The red spots on my hands became more and more itchy, and I couldn't help but want to scratch them with my hands, but the more I scratched, the more itchy I felt, and I fell into this vicious circle of death, and I was about to collapse.

When the old woman saw my movements, she gloated: "Yin and yang are combined, no wonder you will get a corpse." ”

I didn't understand: "What does the combination of yin and yang mean?" ”

The old woman was not impatient this time, and patiently explained: "The people in the yang world are for the yang, and the people in the underworld are for the yin, and the combination of yin and yang is the combination of the people of yin and yang, which is contrary to common sense. ”

The combination of yin and yang?

Thinking about what I've been doing with him in the past two days, I can't help but have a fever on my face.

It turns out that the combination of yin and yang is to do that kind of thing.

The old woman then said, "If you have this disease, if you leave it alone, you will die in a few days." ”

Will it die?

Will I die?

Hearing this, my eyes widened: "No, I can't die, isn't there any solution to this corpse disease?" I'm still young, I don't want to die yet! ”

The old woman ignored my words, but walked past me to the front, where there was a portrait of the debris and fruit for the offering.

The fruit is very fresh, and it can be seen that it was only recently put on the table.

The portrait is the man's face, and the black-and-white photo makes his originally delicate and good-looking face look a little weird, especially the eyes, which are white and vast, and there is no pupil in sight.

I couldn't help but scream.

The old woman was dissatisfied: "What is it called! ”

I was silenced in fear.

The old woman took out three pillars of incense, lit it on the incense that was burning, and inserted it into the incense burner.

After doing all this, she turned back to look at me: "The book says that if the dead are combined with the virgin, there is a certain possibility of returning to the yang." I had the little bunny bring me a lot of young girls, and they were all sent to my son's coffin like you, but none of them were my son's sight, and in the end I didn't touch them when they rotted in the coffin. You're really lucky to be taken by my son this time, otherwise, you will be trapped alive in a coffin like them. ”

I was terrified to hear that before me, there were still girls who had been abducted here and thrown into the coffin of the dead man and suffocated to death.

This old woman is simply inhumane.

It is already mad to take the lives of so many young girls just because of an evil magic that does not know whether it is true or not, just to resurrect her dead son.

But thinking of what she said before, that if I left my corpse disease alone, I would die in a few days, I still begged her: "Since your son has taken a fancy to me, then I am still useful, you can't just let me die." ”

The old woman raised her eyebrows: "Little girl, are you threatening me?" ”

I swallowed, "I just want to live." ”

The old woman laughed again: "You want me to save you? ”

I nodded busily.

She looked extremely reluctant: "After saving you, are you going to run away again?" ”

I hurriedly shook my head: "No, I won't run away, I've been hit by your blood and my head has fallen, where can I escape, please save me." ”

Now in order to survive, I can only do nothing.

The old woman seemed to be a little moved by my words, and after weighing it, she said to me: "Don't scratch the red spots on your hands anymore, because when the time comes, you will not be worthy of my son." ”

I saw that she was a little relieved, and hurriedly said: "But I feel so itchy, I can't stand it if I don't scratch it, is there any way to make me feel better?" ”

I know how ugly I am now, with red spots all over my body and pus and blood from the scratched skin.

But I really can't stand it, it's too painful.

The old woman sighed, and looked at me with a cold sneer: "No matter how itchy you are, there is no way to do it, this disease can only be cured after you and my son have passed the Yin Hall?" ”

I was stunned and asked tentatively, "What does the Yin Hall mean?" Say...... I'm going to die with a ...... Does your son worship the church? ”

The old woman nodded and admitted: "Yes, you give him these three sticks of incense first, and I'll tell you the details." ”

I took the incense from her hand, fell to my knees with a thud, and reverently kowtowed to him three times.

It hurts to hear it myself.

But my hope for life was so strong that I didn't feel the pain on my forehead.

After standing up, I looked at the old woman's slightly satisfied expression and cautiously asked, "Is this okay?" ”

The old woman sneered: "That's not all, tonight, you go up the mountain, take him down from the coffin, and come here to complete the secret marriage with him, and your illness may be cured." ”

I was so surprised that I almost jumped up: "You're going to let me carry the corpse down the mountain at night?" ”

The old woman disagreed: "You can carry him on your back, you are lucky, otherwise you will rot to death in his coffin." ”

Seeing that I was still reluctant, she continued: "Whatever you want, anyway, there is only one way for you to get better, I have already told you what to do, if you really don't want to, then there is no way, don't blame me for dying when the time comes." ”

With that, she turned around and wanted to leave.

I hurriedly grabbed her: "Yes, how could I be unwilling, it's your son, he's also a man, I'm afraid that I'm a woman who doesn't have the strength to carry him off, and it's not good if I bump him into it......"

The old woman looked at me with cold eyes, not moved by my words at all: "Anyway, I have already told you the method, what you want to do is your business, and it is also your business if you can't carry it, you can do it yourself." ”

I had no choice but to agree.

She was a little more satisfied, and carefully explained to me the taboos of carrying corpses.

I listened attentively, not daring to wander in the slightest, for fear that I would never come back if I touched some taboo.

The time soon came.

I mustered up the courage to go up the mountain, but it was not long before I was in front of the coffin.

The lid of the coffin was open, and the moonlight poured down on the man's face, allowing me to see his face clearly.

That face was cold and dusty, not at all like a dead man who could cheat corpses.

His expression is very serene, his lips are slightly pursed, his eyelashes are very long, and his porcelain white skin is like a work of art made with heart, full of enviable beauty.

But when I think of him as a dead man who did that kind of thing to me, I don't appreciate it.