Listening to her son's screams, Jiang Chuhong's whole person was not good.

She instinctively wanted to turn away from it, unwilling to look, but her subconscious mind crucified her in place as if she had been firmly shackled.

I can't even look away.

In this way, she forcibly watched the whole process of her son's execution, and watched him finally disappear into the oil pot.

The whole person was already trembling like chaff, and the fear that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, as if all this was not a dream, but a real picture.

However, after the execution was over, the oil pot was pushed away by the group of demons and monsters.

Jiang Chuhong was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

But then, on both sides of the road ahead, two lines of blue ghostly fire suddenly burst out.

There were many people on the other side of the road, and soon, she saw four handsome men in strange official uniforms walking towards her.

"Jiang Chuhong, are you guilty?"

The man in charge snorted coldly, and Jiang Chuhong suddenly felt that his legs were uncontrollable again, and he knelt straight down.

She was panicked and confused when asked, and subconsciously replied: "I, what is my sin?" I didn't commit a crime! Nope! ”

"You are innocent in the yang world, but in the evil world, you are already guilty!"

The man took out a copy of the notebook and read it with a blank face.

"Jiang Chuhong, your mind is vicious and dark, and the matter of mixing the ashes of your stepdaughter with black dog blood by using the method that heaven and earth do not tolerate has been officially accepted by the king of Hades in my underworld."

"Three days later, it will be the day when your yang life will be exhausted, and then you will be detained and returned to the Grip Mansion to receive the final punishment!"

After speaking, the figures of the four beautiful men flashed and disappeared directly in front of Jiang Chuhong.

Immediately afterwards, a group of demons with teeth and claws suddenly pounced on her......

“…… Yes!! ”

After a burst of screaming, Jiang Chuhong opened her eyes sharply and sat up straight from the bed.

The pajamas were already soaked in cold sweat.

She froze for a moment, subconsciously slapping her frightened face.

Is this a dream?

This dream is too real, isn't it?

Jiang Chuhong took several deep breaths before he was slightly relieved from the boundless fear.

She got out of bed and decided to pour a glass of water to cool down.

But when I put on the slippers, I saw a slight sense of strangeness from the corner of my eyes.

The woman jerked, stiffened, and turned her face away mechanically.

I saw that the conviction that had condemned her in the dream was lying on her bedside table at this time!

……

After that, Jiang Chuhong's mind was uncertain for a whole day, and her mind was full of that dream, as well as the twists and turns in her bag.

Even the work has gone wrong many times.

She really had no choice, so she had to take the next day's leave and decided to go to the old Taoist priest who gave her black dog blood.

However, when she came to the small shop in the depths of the alley, she found that the old Taoist priest was no longer there.

In his place, an elegant and handsome young man who looked less than twenty years old sat at the old sour wood counter and flipped through ancient books.

"What's the matter?"

The young man didn't raise his head, and asked softly in a hoarse voice.

After a pause, he continued, "You are Ms. Jiang Chuhong, right?" Master wandered away, and he said that you will come back to him one day, and he asked the disciple to wait for you here. ”

“……”

Jiang Chuhong thought about it, and finally gritted her teeth, took out the fold, and handed it to at least the next year.

He asked uneasily, "Little Master, can you help me see what this thing is?" ”