I want to dance on your wife’s grave!

Can it be?

When Gao Yunshan heard that Su Wu was about to dig open the third wife's grave, he changed his expression.

"No!"

"It is the greatest death of people. My poor lady has been dead for five years. If she digs out her body again, she will die with her eyes open."

"Besides, all this is the eldest lady's fault. Why bother to let my poor youngest mother suffer this disaster."

Gao Yunshan's head was shook like a rattle, and he would never agree to Su Wu's request.

"Do you still want to save your young son? You saw it just now, and a yellow wind suddenly came and took your young son away. I guess, this is probably a story species."

"If you hesitate any more, not only will your young son be completely polluted and eroded, but he will also turn into a monster, and even your Gao Laozhuang will not be able to escape death."

"Also, do you really think what she said is true? She was influenced by jealousy just now, and her words were inevitably biased. What she said may be true, but it may be just the thoughts in her mind were influenced by jealousy."

"If you don't understand these, your Gao Laozhuang is over. If you really get old, will you get a wife and a child be separated?"

When Su Wu said this, he stopped talking about it and clicked until the end.

Regardless of whether Gao Yunshan agreed or not, he would open the third lady's grave to see. The yellow wind that had taken away the young son before was too strange, which caught him off guard and said.

This thing is probably the strange woman's voice he heard around the young son.

As for crude oil, no matter how you think about it, it is likely that it is the third wife.

In most cases, I was a little dying.

When Su Wuxiang came, the death of the third wife was caused by bullying from all the inner houses of Gao Laozhuang, especially the eldest wife and the second wife.

Her death happened to cause the seeds of jealousy to emerge and take root and sprout in her body. But now it is not clear why the young son is also contaminated.

Could it be the mother and son?

Or maybe the dead soul of the third wife has been wandering around the young son, causing passive pollution?

But no matter what, he has decided to open the grave. How can he be willing to stop dancing on the grave?

Su Wu's words made Gao Yunshan silent: "Is there really no other way?"

"No, let alone I can't find your youngest son now. The grave of your third wife is the only clue known now."

Su Wu shrugged, and it didn't matter.

"Okay, then follow my nephew. Open it and take a look. I also want to know whether it was the third lady who was causing trouble or whether someone was really framing my youngest son in it."

When he said this, Gao Yunshan deliberately swept over the eldest lady's dazed face. The latter was paralyzed on the ground in a daze.

She seemed to not understand why she suddenly explained everything?

Some of them are indeed true, but some of them are just false ideas in their hearts. She dared not implement these ideas at all. Gao Yunshan is just such a male. If he knew that he had completely ruined his young son's life, wouldn't he go crazy?

Of course, if this jealous woman does, she will probably be abandoned by Gao Yunshan in the future and thrown into the cold palace.

[Things should not be that simple. With the power of an ordinary woman like the eldest lady, even with the owner of the Gao Laozhuang inner house, there are not many stories spread. It is difficult to condense the story species.]

[The birth of each story is a coincidence and extremely difficult. The way to form is very difficult. Each story has its own introduction and prologue. So what about the story? Will there be such introduction and prologue?]

Su Wu thought silently in his heart.

At this stage, he was completely distorted with stories. Except for knowing that these things are very strange, terrifying, distorted, and extremely harmful, they are almost all vague in how to form, how to control them, etc.

In general, the formation of such strange and indescribable things in the story is related to related stories, otherwise it would not be called story planting.

With the cooperation of Gao Yunshan

The group of people headed towards the Gao family's ancestral land.

Gao Yunshan is also a person who is afraid of death. This time, almost all the guards and servants came to this time. But what he didn't know was that these ordinary people were almost vulnerable to the pollution of stories and had no effect.

After arriving at the destination, the sun was setting, and it was about four or five o'clock.

“There are footprints here!”

"What?"

"Where?"

Su Wuwensheng looked at him, but saw some small footprints scattered in front of a tomb carved by the tomb of the Third Lady Gao Yunshan.

It looks like a child.

"Your young son has indeed been here."

Su Wu had a gloomy face and looked around, but saw that the cemetery was gloomy and exuded a strong ominous aura. In the afterglow of the sunset, the surrounding trees scattered with mottled shadows, and the branches opened and closed, like extremely ferocious ghost hands.

When everyone heard Su Wu's words, no one came, and everyone shuddered.

Such a young child ran to his mother's grave at night and felt chilling no matter how he thought about it. For them, they were afraid of coming in broad daylight, not to mention this time.

"And here...these footprints are a little blurry. It seems that your youngest son has been here more than today, and has also quietly come over the other time. Gao Taigong, he is not always locked in the house as you thought."

"Maybe he has deceived you!"

At the same time, Su Wu also noticed some smaller marks, which seemed to be from some kind of animal.

animal?

A slight movement in my heart.

Su Wu's words were like a devil's whisper. Gao Yunshan's face turned pale and blue, and the pain in his eyes could hardly be concealed.

"Dig, dig hard for me!"

"I want to see what's causing trouble."

He was extremely hated and angry, and even the fear in his heart was temporarily suppressed. Gao Yunshan ordered all the servants to dig up the third lady's tomb together!

The crowd worked together, and in a few minutes, the top of the tomb was first broken. A decadent and dark aura came to his face in an instant.

"This...why is the tomb soil red?"

"No, it's not right!"

"It's blood, it's blood!"

"So much blood is mixed in the tomb soil...this..."

Everyone couldn't help but stop digging, took a few steps back, and exclaimed repeatedly.

Su Wu's face also changed, and he grabbed a handful of soil. He suddenly felt a sticky feeling, and there was also a scent of blood.

"It's chicken blood!"

"There are still chicken feathers, not human blood! Keep digging."

Su Wu turned around and ordered.

As the chicken blood tomb soil appeared, a depressing twisted aura began to permeate the surroundings.

This is the power in the story!

When a huge vermilion coffin was completely dug out, the twisted force had begun to invade the surrounding servants and guards.

The uneasiness in my heart became stronger and stronger, and no one dared to continue digging.

"You guys back!"

"I'll do it!"

“It’s time to show real technology.”

"Start, go to the grave to dance!"

Su Wu picked up a shovel and went straight toward the huge coffin with a shovel.
Chapter completed!