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The sultry heat followed like a shadow, and Yu Ran instantly realized that this was Feng Yue's memory.

He quickly withdrew from the chaotic thoughts, followed Feng Yue's movements, and looked around.

The room is not as empty as he saw when he went to the carpenter's house last time. The windows here are bright, which is very different from the gloomy and damp dovecote in reality.

The long table is full of beautiful and fun objects from the girl's house. A comb is inserted in the bright blue biscuit box, which is stuffed full of colorful hair ropes, glass beads and candy wrappers.

There is also a mat on the bed, and a cattail fan is placed beside the pillow, and there is a sense of vitality—this is a feeling that Yu Ran has never had since entering the script.

Yu Ran's fingertips suddenly felt pain, and when Feng Yue said "Oops", the sharp needle accidentally poked into her index finger, and a drop of blood gushed out instantly, dripping on the doll's face, and a red doll happened to faint. lips.

Feng Yue twirled her fingertips, but the needle didn't go deep. She looked at the doll in her hand and murmured, "That's fine."

"Sister..."

The room on the second floor was suddenly pushed open by a gap, Yu Ran followed his body and turned around, there was a baby girl standing behind the door, her soft hair was tied into two soaring buns, and her dark and vivid eyes were rolling around After two laps, he dragged his voice coquettishly, "What are you doing—what?"

So cute and clever, no one would have imagined that she would turn into the crazy person who would bite anyone she saw later.

A sadness welled up in Yu Ran's heart, and soon he found that this suspicious emotion had nothing to do with him, but came from this body.

He heard Feng Yue sigh quietly, and smiled dryly at his sister, "Twenty-Three, come here, I made you a doll."

The little girl couldn't understand Elder Sister's expression, she just thought that she had got a new toy, her little face soon became happy, her cheeks were flushed, she looked at Feng Yue who was many years older than herself with embarrassment and admiration .

She giggled, "Sister is great! I like sister the most!"

Feng Yue also rolled her eyes, "Well, I also like Twenty-Three the most..."

The film-like picture gradually faded out, and after a brief black screen, white light flickered, like a revolving lantern.

When he came back to his senses, he opened his eyes and saw another scene.

With her hands tied, Feng Yue knelt in front of the statue in the ancestral hall.

Yu Ran followed Feng Yue's gaze and looked up.

The shadow medium appeared in the screen, still hunched over, and with thin hands took out a wooden tablet from the altar, with Feng Yue's name written on it.

Her sharp black nails easily cut through the gap on the wooden master's side, and turned to stare at the little girl in front of her.

Feng Yue clasped her hands together and tightly clenched into fists, her nails sinking into her palms.

The evil medium mercilessly broke off one of Feng Yue's fingers, and mocked: "This is your own choice, little girl."

Outside the ancestral hall were all villagers watching the opera, whispering in the dark, watching the progress of the matter.

The photo in the wood master fell out, and Feng Yue's eyes fell on it. The delicate girl in the picture smiled on her lips, looking expectantly in the direction of the camera.

Yu Ran could clearly feel that she was shaking, her petite body was overwhelmed by fear and despair.

She clenched her fist even tighter, even if her palm was scratched by the sharp edges and corners of the thing in her hand, she did not dare to let go.

"Hurry up! You're so annoying! After all, it's not your own family's fault!" The good-for-nothing cursed, instantly gaining the support of the people around him.

"If you want to change it, change it quickly, what a bad luck! If it weren't for the sake of the village chief and your father, your sister should have been strangled to death!"

"Yes, yes, this is a life-changing choice of your own choice, we didn't force you!"

"If you don't die, the one who will die will be the little girl Twenty-San! There must be a price to pay for having such an extra person! In my opinion, she shouldn't be allowed to live for those few years!"

When twenty-three was mentioned, Feng Yue's face turned pale, she closed her eyes, and spread her hands under the threatening gaze of the evil agent.

"That's right." Yin Mei laughed and took away the photo of Ershisan in her hand.

She took a sip of the bloody chicken blood on the altar, gurgled a few spells, and sprayed it on the photo.

Blood red everywhere.

Feng Yue lost her soul, and knelt on the spot blankly, the blood splashed on her face went down the corner of her eyes and entered her eyes, her eyeballs were dizzy scarlet, as if shed a line of blood tears.

The shadow medium sealed Ersan's photo into the wooden master, and gave the little girl who was kneeling on the ground a faint look.

"Let's take it away, the gate of hell cannot pass through a stubborn ghost, let her choose a way to escape..."

"Here are two men who belong to fire." The evil medium looked at the villagers outside the hall gloomyly, "This girl has a lot of resentment, and others can't suppress it."

After she finished speaking, two men immediately walked out of the crowd. They were tall and burly, not to mention little girls, even grown men could not escape in their hands.

One of them saw Feng Yue crying like pear blossoms and rain, and his male gaze looked back and forth at her, "I belong to fire, and my yang energy is very strong."

"Okay, okay..." The cloudy eyes rolled around, "Listen to me, this matter is extremely important, the old woman, I will go to the underworld to watch the shadows for decades, and the yin energy will permeate my whole body. You can't get close, you have to do everything."

She slowly put the wooden master who had changed twenty-three photos back on the table, and then continued: "At four o'clock, the gate of ghosts is wide open, and before that is the hour when the gate of ghosts will not open. At this time, the body dies. You will become a lonely ghost, and you will not be able to pass the inquiry of the King of Hades before the first seven days..."

"Only the dead souls between the third and fourth quarters of the Zishi can hide from the gatekeeper." The evil medium stretched out two fingers, "It can't be one breath more, and it can't be one breath less, otherwise once she is caught by the bull's head and horse face, click Entering the book of life and death, the fortune of our village for decades will be completely destroyed..."

When Feng Yue heard this, her heart ached unbearably, and she fainted from fright.

Yu Ran fell into darkness again.

When he opened his eyes, he didn't know how much time had passed.

The night is dark, like thick ink that cannot be wiped away, without the sun, but the hot air is hotter than the tongue of fire.

Feng Yue stared blankly at the censer on the altar table in the ancestral hall, her knees were worn out due to kneeling for a long time, and Yu Ran could clearly feel the severe pain in her legs, as if a hundred nails had been driven into them.

On the other side of the ancestral hall stood two big men, one of whom had several blood-red marks on his side face.

He spat on the ground and cursed: "It's so damn unlucky, this little bitch can still scratch people with her claws!"

"It's so fucking cool for you, just pull up your pants and start cursing!" Another person smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "If it wasn't for the lack of time, I would come too... Hehe, the carpenter couple is really cool, and the village has repeatedly banned it." As for the matter, they even got a little guy out. If the village chief didn’t think they were old seniors, and asked a medium to ask for the seeds of the ghost locust tree, that little guy would have lived for five years?”

"Fuck, if it wasn't for the group of unscrupulous people who tricked us in, why would I have held back for so long?" The man cursed, "I can't die, and it's so fucking unpleasant to be alive..."

"Hey, wait, the time is coming." The big man who spoke behind suddenly became vigilant, "Let's get things done while the time is early, so as not to have long nights and dreams."

"Okay...the little girl seems to be awake, see if she is."

"Sigh, it's better to sleep until you die." The man spat and walked towards Feng Yue fiercely.

Feng Yue's clothes were disheveled, her neck and hands were tied high with a rope, like a goose waiting to be slaughtered, and the other end of the rope went around the beam and hung to the ground.

"No..." Feng Yue's voice was hoarse as if she had swallowed a handful of sand, and she coughed up a little blood every time she said a word.

She was shaking like chaff, and her whole body was in pain.

Those two big guys didn't listen to her at all, seeing the little girl's delicate face, their perverted desire for sadism soared.

One of them grabbed the rope and yanked it down hard.

Feng Yue was dragged into the air like a kite.

She became hoarse for a moment, her eyes and tongue stretched out, hanging out in pain and terror, with a horrified and distorted expression on her face.

With the force of the big man, the rope swayed, and the little girl's fragile spine couldn't stand the pull at all, and soon there was a snapping sound.

She wants to die.

But the boundless pain reminded her that she was not dead yet.

Colorful circles of light flashed in front of her eyes, oxygen was slowly squeezed out of her lungs, it was a slow execution process.

I don't know how long it took.

It might be three minutes, or it might be three hours.

The continuous pain made Feng Yue wonder if she had already been sent to hell, into the oil pan set up by a bull's head and a horse's face.

When she fell heavily to the ground, she could no longer lift her head, because the spine supporting her head had been completely broken, leaving only some flesh and tendons.

She didn't seem to be dead, the moment the rope was loosened, a large gust of air was poured into her lungs, and there was a whistle in her throat, followed by ho-ho gasps.

"Fuck, she's not dead!"

"how can that be?!"

The two big men stared in horror at Feng Yue, who was lying on the ground twisted like a snake, and his back was covered in cold sweat instantly.

This kind of hanging method, people can't live at all!

"No, don't, don't think about it, you don't have enough time!" One of them suddenly woke up, "What should I do?!"

"It's just a bitch, trying to play tricks in front of me!" At the very beginning, the big man yelled, "Go and move the firewood in the yard to a pile, and I will drag this bitch out, I don't believe that even the fire can't burn her to death !"

Yu Ran didn't expect that in Feng Yue's memory, he and her had a complete sympathy.

The moment Feng Yue was hung up just now, Yu Ran also seemed to be strangled by someone suddenly, completely out of breath.

The extreme pain made him stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he had already followed Feng Yue's body to the wooden frame.

At his feet were piles of dry firewood.

The big man on the opposite side held a kerosene lamp in his hand, and looked at it bitterly.

With a loud roar, he smashed the kerosene lamp in his hand onto the wood, as if this was the only way to get rid of the bad luck on his body.

When the open flame meets dry wood, it ignites instantly.

The hot tongue of fire licked Feng Yue's body.

Feng Yue stared straight ahead, walked through the open door of the ancestral hall, stared at the statue, stared at the altar, stared at the copper stove with incense...

It seemed that she wanted to engrave all the humiliation that brought her deeply in her heart, chewing on it repeatedly, in vain generating a kind of resentment that could not be extinguished no matter what.

"It can't be burned to death!" The men terrified, "She is not human at all, she is a monster!!"

"No... I don't believe it anymore..." The person who insulted Feng Yue simply smashed the pot and picked Feng Yue out of the fire with a stick.

He opened the coffin parked in the courtyard and threw Feng Yue into it.

In Yu Ran's last sight, burning red wood was continuously thrown into the coffin.

A small space is like a purgatory.

When the coffin lid was tightly closed again, the oxygen was exhausted and the wood suddenly went out, and the surroundings fell into silent darkness again.

He gasped heavily, and the boundless pain faded from his body.

A ray of light came into view.

Seeing Yan Shiche standing outside, Yu Ran looked down at him, and the scar on his Adam's apple became friendly.

"Boss, it's two minutes."

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