arms.

His arms were as cold as ever.

In the darkness, his hand ran gently over my hair, picking up my chin, and two cold, thin lips were imprinted on my lips.

He whispered, "Salty, is it because you cried?" ”

I didn't speak, when it was a tacit acquiescence.

He sighed and kissed it again.

His kiss was gentle and dense.

Gave me the illusion of being pampered.

I didn't have a lot of real feelings, because my consciousness had gradually become blurred since I made contact with him.

The pain is not felt anymore.

It's like being in the clouds, and it feels like your whole body is fluttering.

I suddenly reacted: "You...... What do you want? Not...... Don't, you let me go, don't ...... like this"

He chuckled: "You were already my woman yesterday, isn't it natural for me to do this kind of thing with my own woman?" ”

I subconsciously retorted, "No...... I'm not your woman. ”

He gagged me with two thin lips: "You are my woman, and the only woman I am." ”

I almost cried: "There are so many women in this world, there are many people who are better than me, you ask your mother to find you another one, I really want to go home, please let me go." ”

He said in a deep voice: "Impossible, since I chose you, I will not change my decision." ”

With that, he leaned down and did that to me again.

I still can't resist like last time, but it doesn't hurt as much as last time, but I feel a feeling of weakness all over my body, and after doing it, I can't even do the simple action of lifting my fingers.

But I still stubbornly grabbed his neck, and bit his arm when it hurt, and at that time I had completely forgotten that he was a dead man, and I had forgotten that I was afraid, and I just followed the instinctive reaction of my heart.

He didn't say anything about pain the whole time, only my whole body felt as weak and uncomfortable as if I had collapsed.

I don't know when it ended this time, but when I woke up, the scenery around me changed again.

Not in a coffin, in a small room.

The room was very simple and furnished, and it was not at all comparable to the houses in the city.

My stomach didn't hurt anymore, but at the same time, the itching on my body was unbearable, and I couldn't help but pick it with my hands.

At first, I thought it was because there were many mosquitoes in the mountains, but when I looked down, I was stupefied by the image in front of me.

On my arm, there are a lot of red spots of different sizes, and this red spot is not ordinary red spots, and there are swollen flesh particles next to it, which looks very scary.

There is also a faint purple in the middle of these red spots, as if they have been poisoned.

I can't be poisoned.

Thinking about what I had been doing with that dead man for the past two days, I thought it was a great possibility, and fear crept through my heart, and I was so desperate that I wanted to cry again.

Grasping it with my hands didn't seem to relieve the itching at all, but it got worse and worse, I scratched the skin with all my strength, and a foul smell emanated from the wound, followed by dark red pus and blood, I didn't know what to do, and even felt like I might die.

Just as I was hesitating, the door was pushed open from the outside.

It was the eerie old woman, who looked very surprised when she saw me in this house: "Why are you here, shouldn't you be with me in a coffin?" ”

I replied to her while grabbing the itchy red spots on my hands: "I don't know, I really don't know, I'm here as soon as I wake up, I'm so itchy, help me ......"

The old woman rushed up in a few steps, grabbed my wrist, and after a glance she came to the conclusion: "You have contracted a corpse disease." ”

I was about to cry: "Is it corpse poison, what should I do, can this poison be cured, am I going to die?" ”

The old woman glanced at me disdainfully: "It's a corpse disease, not a corpse poison." You are infected with a corpse, did it mean that my son sent you here? ”

I was stunned.

Isn't her son the dead man in the coffin? The dead sent me here? Is this possible?

But I've experienced so many incredible things, and what I was able to veto without hesitation before, I'm now beginning to doubt unconsciously.

She laughed wildly, and the laughter was like a devil from hell, and it made me feel creepy: "It seems that my son has already decided on you, girl doll, you are destined to be a member of our family." ”

I, not only do I want to be a dead man's wife, but also form a family with this terrible old woman?

I don't want to.