After the rebirth of the metaphysics boss, he won in a wealthy family

Su Taoran painfully inserted the needlework scissors into her neck.

The collapsed Buddha statue was as powerless as her.

The benevolent Buddha statue was covered in blood from her damaged artery.

Su Taoran collapsed together with the Buddha statue in the temple. When she lost blood rapidly, her body convulsed, her mouth and nose were opened, and she breathed rapidly, as if possessed by an evil spirit.

People in the village watched.

The men drooped their eyebrows and lowered their heads to hide their guilt.

The women kept yelling, cursing, "If a vixen dies, he has to leave a few words, which makes people feel bad."

The village, or that village.

Strange things started to happen from Liu's house at the head of the village.

On the first day Su Taoran died, a man from the Liu family died.

There are only two people in the Liu family, the man and his wife.

The husband died, and the lonely wife was raped by the men in the village on the day of her husband's funeral.

Su Taoran died, and when he died, he said such oppressive words.

The people in the village were extremely depressed.

But Su Taoran was indeed dead.

They can kill Su Taoran, just as they can kill Liu's daughter-in-law.

Liu's daughter-in-law still remembered that when Su Taoran died, she was the one who scolded Su Taoran the most vixen.

There is no other reason, just because Liu's daughter-in-law can only count on her man.

Her man, went to climb Su Taoran's wall, slept with Su Taoran, knew that the woman was good on the bed, and always went to do some field work for her, even when he went to the city to buy rice cakes, he had to give it to her. Su Taoran and the little bastard born to Su Taoran were divided into two.

If there is no Su Taoran, the work in the field will not be delayed.

Even the rice cakes are hers.

She felt that she should hate Su Taoran.

But she forgot that the person who went over the wall to Su Taoran's house and raped and bullied Su Taoran was his husband.

At that time, Su Taoran also resisted, as if she was held down by several men and violated in the mourning hall with the ever-burning lamp.

The next day, Liu's daughter-in-law heard that the grass in her field had been removed by several men, and the water tank in the house was also full.

But Liu's daughter-in-law seemed to be awake.

What happened to Su Taoran back then is still in front of her eyes.

Not long after, the farm house of Su Taoran's family was divided up by several men.

In the end, it seemed that Su Taoran could only live on one or two pieces of rice cakes given by the men.

The women watched Su Taoran resentfully eating the rice cakes brought by the man, they all hated Su Taoran.

Isn't it because Su Taoran is a vixen that the men in their family go out to steal?

To Su Taoran, those one or two pieces of rice cakes are like rice grains to amuse birds.

Men use a little bit of rice to feel that they should occupy Su Tao and dye their flesh.

The Liu family's daughter-in-law was lying on the mourning hall in a dilapidated state. The man laughed and discussed about burying her tomorrow.

What Su Taoran said when he died in the Buddhist hall made these people who had bullied Su Taoran feel like a heavy stone on the hearts of these men.

Now in the mourning hall of Liu's family, they are smoking the local cigarettes rolled at home, full of satisfaction.

Liu's daughter-in-law moved her fingers, she was still alive, even though she was treated so roughly, even though her lower body was covered with scars, she was still alive.

She thought of how difficult it was for Su Taoran, who was enduring pain in his walking posture, in order to cook something for little Ling Hua.

In the flickering light of the ever-burning lamp, Liu's daughter-in-law slowly got up.

In the dim light, because of her pain, her deformed body seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit.

"Hahaha……"

Liu's daughter-in-law laughed.

All the men were taken aback for a moment, and after resorting to violence, their relaxed mood suddenly became tense again.

Liu's daughter-in-law got up and lay on her husband's coffin.

The custom here is that the coffin will not be crucified until before the burial.

In front of these men, she opened the coffin.

"He was stabbed to death with scissors! Stabbed to death!"

The man from the Liu family was lying in the coffin, his blood-stained face was pale, and the hole in his neck was turned out. Even if he died, he would be in a state of death.

"Hahaha……"

Liu's daughter-in-law laughed. If she had a mirror in front of her, she would know that she seemed to be Su Taoran right now.

Or maybe Su Taoran really possessed him.

"Who's next?" Liu's daughter-in-law's gaze wandered over the faces of these men.

"You!" She pointed to a person whose face was pale, and the small stump on which he was sitting turned over.

"You!" Liu's daughter-in-law raised her finger and pointed at another person.

The man was just as scared.

The daughter-in-law of the Liu family raised her finger like a death call: "You! You! You!"

"None of you can escape. People who do bad things will always be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door."

"Hahaha, back then, you knocked on Su Taoran's door. Now that she's dead, it's her turn to knock on you."

The men were terrified.

The ever-burning lamp swayed, and the place it saw had a warm light.

The invisible corners and corners seem to hide dark holes one by one.

They didn't know what was hidden in those black holes, whether it was the endless desire, the pleasure of taking advantage, or Su Taoran's dead soul.

However, Liu's daughter-in-law died that night.

Later, people in the village had accidents one by one.

Someone was doing work with scissors, suddenly went crazy, and stabbed anyone he saw.

Someone stayed up late at night, ran to the Buddhist hall to confess, found a well after leaving, jumped into it and drowned.

Some people don't say anything, just babble all day long, and die after chanting.

After five days of commotion, there were still five people left in the village.

There are four people left.

There are three people left.

……

Until there is no one alive.

I don't know who's chickens in the chicken coop are not being fed, and they are so hungry that they crow.

I don't know whose land, I forgot to weed, and the vegetation flourished for a long time in spring, and the bean seedlings were flooded by weeds in three to five days.

What they fought for during their lifetimes are now lost to the world.

Three or four years old, Ling Hua remained motionless. He always hid behind the Buddha statues in the temple, and made a living by eating peaches that fell from a huge peach tree behind the Buddhist temple.

He would go to see from time to time to see if his mother was awake or not.

Would the mother, like the father, never wake up again?

But the father was buried in the soil, shouldn't the mother be buried too?

He was reluctant.

I don't want my mother to be buried, I don't want to see my mother again like I never saw my father again.

……

The Buddhist hall is solemn, and the peach trees are full of vitality.

The sound of the suona is noisy.

Ling Hua's face was full of joy, he accepted the congratulations from those villagers, and arched his hands to salute them one by one.

The mule walked steadily, and led Ling Hua to stop in front of the Buddhist hall.

The bearer carrying the sedan chair also stopped.

The women and children laughed and laughed, poking their heads, wanting to see how the bride looks.

A happy event should be so lively.

Ling Hua got off the mule and took the bride's hand.

Step into the Buddhist hall.

Izumo looked at his disciple's back, and remembered Ling Hua's small and thin appearance when he led Ling Hua out of the Buddhist hall that year.

That Ling Hua overlapped with the current Ling Hua.

But that woman, no matter what, he can't overlap with Tucun's evil ghost.

Izumo sighed and sighed, his heart was complicated.