The woman he loves the most will bury him!

Cao Shicheng's eyes widened, and he looked at Dolotia blankly.

Silver hair like snow, red eyes like blood!

It's still as beautiful as ever.

He couldn't believe that this was happening, Dolotia knew she was still alive, so why did she do it?

He didn't understand......

Until darkness falls.

With a thudding sound, the coffin board was nailed shut, leaving no gaps.

Fluffy dirt that buries the coffin.

Inside the coffin, Cao Shicheng was still motionless, he had not fully resurrected his body and did not obey the call. His spirit also seems to have fallen on the verge of collapse.

He couldn't forget the first time he met Dolotia, when he almost died of a myocardial infarction.

He couldn't forget that when she first appeared in front of Dolotia and confessed to Dolotia, Dolotia panicked, but her face was full of crimson shyness.

He couldn't forget the happiness in Dolotia's eyes when she agreed to propose.

He believed that Dolotia must have loved him dearly, too.

But why did Dolotia bury him knowing he was still alive?

He still remembered that when he saw Dolotia at the end, there was reluctance, sadness, and anger on that beautiful face......

Could it be that he accidentally touched Dolotia's chest, and then snorted explicitly, so that Dolotia misunderstood that she disliked her child, so she buried herself alive in anger?

Wouldn't it, wouldn't it, wouldn't it?

Dolotia isn't such a stingy person.

Laa...... La-la... Lalala...... Lalala......

In the dead darkness of the space, a soft voice suddenly sounded.

It's light, it's gentle.

The humming is to the tune of a requiem.

Even the heavy coffin and the dirt on the upper layer could not stop Dolotia's singing, and there seemed to be a strange magic in the voice, and Cao Shicheng's originally chaotic and desperate heart gradually calmed down under the influence of the requiem.

Suddenly, the Requiem became an incomprehensible, almost distorted, whispering sound.

The voice sounded strange and crazy, like an indescribable incantation, as if it were praying to the most evil gods.

Obviously, there was no other movement, but Cao Shicheng only felt as if something extremely heavy suddenly pressed down on the coffin, and even conveyed to himself through the coffin, obviously the air in the coffin had not been completely consumed, and it was clear that his chest was still some distance away from the coffin board, but Cao Shicheng clearly felt the terrifying feeling of suffocation.

Learn about Suosuo......

As if in the middle, Cao Shicheng seemed to be able to peep into the viscous and cold liquid that was gradually penetrating the soil on the coffin, constantly extending downward, and penetrating into the gap in the coffin board.

He was horrified.

Is that...... The smell of blood!

He didn't know what was going on outside, and it was because of his ignorance that he was even more afraid.

He tried to struggle but was stripped of his strength, until the darkness completely overwhelmed his consciousness, and he finally understood that rebirth was not a symbol of eternity.

……

The sun and the moon go by!

Secluded jungle.

Crimson moonlight scattered from the sky, as if casting a scarlet film over the ground, and the twisted branches cast mottled shadows.

In the middle of the jungle is a huge pit.

The white bones of the forest filled the deep pit, forming a large circle, arranged in a ...... Clock!

Right in the middle of the bone clock is a reverse cross.

The whole picture is weird and gloomy, revealing horror.

A woman in a pure white wedding dress, with a graceful and plump figure, was tied to a cross with a rope thick with her thumb, the woman was still unconscious, her head was hanging down, and she could not see her face clearly, but she could only peep at her long hair as white as snow, tied into a single ponytail and hanging down on her chest, gently swaying in the night wind.

Whoosh...... Whoosh......

There was also a man's heavy gasping voice next to him.

Sounds exhausting.

It was a thin man with deeply sunken eyes full of dark circles, and it looked as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

However, in his eyes, there was a strong sense of greed and madness.

He was carrying a pile of firewood in his arms, which was obviously not a man who worked a lot, and the weight of the firewood was not heavy, but it had already made the man gasp.

He carefully stacked the firewood at the woman's feet, forming a circle.

The woman was woken up, and raised her head in confusion, her long eyelashes flickered slightly, and her eyes opened, revealing a pair of eyes as blue as the ocean.

A white face with sapphire-like eyes.

This is a very attractive woman.

At this moment, the woman still didn't seem to understand what was going on, her body moved subconsciously, and soon the woman found the rope tied to her body.

She was a little confused.

It shouldn't be like this.

Today is the wedding night of her and her lover, they spent all their savings to buy a beautiful wedding dress, although no one attends, it is already a great happiness to be able to hold a simple wedding.

She was supposed to enjoy the happiest night of her life in the marital room, why was that?

The blue eyes subconsciously looked around, and soon the woman saw the man in front of her, the familiar face, it was her husband.

Although I haven't had sex yet.

"Malka...... What are you doing here? The woman struggled and called her husband's name, and her body writhed hard, but the rope was so tightly tied that even if the woman had quite good strength, she could not break free for a while.

All of her spiritual power was gone, and the power of the transcendent could not be used at all.

The woman's awakening also seemed to surprise Malka, who cursed in a low voice.

It is worthy of being extraordinary, and can resist the effects of drugs to a certain extent.

Marka let out a long breath, then raised her head, and with an almost exaggerated smile on her face that should have been quite handsome, she walked up to the girl, rubbing her delicate cheek with her right hand: "Ah, Selubelia, my love......"

The voice is hoarse and distorted.

"This joke is too much, let me go." Celubellia continued to writhe.

Marka shook his face with a twisted smile: "No, it's not a joke, you see what I found?" ”

As she spoke, Marka proudly took out an almost rotten parchment roll from her bosom, with dense fly-headed small characters on it.

"Look, Selubellia, I've found the legendary scroll that summons and controls evil spirits."

"Once the evil spirit is successfully summoned, you can obtain the power that is so powerful that it can do anything, of course, if you want to summon the evil spirit, you must pay a small sacrifice, that is, sacrifice the person you love the most!"

It was precisely because of the sacrifice of his new wife to the evil spirits that Malka did not have sex with Celubelia, after all, the sacrifice needed to be pure.

"Selubellia, think about it, as long as I succeed in controlling the evil spirits, our wish will come true."

"You can bear it, right, it's just a small sacrifice, it doesn't matter."

"Don't worry, I won't mind you being defiled by evil spirits, after all, I love you so much."

"When I succeed in controlling the evil spirits, I will marry you immediately."

"Look, aren't you already in your wedding dress now?"

Seeing her fiancé's nervous appearance, Selubelia only felt cold all over her body, her scalp was numb, her white and tender skin was covered with a layer of fine pimples, and her body trembled involuntarily.

Lose your marbles.

Marca has gone mad.

Celubelia's pupils suddenly contracted, and she saw a flame emerge from her lover's palm.

"Oh, please, Malka, don't ...... like that"

Selubelia pleaded, but to no avail.

The fireball was projected into the firewood below, and the firewood, which had already been sprinkled with oil in advance, instantly burst into flames, and the blazing flames directly wound the girl bound on the cross.

The pure white wedding dress became black and dirty in the flames.

The flames reflected Malka's distorted face, making it all ghostly and terrifying, as if it were covered in crimson blood.

Listening to the sound of his fiancée wailing in the flames, Marka took out a knife and sliced the palm of his hand with a snort, and scarlet blood dripped down the edge of his palm into the blazing flames.

Crackling!

The sound of the firewood exploding was mixed with the strange and lengthy incantations that Malka had sung:

The dark shadow on the blood-colored mountain, the murmur in the depths of the abyss......

All things return to nothingness......

The living beings are silent!

The nightmare has arrived, and the light will eventually fade away.

The black Grim Reaper spreads its wings, and the shadow of evil hangs over the land.

Eternal sleep is near, and here declares its defiance of the order of this world......

Click!

No one could notice the darkness deep underground, beyond anyone's eyes, inside a huge coffin...... I opened my eyes.

In the deep pit, the earth cracked.

Thick, black, and long strips emerge from the depths of the earth.

The strange tentacles were directly wrapped around Selubelia's slender and plump legs, and even through the pure white suspender stockings, Celubelia could still feel the slippery touch.

Under the skirt of the wedding dress, the slippery tentacles wrap around the legs, all the way up.