Aunt Feng looked at the red wedding dress she wore when she got married, and couldn't help but feel sad. The commander-in-chief loved her so much, but now she believed other people's rumors and wanted to kill her son and torture herself to death.

.

I didn't expect that the commander-in-chief didn't trust me so much, and I was just his plaything.

That's it... everything is over. No one in the Marshal's Mansion will survive tomorrow, and they will all be buried with him and his son.

Thinking like this, two lines of blood tears fell from the corners of Aunt Feng's eyes again.

She took a deep breath, her whole body ached, and tremblingly picked up the dagger in the package, placed it between her eyebrows, and with a sudden slash, a long bloody gash was made, and the blood immediately fell down.

come out.

The blood between the eyebrows is the essence of blood in a person's body, which condenses one's spiritual consciousness and resentment.

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

But after Aunt Feng scratched her forehead, she dipped her fingers in the blood from her eyebrows and began to draw strange spells on her blood-red wedding dress.

Ge Yu's consciousness watched everything from the sidelines. When Aunt Feng used her own effort to draw talismans on the blood-red wedding dress, Ge Yu's heart trembled. Why did Aunt Feng know the magic? If she knew the magic, why didn't she resist those few people?

Auntie, why don’t you stop them from harming you?

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

This method of condensing resentment on the wedding dress should be similar to a blood curse, and it is the blood curse where all resentment condenses.

What on earth is she going to do?

Through the power of Earthly Evil, Ge Yu could only look back on the past. He could see everything in the past, but after all, he was an outsider and could do nothing. He could only watch everything Aunt Feng did.

I struggled to draw on the blood-red wedding dress for half an hour. The entire blood-red wedding dress was covered with all kinds of weird runes, and the blood between Aunt Feng's eyebrows was almost drained.

Then, Aunt Feng began to put on the blood-red wedding dress with difficulty, just like how she looked when she got married, but she had long lost her charming appearance, her face was scarred, and she had been beaten by those vicious women.

It was full of scratches.

After putting on the blood-red wedding dress, I saw Aunt Feng cut the tattered cheongsam with a knife, connected it into a long and thin 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 hanging rope.

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

The weight was hung around her waist and fell to the stool.

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

In just one day, she experienced 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 going to end, it’s over...

Aunt Feng raised the dagger in her hand and stabbed it into her lower abdomen. A sharp pain spread throughout her body, causing her face to become distorted in pain.

Although she was in pain, she still murmured in her mouth: "The soul falls from the scale, and it will never be reincarnated. The blood-red wedding dress bears my poisonous resentment... I wish to turn into a ghost, with six holes and three swords, all the blood can be shed, and I will fall forever."

Reincarnation..."

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

Each time the sword is struck, one has to endure unimaginable pain. However, only in the endless pain will his hatred intensify and he will turn into a vicious and hopeless ghost.

Only by turning into the best ghost can you avenge yourself and your son.

Only then can he resolve his overwhelming hatred.

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

There is only one last stab left, and this one is the most fatal, that is, it is inserted into one's heart. The heart is also where the resentment is condensed, and one must endure tremendous pain.

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

Red blood spattered out, and Aunt Feng let out the last miserable howl in her life.

"I hate...I hate everyone in this world..."

As the last knife was inserted into the heart, Aunt Feng exhausted all her life, the stool under her feet was kicked over in pain, and Aunt Feng hung from the beam in her blood-red wedding dress.

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

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

Unprovoked, gusts of cold wind blew towards the woodshed. Aunt Feng's body kept swaying left and right with the wind, and the smell of blood filled the entire woodshed.

"Tick tick tick", the bright red blood fell to the ground, playing the music of death.

Aunt Feng's face that was distorted by pain was restored bit by bit, and finally a sneer that looked down on the world appeared at the corner of her mouth.

This smile was weird, and there was endless terror hidden behind it.

…

The next day, after having breakfast, the handsome concubine of the Sixth Bedroom thought of Aunt Feng who was imprisoned in the woodshed. Torturing Aunt Feng became their new way of having fun recently, and she went inside to dominate them in front of them.

I have inherited the commander's endless favor, and every bit of it must be returned to Xiaofeng today.

But when the sixth-floor concubine 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 hanging on the beam of the woodshed, wearing a blood-red wedding dress with a large pool of blood underneath her body.

There were black and red blood stains, and what was even more strange was that there was a dagger stuck in Aunt Feng's chest. Terror... instantly enveloped the hearts of those aunts and wives, and everyone felt a full sense of coldness surrounding them.

On one's own body.

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

A gust of wind blew over, and Aunt Feng's body on the beam was swaying in the wind. Many people saw the weird smile hanging on the corner of Aunt Feng's mouth.
Chapter completed!