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On either side of her hung a person, Zhao Weiqi and Yun. The two men were in exactly the same state, both of them were hung from the roof by a rope. And in front of Hao Mengling's eyes, a circle made of white silk hung down from the roof.

At this time, Hao Mengling no longer had the hideous face he had before, his expression was a little dull, and his eyes were empty as if he had no focus. Just stared at the white silk blankly, without any expression on his face.

"That's yours. Go ahead.. Go ahead.. ”

"Put it in. . . Everything will end. ”

Hao Mengling's ears seemed to keep echoing this voice, and this voice had been seducing Hao Mengling to put his head on the white silk. If it is a person under normal circumstances, it must feel that this is. Wouldn't it be over if you put your head in it? Of course, it's all over. But the current state of Hao Mengling is not quite right, his two eyes are looking straight ahead, just like a hypnotized person in a TV show, he has no ability to think for himself.

This state is actually more like an old man's statement, that is, the ghost body.

I don't know if it's a ghost or hypnosis, in short, Hao Mengling's current state is indeed problematic, there is no doubt about it. She began to hesitate to walk forward. Bai Aya was not far from her, and she walked in three or two steps.

"Come on. . . Come on.. ”

"I'm waiting for you."

Hao Mengling closed her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were filled with a happy smile, but a few tears fell from her happy face.

She slowly stepped on the stool and put her head on the white silk without a trace of struggle.

I'm coming.

postscript

It's still a remote mountain village from a long time ago.

The difference is that the flowers died.

Just the day before the wedding, Hana's body was found. It hung in her boudoir, and the white silk hooked around her neck matched the white wedding dress on her body.

No one knows why they are about to get married, why this beautiful little girl suddenly can't think of it. Of course, the two people who know the reason will naturally not say it.

The stepmother of the flower also pretended to cry in the room.

In fact, in this remote mountain village, it is all too common for someone to die.

On the first day, the sudden death of this incident was still the talk of people after dinner. By the third day, the matter had been completely forgotten. Of course, it is impossible for the family to forget.

Hana's father was sad at first, after all, this was his biological daughter. As a result, I don't know what ** soup Hua's stepmother poured into my father, and Hua's father didn't care about this matter at all after two days.

Of course, in this superstitious countryside, even if Dad doesn't want to care about it, there is one thing that cannot be forgotten. That's the first seven.

It is generally believed that the soul of the deceased will return home on the "first seven", and the family should prepare a meal for the soul of the deceased before the soul returns, and serve three sticks of incense. Of course, this is all for people who die normally, if they die unjustly, if there is resentment before death, it is necessary to ask a Taoist priest to eliminate resentment.

Hua's father didn't know how Hua died, so on the first seven days, he still prepared a table of rice according to the practice in the village in the past, and three sticks of incense were put in the incense burner in front of the table.

The stepmother knows how the flower died, but will she tell it? At that time, women were serious crimes, and they had to be immersed in the pig pen, and she was not so stupid as to blow up and let her son be punished.

Nothing happened during the day for the first seven days, and the wind and waves were so calm that it was a little weird. There was not even a little wind in the whole small mountain village, and the air was terriblely dry, even if you just drank water, you quickly felt thirsty.

As a result, at night, the wind suddenly came.

A howling wind blew through every house, and then swirled and rose above the entire mountain village. After a while, the snowflakes began to fall. Snow is a sparse and common thing, but this snow falls in May and June, which is not an ordinary thing.

The old man of the village looked at the sky, but there was a clear understanding in his dim eyes. When things go wrong, there must be demons, they beckoned their families, returned to their homes and closed the doors and windows, and no matter what happens, they will not open a single crack.

Dad looked at the weather outside the window, thinking about today's day, and seemed to understand something. A man stood in front of the window and said to himself: "Daughter, do you have any grievances?" ”

Hearing Dad's words, the wind outside blew even harder, as if in response to Dad's words.

Dad stood in front of the window, motionless, like a sculpture.

And since the sky changed outside, the stepmother and his son hid in the back room and closed the door tightly. Stepmother, she was not originally from this village, and on their side, the first seven said that it was not the same as here. So she didn't care at all a few days ago, but when the wind was gusting outside and the snow was flying in June, she began to be scared, and she was shivering in bed holding her son.

The son was not afraid, and his face was impatient.

The wind outside stopped for a moment, and so did the snow. The clouds dispersed, revealing the moon.

But soon, the wind started again, and this time, all the winds seemed to have a purpose, and they all blew towards the flower's home!

The stepmother hid in bed and did not dare to go out of the door at all. For the first time, she regretted what she had done. However, it was too late.

"What's the use of regretting it now."

The voice sounded from the stepmother's arms, and the stepmother looked down to see that what she was holding was no longer her son! Instead, it's a flower wearing a white wedding dress!

"Ahh The stepmother screamed and jumped out of bed to escape, but her body couldn't move.

Hua's younger brother, the one called Xiao Mazi, is now in mid-air, constantly struggling but unable to break free from the control of that invisible hand. The stepmother couldn't move, she didn't even have her eyes, she could only watch her child die step by step.

It didn't take long for the younger brother to stop struggling, and he died a hideous death. When the younger brother died, there seemed to be a touch of red on the white wedding dress of the flower, and it was impossible to see it if you didn't look carefully.

Hua turned her head and looked at her stepmother, who couldn't move at all, and a sneer overflowed: "The next one is you!" ”

Off topic

On an antique display case, there is a product that has been left for so long that even the shopkeeper has almost forgotten that it has been bought for the first time. It was a hairpin, decorated with a crested head, like gold and yellow, and a small ruby at the phoenix's eye.

"Boss, I want it!"

A young girl bought her. She has a smile on her face all the time, like a ray of sunshine in winter, warming people's hearts.

"I'm about to get married, and I happened to buy such a beautiful hairpin. It's really amazing! ”

Is it really that great? Nobody knows.

It's just that behind this young girl, there seems to be a white wedding dress, which has become even more red.

To be continued.

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