Chiaki Snow

When I was young, the nuns who brought me up liked to tell me stories about magic and ghosts.

I heard in stories that all kinds of ghosts cannot enter the underworld because their cause of death harms heaven and harmony, and they can only suffer in this world until the next person dies in the same way as their own, and then they can be reincarnated.

At that time, I huddled under the quilt and listened to the nurse talking about the drowned bride in red, about the hanged ghost with his tongue sticking out, and about the scholar who was fascinated by a glance at the wall and whose yang energy was sucked up by the beautiful snake.

For various reasons, the most unforgivable is the person who committed suicide.

The body is skinned, and the parents who are affected by it dare not to be hurt, the beginning of filial piety.

I didn't take it seriously at first, but now I understand.

When I received the wedding post from Changning, I felt that there was no one in the world more painful than this, and I was so devastated that I took poison and committed suicide.

I was originally a person who was most afraid of pain, but I chose the most painful way to die.

At that time, the name of the picture was nice, so I chose this "Fu Rong Noodle".

When the attack started, it was like a fire-burning ant biting the bones of the body, and finally the seven orifices bleed to death.

At that time, I still thought to myself, it really is a bone-scraping steel knife, and the ancients were sincere and did not deceive me.

When I woke up, I happened to be in time for Changning's wedding. The so-called "come here for whatever you're afraid of."

Until today, at my own funeral, I didn't know that the real punishment was left behind.

Even though I, Huan Xu, still have a bit of self-knowledge, I don't know that you hate me so much that you don't want to send me off for the last time.

Whatever, whatever.

Looking down, Chen Yuan had no expression on his face, but his eyes were red from crying, while Su Wan lay there directly, turning into a little teary man.

It's okay, it's okay, I'm not such a failure as a human being.