The snow was taken all the way to the hall of the Zhao family's compound.

The hall is covered with black and red wallpaper and the word "Xi", and there are many people standing next to the hall, and a coffin is parked in the middle of the hall.

Xue knew that the black skin was lying in this coffin.

"Let me go, let me go!" Xue screamed at the sight of the black-skinned coffin.

Old Lady Zhao came to Xue, pinched Xue's chin unceremoniously, and screamed bitterly: "It's you! It's you who cursed my son! You cursed my son to death! I want you to pay for your life! I want you to pay for your life!"

If she is willing to obediently enter the door of her Zhao family, if she is willing to obey obediently, if she does not curse her son!

But there was no if, her son died!

Her lifeline is dead!

Mrs. Zhao has done farm work all her life, and her strength is not small at all, and the snow is held by Mrs. Zhao like a rag doll, and she can't move at all.

The women around her persuaded Mrs. Zhao one after another, after all, the little girl had to marry beautifully.

Mrs. Zhao must have been angry, and said unceremoniously: "You take the money, just do things, just like him, don't care if it's beautiful or not." ”

Some women couldn't help but be unhappy and wanted to break their mouths for something, but they did take Mrs. Zhao's money, and it was not a glorious thing to force a rootless little girl, so they simply shut their mouths again.

**, not only to marry the dead, but also to bury Mrs. Zhao with her son.

If it weren't for the high price given by Mrs. Zhao, who would want to do such a lack of virtue in this era of famine.

Perhaps this level can no longer be called a lack of morality, a black heart.

Someone outside the house had already started to blow the suona.

Suona has always only blown red and white ceremonies, but this time, it is to blow red and white together.

The sound of suona at night is particularly loud.

Mrs. Zhao sat on the high hall in a big step, and the black-hearted master of ceremonies invited next to her saw that everything was ready, so she shouted in a suppressed voice: "Worship heaven and earth!"

The two women knelt outside the house with the snow pressed against her, and kowtowed to the ground with their heads pressed hard.

This knock went down, and a red mark immediately appeared on Xue's forehead.

"Second worship high hall!"

The two women knelt down towards Mrs. Zhao under the snow again, and pressed her head to kowtow to Mrs. Zhao.

His forehead had been cracked, and bright red blood was pouring out.

There was a heavy crash between the bones and the ground, and the women present couldn't help but feel shivering in their hearts.

Old Lady Zhao was like a black-faced Hades, looking at the snow with a gloomy face.

Xue did not show weakness, and after getting up, she looked at Mrs. Zhao viciously, although there were still tears in her eyes, the blood and hideous face that flowed down her eyebrows to the corners of her mouth were like evil ghosts crawling up from hell.

The master of ceremonies was unmoved, and shouted a third time: "Husband and wife worship each other!"

The woman dragged the snow and led her to her knees towards the coffin.

"Ah Chen!"

Xue screamed bitterly.

The women around them began to talk about it: "The little madman has started calling this name again." ”

"What's the use of shouting, it's not a dead end. ”

With a "bang", Xue's head was slammed down.

"Ah Chen!"

The sound of the snow was sharp and poignant, and the women around it couldn't help but feel creepy at night.

This may have been her last wail.

"Licheng!" The master of ceremonies did not change his face, and shouted in a high voice: "Send it to the cave room!"

Then two more women came up, restraining the two legs of the snow.

The center of gravity of the snow suddenly disappeared, and it turned out that the four of them carried her up, just to put it in the coffin.

This is what it means to be sent into the cave house.

Xue screamed and shouted "Ah Chen" all the way, but the four women only felt that Xue's voice was too high-pitched, and the noise hurt their ears a little.

And so it went smoothly.

After the snow was placed in the coffin, before the snow could climb out of the coffin, someone covered the coffin board.

Several people pressed the coffin board to death, and Mrs. Zhao commanded people to nail the coffin to death with hammers and iron nails.

She's going to die in a coffin!

She's going to die, too!

Underneath her was a cold, stiff corpse.

This was not the first time she had come into contact with corpses, she had come into contact with the corpses of her parents, and she had also touched the corpses of her brother, so she had no choice but to dig a small pit by herself and bury them hastily wrapped in straw mats.

At that time, although it was their cold corpses, the snow felt warm.

It was the last time she had contact with her blood relatives.

But lying on the corpse, he felt like falling into a cold pool, and he shuddered.

She doesn't want to die!

Why, what did she do wrong to be arranged by fate like this?

Snow stopped screaming.

There was a sudden silence in the room, and only the sound of suona outside the house was still echoing.

There was no shouting of snow, and the woman in the house was still a little uncomfortable.

After all, Mrs. Zhao is old and has seen more of the world, she opened her hands and pressed down: "Okay, thank you for your help this time, otherwise I can't deal with this little hoof alone, this time my son also married his daughter-in-law, and he is not alone under Jiuquan." ”

When Yun Zhi came, he saw that the old lady Zhao's courtyard was pasted with black and white Xi characters.

Yun Zhi was still a little confused for a while, what did the black and white Xi character mean? Could it be that the red thing has become a white thing?

"Who are you, and why are you in our village?" said a woman passing by when she saw Yun Zhi and said vigilantly.

"I'm a traveler passing by, so I saw that it was very lively, so I came to see it. Yunzhi replied.

The woman saw that Yunzhi was just a woman, so she relieved her heart and whispered: "You stay away from here, Mrs. Zhao gave some women a benefit, and caught the little madman at the end of the village to hold a **! These people are really damn by God, how can they collect these black money, how ......old is it to pity that little madman."

Yun Zhi didn't listen to it anymore, she heard that it was a little madman living at the end of the village and guessed that it might be snow.

Although she hadn't heard of it, she knew it wasn't a good thing, otherwise she wouldn't have arrested someone.

"Kill them!" a roar came.

Like the last wail of a trapped beast.

No matter how hoarse the voice was, Yun Zhi could still hear that it was snow.

But before Yunzhi could enter the house, a strange aura suddenly appeared.

It doesn't have the breath of a human being, and it doesn't have any life, but it's a mysterious force.

Before Yunzhi could react, a strange scene appeared.

The circular air wave centered on the coffin radiated outward, and the people in the place where the air wave passed fell down.

After falling, Yun Zhi felt the vitality in their bodies gradually dissipate.

After the vitality dissipates, what awaits them is a dead end.

But in the time of breathing, all the people in the house lost their lives.

Cardiac arrest.

What kind of power is this?

But now that Xue was still locked in the coffin, Yun Zhi didn't care about the dead people, cast a spell to remove the nails from the coffin, and then lifted the lid of the coffin.