My House of Horrors

The hall door opened again, and the scissors in the woman's hand dripped blood, matching her big red coat.

When she saw the scene, the first villager to send a basket into the hall sat paralyzed on the floor, she tried to control herself, but cried.

No one around to help her, not even look up.

The woman walked out of the temple and came to the side of the coffin, whispering softly, seemingly communicating with what was in the coffin.

A moment later, she spoke to the villagers.

A second villager with a basket shook his head and seemed to disagree with sending his children out.

The woman stretched out her three fingers, and before the fingers were all put away, the villagers next to her took the person's bamboo basket and placed it in front of the woman.

Bamboo baskets were lifted with scissors, and the baby cried louder, stimulated by the smell of blood, but nobody dared to stop it.

Once again, the woman entered the hall, the door was closed, and no one knew what was going on inside.

The sacrifice continues, with the cries of the infant's ears, the living coffin village becomes more and more horrified, with a pair of unfamiliar eyes slowly opening in the dark.

Chen Gong and Wei, who were hiding in the room, also had problems. In an old house that was reasonably safe, the soil was loose and something seemed to crawl out of it.

The rags hanging from the eaves float in the wind, as if wrapped in a twisted face.

There were constant shadows flashing around the windows, and strange noises could be heard occasionally in the room, as if someone was hiding under the bed knocking on the bedplate.

Sneaking awake, terror covered the entire village, slowly gripping the hearts of all.

The dilapidated hall door was pushed open by a woman, the crying of the baby had disappeared, and blood dripped down the scissors, even if the woman was wearing a big red dress, she could still see the blood clot on her body.

“Second one too.” Chen Gong stared at Aqing. The man's body was trembling with deformities in his arms.

The woman stood beside the coffin with scissors and whispered, clearly hearing the laughter of another woman in the red coffin, which was frightening, as if it were an unbreakable curse.

Grabbing the scissors and lifting them up, the woman seemed to understand the meaning of the red coffin, and she looked at the third villager with the bamboo basket.

Numbness, apathy, no hope whatsoever, the man personally placed the bamboo basket in front of the woman.

When the woman entered the hall with the third bamboo basket, the table in the hall swayed for a moment and a card slot fell to the ground, seemingly unwilling to continue watching.

The door closed and the baby's crying soared higher and then stopped.

Blood seeped out the door and strange noises appeared from all corners of the village, as if the land was crying.

Chen Guo's courtyard has also undergone new changes. The coffins in the bedroom made bang and bang sounds, and the paintings on the wall opened their eyes and their faces turned.

The ghost seems to be intentionally torturing people in this village. They are born and die in peace.

As the woman in red walked out of the hall for the third time and her pants and feet were dripping blood, Chan Song finally understood why she was wearing a big red coat.

One blood footprint at a time, a woman asks about the coffin, but only laughter comes out of the coffin.

When he heard the sound, Qing's trembling leg finally couldn't hold on. He knelt down and grabbed the bamboo basket dead with one or two long arms.

The woman reached out three fingers to him, surrounded by the villagers wearing masks, and separated Aqing from the bamboo basket.

Before the woman's fingers were all retracted, the bamboo basket in Aqing's hand was delivered to the woman.

The temple door was closed, no one knew what a woman had done to a baby in a bamboo basket, only that all the dead souls in the village were crying.

The understanding of the villagers' prayers did not appear until all the babies were brought into the hall by women, and the laughter in the coffin slowly stopped.

At this time, the woman's red coat was wet and she put away the scissors covered in blood, allowing the villagers to open the red coffin standing next to the temple.

There are no bodies in the coffin, only a set of jewelry, which is presumably what the ghost was carrying when she was abducted to the coffin village.

A woman wears every piece of jewellery, and every time she wears it, the breath of her body becomes shady and her skin becomes more pale.

Wearing all the jewellery, the women walked towards the crowd, all the villagers retreated to both sides, leaving only one man, one woman and two children in the middle of the open space.

Boys are thin and, even in such a horrible environment, they still do not feel any fear.

Girls behave in contrast to boys, shaking their bodies and looking pathetic, like a newborn kitten.

These two children are Fan Yu and Jiangzheng.

“Welcome home, no one here can hurt you.” The woman touched Jiangbell's head and took her hand outside the village, while the other villagers followed her with a blank lantern.

The crowd soon left the village centre, and Fan Yu and Jiangbei were both taken away.

“Listening to the woman's voice won't hurt Jiangsu, Fan Yu escorted Jiangsu all the way, and they had no reason to fight Fan Yu.” Chen Gong had pubic eyes. He clearly saw that Fan Yu was covered in injuries, his clothes were broken by tree branches, his arms were scratched, and his face was bitten out by mosquitoes. In order to escort Jiangbei, the child suffered a lot.

“The woman says no one here can hurt Jiangbell, and it seems that Jiangbell and Fan Yu did flee here to seek refuge.” Chen Gong rethinks: “It can make Jiangzheng feel stressed and have to flee, the whole Jiujiang probably blamed the association for this strength. ”

The village mutation was still going on. Chen Guo was afraid to delay it any longer. He greeted Master Bai and the old Wei Dynasty Hall to go.

As soon as the hall door was opened, the smell of blood poured out, and the people watching the scene in the house frowned.

“That woman won't give a few babies...”

Chen Gong entered the temple, the table was full of dust, it should not have been cleaned in a long time.

The deck that was supposed to be offered fell to the ground, some had broken, but nobody had tidied it up.

“Chen Gong, this blood shouldn't have spilled from the baby.” Old Wei touched the blood on the ground: “The woman entered the hall with a scissors in her hand, assuming that the murder weapon she used, if stabbed into the body with a scissors, the wound would emit blood, the blood could not be distributed such a rule. ”

“So that means the baby may not be harmed?” Chen Gong searched the shrine along the bloodstain and finally stopped at the corner of the shrine, where some clutter was piled up.

He removed the debris and found a tunnel below.

“You two are outside, I'm going in.” Chen Gong pushed the repeater switch and drilled into the tunnel.

The tunnel is only two or three metres long and ends with a covered plank.

Chen Gong lifted his hand and pushed the plank away. He found himself in the second floor of the small building next to the temple.

“Isn't this where Zhu lives? ”