I am a living immortal.

There were deaths for seven consecutive days, sometimes one person, sometimes several people. Two of the remaining five sons died, and the remaining three concubines and two wives all died in ugly ways.

And the one who died today was the second son.

This guy has some talent, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to perform the coffin-carrying scene in the morning.

The youngest son was the most favored because he was born in old age, and he became a famous playboy. Of course, he could no longer be a playboy at this moment, and could only take his wife back to the room.

I don’t know if it’s because he’s been having too much sex and is weak or what.

He has been childless for many years, and his face and cheeks are slightly sunken. Drinking tonic soup and eating rich fish and meat do not seem to help him. There are rumors that the fifth son of the Mao family seems to have a hidden illness.

How could the fifth son Mao Dongliang tolerate the rumors outside? As if to prove himself, his romantic and absurd affairs in the outside world did not stop but became more and more rampant.

Even his wife, whom he had married in a formal ceremony, felt ashamed and put all the blame for not having children on her, beating and scolding her.

Even today is the same.

I don’t know what they said, but the two sides had another fierce quarrel.

“What the hell are you trying to say?!”

"Don't force me to hit you now." Mao Dongliang roared at his wife like a devil, and threw the teacup in his hand on his wife's head with a "bang". Although the skin was not broken, he picked it up high.

"Bitch...woman."

After cursing, he ignored her and sat on the edge of the bed.

His wife, whom he had married in a formal ceremony, could only squat down to pick up the broken teacup that had fallen to the ground, and the pressure in her heart gradually dropped.

At this time, the servant brought the daily tonic. He came in a hurry, lowered his head and left, not daring to stay any longer.

This soup is full of tonic ingredients, including ginseng and deer antlers. Mao Dongliang picked up the bowl and gulped down the tonic in one breath, then lay down on the bed and prepared to sleep.

The calming incense was lit at the right time, and wisps of smoke floated in the room.

Mao Dongliang fell into a trance. He felt as if he was in a dream, but also as if he was in the real world. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his whole body felt hot and uncomfortable.

His lips were dry and he couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard he tried. Then it felt like someone was blowing in his ear, which woke him up. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the ceiling of the bed. He stood up and looked at his wife, who was lying on her side without him noticing.

I wanted to curse, but then I thought better of it.

Looking at the sky outside, it seemed to be late at night.

Everything was silent. He was drenched in sweat and his mouth was dry, so he stood up and went to the table to pour himself a cup of tea. He drank it and felt much better. Then he looked out the window. It seemed that nothing important had happened. It was very quiet.

at this time………

A voice sounded in the room.

"Who!!!" A terrified voice came from the bed. Mao Dongliang was so frightened by the voice that he almost dropped the teacup in his hand. When he listened carefully, the voice was very familiar. When he looked up, he saw a figure sitting up on the bed.

The room was pitch black and only vague silhouettes of people could be seen.

Mao Dongliang thought it was his wife, and heaved a sigh of relief before cursing, "Who else could it be? Useless thing, making such a fuss, trying to scare me to death!"

Then he slammed the cup on the table.

The cup collided with the wooden table with a loud noise, which was particularly loud in the quiet night, and then fell into silence again.

The noise made the figure on the bed tremble a few times.

Mao Dongliang didn't take it seriously and walked towards the bunk bed.

But the closer I got, the more violently the figure on the bed shook.

"Shake, shake, stop shaking." Mao Dongliang was very complicated.

But as soon as he got closer, he found something wrong. He saw the figure on the bed curled up in a ball and shaking constantly.

This is totally unlike his wife's style.

"You...what's wrong with you..." He was frightened by the figure on the bed. He first looked behind him and saw nothing strange.

“Stop shaking!!”

The sound of scolding came out of his mouth unconsciously.

This scolding made him feel like he had seen this scene before, but before he could think about it, the figure on the bed really stopped shaking, but kept his face buried in his arms.

Mao Dongliang approached and pushed it with his hand.

“Go to sleep…”

However, the figure on the bed suddenly raised his head and his resentful eyes met Mao Dongliang's.

“Ah!!!!! You you you…”

Mao Dongliang seemed to have received a great shock. His face turned pale in an instant without a trace of blood. He screamed and fell to the side of the bed, crawling backwards.

He kept muttering, "You're not... you're not... dead!!"

The figure on the bed had a pretty face covered in scratches, and his eyes were filled with resentment. Two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, but a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. His hoarse voice reached Mao Dongliang's ears: "Yes, so I came to take you away with me."

"Didn't you like me very much before?"

The woman's limbs seemed to be deformed. No, it was more like they were broken and randomly spliced ​​together than deformed.

Like learning to walk in Handan, he limped to Mao Dongliang.

"Didn't you say you wanted to marry me?"

"Didn't you say that I'm a completely different type than you've ever met and that you wanted to love me well?"

"You didn't let someone capture me..."

"Why aren't you looking at me now?"

“I’m in so much pain… They broke my limbs and stuffed my mouth…”

"I hate it so much... Even after all this, you are unwilling to let me go and keep humiliating me... I hate it... I hate it..."

"Why don't you look up at me!!!" A shrill scream exploded in Mao Dongliang's ears.

At this moment, Mao Dongliang was so scared that his tears and snot could not stop flowing down. There was a fishy stench under him. He curled up helplessly and trembled all over. His mind was blank at this moment. What kind of heart-clearing mantra, what kind of talisman...

Oh, he also has a talisman. He reached into his pocket with trembling hands, but what he touched was not a talisman but a handful of ash. This made his heart sink completely, and fear spread throughout his body.

His trembling lips kept repeating: "Don't kill me, don't kill me."

Then, he lowered his head and met those eyes again.

“Look at me…”

"what!!!!"

Fear reached its peak.

But he screamed and then stopped abruptly. Mao Dongliang found that no matter how he shouted, the sound was stuck in his throat and could not come out at all.

Then he began to feel severe pain in his limbs.

It was as if his limbs were being crushed by a millstone, inch by inch, repeatedly. The pain in his hands made veins bulge on his face, his eyes were bloodshot, and tears flowed down drop by drop. His eyes were full of pleading, but it was of no avail.

The deformed voice in front of him said in the same hoarse voice: "Then I will let you taste what I felt at that time."

Severe pain and endless fear continued to stimulate the brain.

Mao Dongliang's eyes had begun to roll back, his face was flushed red, and he felt uncomfortable and in pain.

The evil ghost enjoyed this tragic scene with great pleasure.

Just as Mao Dongliang was about to die, he heard a flash of bell sound in his ears, followed by an even louder shout.

"You monster, how dare you harm people under my nose!"

"Mind your own business!" The evil ghost roared as his pleasure was interrupted.