dead child, ghost carrying coffin

After just a moment of Kung Fu, the food and wine were wiped out, and the plates were even licked clean by the "middle-aged woman".

Only then did she stand up contentedly, and walked unsteadily towards the room where Huwa usually sleeps.

"Okay, you two will wait outside tonight."

"The incense is gone, the burning incense is gone, the wax is gone, and the wax is gone. In short, nothing can be extinguished."

"The most important thing is to serve me wine at the old fairy's house at any time, as long as the wine is enough for our mana, we will have no boss, hehehehe!"

......

Fortunately, nothing unusual happened in the first half of the night, only the uninterrupted snoring of a middle-aged woman came from the house.

The sound was so loud that those who didn't know it thought it was someone rough.

But just as the old-fashioned wall clock at home rang twelve times, the surroundings suddenly became gloomy and cold.

Even the faint sound of suona could be heard coming from afar.

Huwaniang, who was kneeling in the yard with her man, suddenly trembled all over, and spoke in a low voice as hard as she could.

"Baby's father, yes, is that ghost bride here?"

"This, isn't it three days yet? Why is she here?"

Although Huwa's father is also afraid, he is more courageous than women after all.

Wen Yan continued to kneel and burn the paper while reprimanding softly: "Stinky old ladies, don't talk, have you forgotten the order of the Xian family?"

"We will be responsible for burning paper and incense, and leave the rest alone!"

Hu Wa Niang shut up quickly when she heard the words, buried her head lower, and kept throwing paper money into the brazier in front of her tremblingly.

At the same time, the suona sound outside was getting closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of Huwa's house.

There was no need for the people inside to greet him, but the courtyard door creaked open.

Then Huwa's parents, who knelt down and did not dare to look up, saw pale paper money constantly falling to their feet.

Among the falling paper money, there are still a few feet slowly drifting past - slowly drifting past without touching the ground.

Eventually it stopped in front of the house.

Such a strange scene, as ordinary people, how dare the parents of Huwa get up and watch.

Just hang your head lower, and even want to bury it in the soil.

While continuing to burn the paper tremblingly, they tried their best to lean together.

Fortunately, these passing "feet" ignored Huwa's parents and went straight into the house.

In an instant, the original snoring turned into a scream.

It's not the screams of humans, but the wails that resemble animals.

Just when Huwa's parents were overwhelmed with fright, the three sticks of incense in front of them were suddenly broken, and two candles were broken at the same time.

The screams in the room also stopped abruptly, and then there was only a dull sound.

A pair of skeletons with bloodshot and broken flesh were thrown in front of Huwa's parents.

The skeleton of a donkey, but without the head...

Followed by another muffled sound, the middle-aged woman was also thrown out of the house.

She didn't change much on the surface, except that her complexion was pale and her spirit was as thin as a hair.

At the same time, an ethereal voice echoed in the ears of Huwa's parents.

"This person has no enmity with my young lady, so I won't punish him...Anyway, even if she doesn't die, she will definitely go crazy."

"That old donkey... tastes pretty good, cluck cluck!"

Huwa's parents, who were already overly frightened, finally couldn't hold on after hearing this weird voice, and both passed out.

Huwa's father vaguely saw a headless bride sitting by the window before he completely fell into a coma.

Standing respectfully behind the bride were eight paper figurine maids, they were staring at her and smiling strangely.

His face was covered with blood and flesh, and there was even blood oozing down from the corner of his mouth.

This blood, of course, is left after eating the "old donkey"...

It wasn't until dawn the next day that the villagers who got up early saw the scene inside through the open courtyard door.

So he hurriedly shouted to the neighbors, and carried the tiger baby's parents and the unconscious tiger baby into the house.

The scene after entering the house made the villagers vomit: the ground and the walls were covered with blood and broken flesh.

It looked like a crazy butcher, chopping minced meat here all night.

Splashes everywhere, not even a place to stay...