Outside the coffin, there was a strange and harsh sound, like someone scraping the glass with their fingernails, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Immediately afterwards, the coffin shook slightly, and the heavy coffin lid was suddenly pushed open.

A woman suddenly thrust her head into the coffin, her face less than a foot away from mine.

There was a weird smile on her face, and she said in a soft voice: "Do you think I can't find you by hiding here? The beautiful scenery on this beautiful day, a spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, little husband, come quickly!"

I was so frightened by the sudden appearance of this woman that I almost fainted.

If it is a beautiful female ghost, maybe I will break the jar. It would be good to break the body before death.

However, this woman is so ugly!

The face was very much like a cat's face, with several scars on it, as if it had been split into several pieces and then re-sewed together. With her weird smile, there were several long scars on the entire face.

The scars look like centipedes crawling on my face, which is very disgusting.

She stretched out her hand and reached directly into the coffin, as if she wanted to drag me out of the coffin.

My despair had reached its peak, and when I was about to fight for my life with her, an accident happened!

The target of her hand reaching into the coffin was not me, but the paper figure lying beside me!

This scene stunned me, and made me subconsciously forget about fighting her, and watched her pull the paper man out of the coffin.

what's the situation?

Isn’t this weird cat-faced woman targeting me?

Impossible, she just said she wanted to do that with me, how could she do that with a paper man?

"Hey, why are you so light?"

The cat-faced girl looked at the paper man in confusion, as if she had noticed something, her face changed drastically and she screamed: "You are not Jiang Yang..."

Before he finished speaking, the paper man suddenly exploded!

The many bamboo strips inside the paper man's body were like springs that were bent to the extreme. They shot out suddenly and instantly pierced the cat-faced woman's arms and chest. There were even two sharp bamboo strips that stabbed directly.

It hit the cat-faced girl in the eyes.

The cat-faced woman let out a piercing scream, and black and red blood splattered out from the places where the bamboo strips were pierced on her body, directly spraying all over me lying in the coffin.

I was already feeling groggy as if I had a bad cold, but now that I was drenched in the blood of the cat-faced woman, I suddenly felt as if I had fallen into an ice cave with my bare buttocks in the dead of winter.

The thick coldness shrouded me, and my consciousness fell into coma for an instant. My eyesight went dark and I fell unconscious!

Before I fell into coma, I seemed to hear the cat-faced woman roaring and scolding my grandfather, saying that my grandfather had plotted against her!

After I fell into coma, I had several nightmares. They all dreamed of my grandfather being covered in blood and yelling at me to run away. Behind me, Jiang Changhai and the others and the cat-faced woman were chasing after me with a grin.

I don't know how much time passed, but I woke up and turned around, only to find that I couldn't move or speak, and my whole body seemed to be frozen.

At the same time, I also discovered that the blood-stained shroud that was originally pressed under me was now neatly put on my body. The fishy smell on the blood-stained shroud seemed to be stronger than before.

Who gave me the shroud? Where is that cat-faced woman?

This is nothing, at this time I also heard a lot of people talking outside the coffin, including the sighing voice of the old village chief.

"The Yin people go on the road, and the living people avoid it. If there is a collision, all kinds of disasters will happen..."

After an unfamiliar voice shouted this next to the coffin, I felt the coffin rise and move forward slightly.

What's going on here?

I turned my head hard and looked outside the crack in the coffin, watched the coffin leave the house, and watched someone carrying the coffin leave the village and go directly to the road behind the mountain.

Damn it, are you going to bury me alive?!

Who the hell hosted the funeral ceremony?

I'm not dead yet, why don't you open the coffin and take a look?

It was already dark at this time, and I actually slept in the coffin for a whole night, which really surprised me...

This is not the point. The point is what is the situation now?

I want to shout, I want to struggle to let people outside know that I am still alive, but it is of no use. Being unable to move or speak, the only thing I can do now seems to be to wait for death!

I feel sad, angry and desperate, and the tears can't stop flowing. Today is my eighteenth birthday. Is my life just beginning and about to end?

Don't let me know which bastard presided over the funeral for me, otherwise I will never let him go even if I'm a ghost!

Following my incompetent rage, the coffin was quickly carried to the back hill grave circle. Looking out through the crack in the coffin, I saw the grave of Jiang Changhai, his alcoholic father, not far away.

It's completely over now!

Choosing to be buried in this place with extremely bad feng shui, I probably wouldn’t even have the chance to be reincarnated. The most important thing is, after seeing the grave of the drunkard, I subconsciously thought that this was the spirit that sent me and wanted to bury me alive.

This guy must be related to Jiang Changhai.

After the coffin was lowered into the grave, the bastard who sent the spirit said a few words of "Don't disturb me" and then had the coffin filled with earth in a hurry!

At this time, I had absolutely no hope. I had no choice but to close my eyes and wait for death.

There is silence all around, and the air in the coffin probably won't last long. It is said that people will quickly recall the past before they die, but there is nothing worth remembering in my shallow life. Now I just want to condense the strong resentment and wait for it to melt away after death.

I want to avenge the evil ghost on that bastard who sent me his spirit.

As time passed, my sadness and despair gradually became more stable, and I felt something was wrong.

It's been a long time, why don't I feel suffocated at all?

At the same time, I also found that the coldness in my body seemed to be fading away quickly. My hands and feet, which were originally stiff and unable to move, had slowly regained their strength and were able to speak.

But what's the use of this?

I yelled and banged the coffin frantically. After a long time, I stopped panting.

Just when I had given up, there suddenly came a strange sound from above, the sound of a shovel shoveling dirt, it seemed...

Someone is digging my grave!


Chapter completed!