trick wife

Chapter 13 Panic
At that time, I didn't think much about it, so I agreed, and I slept in a room with the fat man. I also visited my mother during the period, but she was still in a coma, and her face didn't seem to be serious.

I didn't talk much with the fat man. The fat man may have noticed that I was in a bad mood, and he fell asleep after comforting me a few words. I always felt that something was wrong when I was lying on the bed alone.

In the middle of the night, I still didn’t feel sleepy at all. I couldn’t help but think about what happened for a long time, and I also thought about the painting. I don’t know why I don’t want to give the painting to Xiaoling now, but now the painting is on Xiaoling’s body. I don't want to come back either.

I shook my head bitterly, even if I could get it back, I wouldn’t want it. Xiaoling helped me because of that painting, and if there was no painting, Xiaoling would definitely not help me.

After thinking about it for a while, I suddenly felt drowsy. In the end, I didn’t know how I fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I felt someone walking on me. At first I thought it was a fat man, but then I found that the other person was very thin, and Very cold like ice cubes.

I wanted to speak, but I was horrified to find that I couldn't speak, just like last time, as if someone had strangled my neck, and I couldn't move my body.

"Husband...don't abandon me...that woman is not a good person, husband, you have to trust me...don't abandon me..."

"She's here, my husband has to leave the village quickly..."

It was the woman from last time again. I don't know who she is, and I don't know if she is good or bad, but she keeps telling me to leave the village.

The strange thing is that after the other party said the last sentence, there was no movement, and my body recovered. I quickly sat up from the bed, looked at the fat man, and found that the fat man was sleeping like a pig, and he didn't know what happened just now.

My back was already wet with cold sweat, and now I don’t feel sleepy anymore. I couldn’t help but think of the woman in my dream. Why did you keep telling me to leave the village?

My mother also told me to leave the village. All of this seemed to be aimed at me. Is it true that I will be fine if I leave the village?

"Alas! It's all about the same thing!" I sighed, got up and walked out of the room.

At this time, it was not yet bright outside, and there was a slight cold wind blowing from the tip of the nose, which was quite comfortable, but gradually found something wrong, as if there was a bloody smell in the wind.

Immediately, I realized that the smell of blood was coming from my father's mourning hall, and I ran directly to the mourning hall without any hesitation.

When I ran to the mourning hall, first I found that Xiaoling had appeared in the mourning hall, but her face was ugly. When I looked at my father’s mourning hall and the yard, I almost vomited out, and then there was boundless Fear enveloped me.

Those vigilantes were all dead. They died tragically, as if they had been dismembered. The mourning hall and courtyard were all covered in blood, and their limbs and internal organs were scattered around.

"This... this... what's going on?" I tremblingly said, my face extremely pale.

Xiaoling didn't answer me, she looked around solemnly, as if there were enemies in the dark.

Not long after, the villagers also began to appear one after another. When they saw the scene in the mourning hall and the courtyard, they all shouted.

I am afraid that none of us would have thought that we would see such a terrifying scene in this life.

"What's going on here? What's wrong with them... what's wrong with them?"

"Master Xiaoling, didn't you say that people will not die? What's going on now?"

"Yes! Will everyone in our village die?"

The villagers fell into fear at this time, and I was also very scared. Suddenly I thought that my mother was still in the house, would something happen to her?

I hurried to my mother's house. Fortunately, my mother was fine, her breathing was even, and there was nothing unusual.

Seeing that my mother was fine, I walked into the yard again. At this time, all the villagers in the village came, and everyone's face was full of fear.

"Master Xiaoling, what the hell is going on? Master Xiaoling, you should just say something!"

"Master Xiaoling himself said that no one will die in the village, and now a few more people have died. How should you explain, Master Xiaoling?"

Xiaoling has been standing in the yard, as if she didn't hear the voices of the villagers.

"Okay, everyone, stop arguing, let's listen to what Master Xiaoling has to say." Bai Zhiyong stood up and said at the critical moment.

When Bai Zhiyong opened his mouth, the villagers stopped talking.

"Master Xiaoling, should you give us an explanation?" I walked up to Xiaoling and said.

Xiao Ling glanced at me and frowned slightly when she heard the words: "The red thread that tied the corpse last night was to prevent ghosts from getting on the corpse. The corpses will not change, and the corpses on the ground have no traces of movement, which means that these corpses are not the cause..."

"It's not the work of these corpses. That's enough to show that something is targeting your village. Think about it yourself, have you offended anyone, or done something you shouldn't do?"

Xiaoling looked at the villagers and asked.

When the villagers heard Xiaoling's words, they all started discussing.

"What can we do! Some of us have never left the village in our lives."

"It's Sarah! Who can we offend!"

"Heh..." Xiaoling sneered after hearing what the villagers said, "Think about it for yourself! Maybe it wasn't a recent incident, it could have happened more than ten years ago, or it might have offended people in the next village."

When Xiaoling said the last sentence, I obviously felt that all the older villagers suddenly fell silent.

Seeing this, Xiaoling wasn't too surprised, and didn't continue to speak.

"Oh! It's all our fault!"

At this time, Uncle Bai from the village stood up and sighed. Uncle Bai has a relatively high prestige in our village, and he is almost 90 years old.

"What's going on here?" I asked.

At this time, I realized that our village seems not so simple, as if there are still many things I don't know.

Uncle Bai glanced at me, was silent for a while and said: "Ten years ago, the village next door had a pretty good relationship with our village, but a few young people in our village raped a girl from their village. Since then, the relationship between our village and the neighboring village has been bad, with frequent conflicts, and the spoiled girl hanged herself the next day.”

(End of this chapter)