Aunt Feng looked at the red wedding dress she wore when she got married, and couldn't help but feel sad. The handsome man was so fond of him at the time, but now that he believed other people's rumors, he would kill his son and torture him to death.
Unexpectedly, the coach distrusts himself so much, and he is just a toy of him.
Forget it... Everything is over. Even the people in the Marshal's Mansion will not survive tomorrow. They will all be buried with themselves and their sons.
Thinking of this, two lines of blood and tears fell from Aunt Feng's eyes again.
She took a deep breath, and her whole body was in pain. She trembled and picked up the dagger in the package, placed it between her eyebrows. She suddenly slashed, and a long bloody hole was drawn, and the blood immediately slid out.
The blood in the eyebrows is the essence of the blood in a human body, which condenses one's own spiritual consciousness and resentment.
When Taoist people have no choice, they often use the essence and blood between their eyebrows to supplement spells to instantly improve their cultivation.
But after seeing Aunt Feng cut her eyebrows, she dipped her fingers with her eyebrows and began to draw strange talismans on her blood-red wedding dress.
Ge Yu's spiritual sense watched everything from the side. When Aunt Feng used his lack of effort to draw talismans on the blood-red wedding dress, Ge Yu's heart trembled. Why did Aunt Feng know magic? If she knew magic, why didn't she resist those concubines, why didn't she stop them from hurting her?
There may be only one explanation for this. Aunt Feng may only know a little bit of a trick, or just understand this single trick.
This technique of condensing resentment on the wedding dress should be similar to a blood curse, and it is a curse of blood, where all resentment condenses.
What exactly is she going to do?
Through the power of the Earth Demon, Ge Yu could only look back at the past. He could see everything in the past, but after all, he was an outsider and could not do anything. He could only watch Aunt Feng's actions.
I had a hard time painting the blood-red wedding dress for half an hour. The entire blood-red wedding dress was covered with all kinds of strange runes, and the blood on Aunt Feng's eyebrows was almost dry.
Then, Aunt Feng began to struggle to wear the blood-red wedding dress on her body, just like when she got married, but she had long lost her former charming face, her face was covered with scars, and was scratched by those vicious wives.
After putting on the blood-red wedding dress, Aunt Feng saw that she cut the previous ragged cheongsam with a knife, connected it into a slender rope, put it on the beam of the woodshed, and then tied a button.
She looked around and finally found a wooden stool in the corner of the house. She moved the wooden stool over and placed it under the rope.
The next moment, Aunt Feng stood on the stool, took out the weight that Liu Xing found for herself from the black cloth package, and tied it to her waist.
The weight hung from her waist and fell to the stool.
Aunt Feng put her head into the upper hanging rope, and a trace of tragic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She cried, and two lines of blood and tears rolled down.
In just one day, she felt all the ups and downs, joys and sorrows in the world.
It also made her realize the greed and ugliness of human nature.
Everything is about to end, it's over...
He raised the dagger in his hand, and Aunt Feng thorned her lower abdomen, and a sharp pain spread throughout her body, causing her face to twist in pain.
Although she was in pain, she murmured: "The weight of the weight will fall into the soul, and will never be reborn. The blood-red wedding dress will bear my poisonous resentment... I wish to turn into a ghost, six holes and three swords, and the blood will flow away, and it will fall into the cycle of reincarnation forever..."
While Aunt Feng was reciting these, she pulled out the dagger inserted into her lower abdomen again and stabbed her in the chest.
Every time this knife is used, you have to endure unimaginable pain. However, only in the endless pain can your hatred be intensified and become a hopeless and top-notch ghost.
Only when it turns into a top-quality ghost can one avenge oneself and his son.
Only then can you resolve your overwhelming hatred.
When the second knife was inserted into the chest, Aunt Feng was already vomiting blood in her mouth.
There is still the last slash left, this slash is the most fatal, that is, it is to insert into your own heart, and the heart is also where the resentment is gathered, and you must bear huge pain.
She pulled out the knife with difficulty and aimed it at her heart. At this time, Aunt Feng had no strength anymore. She gritted her teeth, used all the strength on her body, and stabbed her into her chest with a knife.
Red blood splattered out, and Aunt Feng let out the last tragic howl in her life.
"I hate...I hate everyone in this world..."
As the last knife penetrated into the heart, Aunt Feng exhausted all his anger, and the stool under his feet kicked over in pain. Aunt Feng hung on the beam in a blood-red wedding dress.
A cold wind blew over, Aunt Feng's body swayed in the wind, and blood kept slid down his body.
The blood-red wedding dress was stained with blood and turned purple and red, and then dried, and it was almost black.
For no reason, a cold wind blew towards the woodshed. Aunt Feng's body kept shaking left and right with the wind, and the bloody smell filled the entire woodshed.
"Tick tick", bright red blood fell on the ground, and the music of death was played.
Aunt Feng's face, which was twisted due to pain, was restored bit by bit, and finally a sneer that looked down on the world appeared on the corner of her mouth.
This smile is strange, and there is endless horror behind it.
...
The next day, the Grandmaster's Sixth Housewife's wife had breakfast and remembered Aunt Feng who was imprisoned in the woodshed. Torturing Aunt Feng became their new way of fun recently. She acted in front of them and took over the endless favors of the Grandmaster. Every little bit, today, will be returned by Xiaofeng.
But when the concubine of the sixth house walked to the door of the woodshed, she suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood.
After the door of the woodshed was opened, they saw an extremely terrifying scene. The handsome seventh concubine was actually hung on the beam of the woodshed, wearing a blood-red wedding dress, and a large pool of black and red blood under his body. What's even more strange is that there was a dagger inserted into Aunt Feng's chest. Horror... It instantly enveloped the hearts of the concubines in the room, and everyone felt a full sense of coldness wrapped around their bodies.
The timid concubine actually let out a hysterical howl and sat on the ground.
A gust of wind blew over, and Aunt Feng's body swayed in the wind on the beam of the room. Many people saw the strange smile on the corner of Aunt Feng's mouth.
Chapter completed!