Aunt Feng looked at the red wedding dress she wore when she got married, and couldn't help but feel sad, she was so fond of herself at the beginning, but now she has listened to other people's rumors, she is going to kill her son and torture herself to death.

I didn't expect Dashuai to distrust himself so much, and he was just a plaything for him.

That's it...... It's all over, and tomorrow no one in the Marshal's Mansion will survive, and they will all have to bury themselves and their sons.

Thinking like this, two lines of blood and tears slipped out of the corners of Aunt Feng's eyes again.

She took a deep breath, her whole body hurt, trembling and picked up the dagger in the package, put it between her eyebrows, and suddenly slashed, and suddenly a long blood cut was made, and the blood suddenly slipped out.

The blood of the eyebrows and hearts is the essence of the blood in the human body, and it condenses its own consciousness and resentment.

When Taoists are forced to do so, they often use the essence blood between their eyebrows to supplement them with spells to instantly improve their cultivation.

But after seeing that Aunt Feng cut through her eyebrows, she began to draw strange charms on her blood-red wedding dress with her fingers dipped in her eyebrows.

Ge Yu's divine sense watched everything from the side, and when Aunt Feng used her own hard work 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 aunts, why didn't she stop them from harming herself?

There may only be one explanation for this, Aunt Feng may only know a little bit of magic, or she may only know this single technique.

This kind of technique in which resentment is condensed on the wedding dress should be similar to a blood curse, and it is a blood curse, where all resentment is condensed.

What exactly is she going to do?

Ge Yu can only look back on the past through the power of the earth, he can see everything in the past, but after all, he is an outsider, he can't do anything, he can only watch all the actions of Aunt Feng.

It took half an hour to draw on the blood-red wedding dress, and the entire blood-red wedding dress was painted with all kinds of strange runes, and the blood on Aunt Feng's eyebrows was almost dry.

Then, Aunt Feng began to put the blood-red wedding dress on her body with difficulty, just like when she got married, but she had long lost her previous charming face, and her face was scarred, and she was scarred by those vicious mothers-in-law.

After putting on the blood-red wedding dress, Aunt Feng cut the tattered cheongsam with a knife and connected it into a slender rope, put it on the beam of the firewood room, and then pulled a button.

She looked around, and finally found a wooden stool in the corner of the house, and moved it over and placed it under the rope.

The next moment, Aunt Feng stood on the stool, took out the scale that Liu Xing had found for herself from the black cloth package, and tied it around her waist.

The weight hung from her waist and fell to the stool.

Aunt Feng put her head into the hanging rope, a miserable smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she cried, and two lines of blood and tears rolled down.

In just one day, she tasted all the ups and downs, joys and sorrows of the world.

It also made her know the greed and ugliness of human nature.

It's all coming to an end, it's over......

Raising the dagger in her hand, Aunt Feng immediately pierced her lower abdomen, and a sharp pain spread throughout her body, so that her face was distorted in pain.

Although it was painful, she still muttered in her mouth: "The weight falls into the soul, never transcends life, the blood-red wedding dress, and bears my poisonous resentment...... May the extreme ghost, six holes and three knives, the blood can be drained, and the eternal reincarnation ......"

While Aunt Feng was reciting this, she pulled out the dagger inserted into her lower abdomen again and stabbed her chest again.

Every time you go down, you have to endure unimaginable pain, but only in the endless pain will you let your hatred intensify, and you will become a hopelessly fierce and incorrigible ghost.

Only by turning into the best ghost can he avenge himself and his son.

in order to resolve his monstrous grudge.

When the second knife was inserted into her chest, Aunt Feng was already vomiting blood.

There is one last knife left, and this one is the most deadly, that is, it is inserted into one's heart, and the heart is also the place where the resentment is condensed, and it must bear great pain.

She pulled out the knife with difficulty and aimed it at her heart, at this time Aunt Feng didn't have much strength, she gritted her teeth, used all the strength in her body, and stabbed it into her chest.

Red blood splattered out, and Aunt Feng let out the last terrible howl in her life.

"I hate it...... I hate all the people in this world......"

With the last knife inserted into the heart, Aunt Feng consumed all her anger, the stool under her feet kicked over in pain, and Aunt Feng hung from the beam of the room in a blood-red wedding dress.

A cold wind blew, and Aunt Feng's body swayed with the wind, and blood continued to slide down his body.

The blood-red wedding dress was stained with blood, turned purple-red, and then dried, and was already close to black.

For no reason, a cold wind blew towards the firewood room, and Aunt Feng's body continued to shake left and right with the wind, and the bloody breath filled the entire firewood room.

"Tick tock", bright red blood fell to the ground, and the music of death was played.

Aunt Feng's face, which was distorted by pain, was restored little by little, and finally a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

This smile is weird, and behind the weirdness lies infinite terror.

……

The next day, the handsome Mrs. Liufang had breakfast, and remembered Aunt Feng who was imprisoned in the firewood room, and torturing Aunt Feng has become a new way for them to play recently.

But when the lady of the sixth room walked to the door of the firewood room, she suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood.

After the door of the firewood room was opened, they saw an incomparably terrifying scene, the handsome seventh aunt was actually hanging on the beam of the firewood room, wearing a blood-red wedding dress, and there was a large pool of black-red blood under her body, and what was even more strange was that Aunt Feng had a dagger on her chest. Terror...... In an instant, the hearts of those aunts and wives were enveloped, and everyone felt a full cold aura wrapped around their bodies.

A timid aunt let out a hysterical howl and sat on the ground.

A gust of wind blew, and Aunt Feng's body on the beam of the house swayed in the wind, and many people saw the weird smile hanging on the corner of Aunt Feng's mouth.

The real killing is about to begin......

(End of chapter)