I kept adding more wood to the stove, and the fire was burning so brightly that white smoke was rising from the hot bed in the front room.

The hot steam will burn me.

But my parents' bodies became colder and colder, stiffer and stiffer, and they no longer looked like living people.

I sat on the edge of the kang and cried bitterly.

It hurts! It hurts!

It's different from the pain of being skinned, and different from the pain of being scolded by your mother.

This is a kind of pain that goes deep into the bone marrow, is indescribable, and is suffocating.

Although I experienced weird and terrifying things when I was a child, my parents stood by my side.

Now, my parents are gone, and death stands straight in front of me, separated by a veil, and kisses my scalp.

My eyes were so swollen that I couldn't open them, and my tears dried up.

Life must go on.

First, I want to bury my parents, and then, I want to find Gong Yiyu.

She must be waiting for me to rescue her somewhere.

I managed to regain some consciousness and stroked my parents' cheeks again.

However, when I lowered my head, I suddenly discovered that there was something strange in the mouths of my father and mother.

I turned on the flashlight and shined it into their mouths.

Their mouths are empty!

No teeth, no tongue, just red mucous membranes stained with blood!

I remembered the dream I had that night after putting on the emerald beads.

The demon in red tore open my mouth and tore off my tongue. After being burned by the beads, he said in a sinister voice: "I will come back to you!"

"Fuck you! If you're looking for me, just come to me! What's the point of looking for my parents?! Ah? Get out of here! I'll kill you! Kill you!..."

I was shaking all over and couldn't help roaring loudly. In the end, the roar turned into intermittent whimpering.

Eight years ago, I failed to defeat evil spirits; eight years later, the same thing happened.

My parents left me forever, and Gong Yiyu was never heard from again just because he got my love.

I seemed like a sheep mixed in with the dogs, out of place and bringing evil.

Speaking of sheep, it was only then that I discovered that the sheep in the yard were crowded together and looking directly in the direction of my parents.

Taking pleasure in one's misfortune and having no good intentions.

That doesn't look like a sheep's eyes.

I shuddered, and whether I was angry or sensitive, I picked up the shovel and patted the heads of these sheep.

Just like when my father took pictures of chickens, ducks and geese.

The black goats jumped out of the sheepfold in fear and fled in all directions. They screamed one after another.

Wet, slimy and disgusting.

The village chief walked into the courtyard, sighed helplessly and said: "Arui, don't be too sad. Cheer up quickly, you still need to take care of your parents' funeral.

Don't pay attention to those people outside, they are just taking carrots and not worrying..."

The village chief said and pushed me into the house.

However, when he saw the death state of my parents, he left the room and stood at the door.

His lips trembled a little and his eyes were horrified: "Arui... you'd better wipe your parents' mouths and close their mouths..."

The village chief said a lot more, nothing more than urging me to work hard and cheer up.

I propped up my tired body and forced a smile: "Second uncle, I'm fine. Let me help them change into clean clothes first."

I opened the closet and saw two sets of shrouds neatly arranged.

I was stunned for a moment, with mixed feelings in my heart.

It turns out that my parents had already foreseen this day.

It turned out that I was the only one who was kept in the dark.

With the help of the village chief, I successfully buried my parents.

Throw the brazier, wave the white flags, and sweep the coffin.

When the waiter shouted: "Nail the coffin!" I couldn't control myself anymore. I knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

Tears flowed into my mouth, so salty.

I know that from today on, I no longer have any relatives.

After burying my parents, I packed up and went to town.

There is a public security bureau in the town, and there are only three or five old police officers who are about to retire, and they are usually busy hitting their feet on the back of the head.

I know that it will be in vain if I go there.

But I can never give up the last glimmer of hope.

The old policeman made a record for me and told me that only immediate family members can report the case before the case can be filed.

I nodded and dragged my body back to the village.

I want to beg Gong Yiyu’s parents, even if it means kneeling down for them, even if it means being a cow or a horse for them.

I thought about countless possibilities of being made trouble for, but I never thought they would be so cruel!

When I walked to the river, I happened to meet a few villagers who were in a hurry. They had baskets in their hands. When they saw me, their expressions were a little strange.

I stopped them and forced out an ugly smile: "Uncle and aunt, where are you going?"

"No, I didn't go anywhere..."

They lowered their heads, not daring to look at me. They grabbed the basket with both hands and tried to hide it.

I pulled open the white cloth hanging on the basket and saw that inside were incense candles, yellow paper, and gold ingots.

Gold ingots are made of golden paper, are small and exquisite, and have a delicate luster.

I subconsciously felt something was wrong.

My parents' funeral was completed yesterday, why do they need to do these things today?

I grabbed his arm and asked in a rough voice: "What's going on?! If you don't tell me, I'll go to your house and curse you!"

The woman's eyes widened in horror, and she kept saying: "No, no...it's just Gong Yiyu. Her parents said they found Gong Yiyu's body, and they will hold a funeral for her today and choose a ghost husband..."

A funeral?

Choose a ghost son-in-law?

Impossible! Gong Yiyu is definitely not dead!

What kind of funeral did you organize for her? What kind of ghost son-in-law did you choose?!!!

Anger made my head spin and my hands tremble.

Do Gong Yiyu’s parents really want her to die?!!

Gong Yiyu is different from me. She is the fourth child in the family, and the first three are all sisters.

Her parents gave birth to one child after another in order to have sons, but all of them were daughters. They gave birth to seven children, the youngest of which was still in her infancy.

Naturally, her parents didn't take their daughter seriously.

There is a custom in the village that a ghost son-in-law is chosen to be a ghost matchmaker.

If the two parties are successful, not only can they get a gift of two thousand yuan from the man, but they can also make a wish come true for the ghost matchmaker.

It doesn't take much thinking to know what his parents want.

My eyes were about to burst, my liver and gallbladder were cold, and waves of coldness made my whole body numb.

Two thousand yuan! For two thousand yuan, are they going to sell their daughter’s life?!

In order to get the so-called son, is it really that important?!

I ran quickly towards Gong Yiyu's home.

They seemed to have guessed that I would come. Five or six unlearned gangsters from the village stood at the door, blocking my way.

"Get away!"

"Don't be so angry! Today is a good day for Gong Yiyu. As a man, you have to be a little magnanimous, isn't he just a girl? Let's go! Brother will take you out to find some more beautiful ones..."

I raised my eyelids and said coldly: "Get out! Get away!"
Chapter completed!