Cold Wife, Never Try to Escape

In the remote liuxitun, although the lights are on, few people have TV. After dinner, people listen to the radio and go to bed early.

But almost all the people didn't sleep early tonight. Even if the relationship between the Fu Dongshan family is not very good, they feel sorry for their family, and their mood is very depressed. The whole mountain village is shrouded in boredom. Even the stars close their eyes and don't want to see the sad scene in the world

The shabby door of the Fu family was open. From the yard, you could see the spirit bed placed in the main house. A long light flickered on the bench in front of the bed. The body covered with white cloth on the bed is a little creepy.

The couple who were tired of crying were advised by everyone. The women watched Fu Jinma rest on the Westinghouse Kang, and the men accompanied Fu Dongshan into the east house before Fu Jin. The yard was quiet, and the night wind blew from the mountain, lifting the holding of burning paper and guarding the door with open teeth and claws.

Just when most people had fallen asleep, the dark night sky seemed to be cut open, and a cold beam of light shone on the earth in a moment. The clouds surged and scattered, and a bright full moon appeared in the sky, which was supposed to be the next dark moon. Some people who slept late and those who just got up at night saw that there was a trace of colorful in the cold moonlight. Before people could see what was going on, the glow disappeared into the clouds and the full moon disappeared.

The night was dark again, cold and miserable, but no one knew that under the rays of the sun, something rushed into the Fu family's yard like a white light, flashed into the house very quickly, looked at it with claws in front of the spirit bed, and arched the sharp little mouth to open the white cloth covering the body. The long hairy tail swayed outside for a long time before it shrank in and disappeared.

Before everything was restored, the white cloth was still covered tightly, but the long-standing lamp exploded several sparks, and the wick made of cotton seemed to burn brighter than before.

The hard night finally passed. Young people are usually buried as soon as possible after death, and so is Fu Jin, who is less than 16 years old. Yesterday, we settled the burial place, and helped some of them to eat breakfast at home and went straight to the mountain with a shovel.

Fu Jinma and Zhang Xiu woke up in a daze. Holding the spirit bed, they cried again. Everyone persuaded her to enter the house. Fu Dongshan squatted in front of the spirit bed, lit a incense stick for his daughter, and burned it in the brazier with burning paper.

"Girl, you're alive. Dad didn't have the ability to let you live a good life. Now you're gone. Dad will burn you more money and take it with you to kill the lonely souls on the way... Girl! How can you let me and your mother live? " Honest and honest farmers, repressing their grief, were afraid to make their wife more sad, weeping and muttering in a low voice

"Ha ha... The enemy of debt collection! Why are you so confused that it's gone! " A harsh cry came from the yard. Fu Dongshan was startled. When he turned around, it was his mother who had not been in his house for a long time. He covered his face with one hand and patted his thigh into the house.

"Oh, my little enemy! You've hurt my son! A handful of shit and a handful of urine are pulled up for you. You heartless leg will die as soon as you board! Know this, what's the use of you! Might as well throw it into the mountains and feed the wolf! Evil spirits harm people! " Old Mrs. Fu slapped the implantation Gang hard, and the white cloth blindfolded was about to be beaten down by her.

"..." Zhang Xiu and aunt Hua came out of the house when they heard the news. Looking at the old lady with dry howling and no tears, their hearts became pimples.

I haven't seen the child since mother-in-law Fu Jin. The money losing goods that open and shut up are on my lips. Now my daughter is dead, just don't come and have a look. What are you talking about! There is no blood or family!

"You..." Zhang Xiuqi shook her finger and pointed to the old lady. "Just look at the children and say something that doesn't exist!"

"Ah! What do you have? My crying granddaughter still annoys your eyes! Even if you don't have the ability to have a son, you're still a short-lived ghost. Why should you cross with me! " The old lady had a good ear. She shouted loudly and heard Zhang Xiu clearly.

"You! You... "Zhang Xiuqi almost fainted, and aunt Hua hurriedly helped her. Fu Dongshan's honest people are his mother and his daughter-in-law. He can't say anything.

The old lady is still scolding aunt Hua. Several women dare to be angry but dare not speak. After all, it's someone else's family business. The old lady is a big generation. They just watch the old lady play with demons. No one pays attention to the slight movement of the people covered with white cloth on the bed

Black, so black, why is there no light? It's so cold. It feels like falling into an ice cave. How noisy! What's the chirping sound? I really want to sleep quietly! But why is the sound getting louder and louder?

"It's so noisy!" The low voice came from under the white cloth. Although the voice was very light, it could not be ignored, because it was deep in the ear. Although it was ethereal, it was full of cold.

Everyone was stunned and stood still, staring at the spirit bed with frightened eyes. The old lady was almost suffocated by the howl she swallowed back. Her muddy eyes looked too frightened, her fingers trembled and pointed to the body on the bed, and her lips trembled.

"Cheat, cheat the corpse! The corpse! " As if she wanted to shout out all her fears, the old lady's voice became louder and sharper.

"Said don't make noise, how can you still scream!" With the voice of thin anger, the white cloth went out and just shone on the old lady's face. The old lady who had just shouted stopped, pulled off the white cloth and looked at a pair of cold Danfeng eyes when she focused her attention.

"Ah..." just shouted a word. The old lady turned her eyes and fainted.

"... Xiao, Xiao Jin?!" Zhang Xiu looked at her daughter who opened her eyes on the spiritual bed. She came back to her senses and jumped in surprise. She hugged her daughter and began to cry.

Fu Dongshan also woke up from the middle of Leng. His mother, who couldn't care about the ground, rushed over with surprise and joy, took his daughter's cold hand, shook his voice, and tears came out of his eyes, "girl, you've survived! Hey, hey, come back to life! "

"This, this is true? Look at me! Xiao Jin... Are you, really, really... Awake? " Aunt Hua came and touched Fu Jin's forehead with courage. There was a trace of warmth and touched her wrist. Her pulse jumped evenly. This is not a living man. What is it?

"Ouch! God bless, little brocade girl woke up! Everybody come in! Xiao Jin is not dead, but has come back to life! " Determined that Fu Jin was indeed alive, aunt Hua happily ran to the door and waved to the people who helped and watched the excitement in and out of the yard.

"Really! Is Fu Jin still alive? " Everyone was shocked and crowded in around the three floors inside and outside the spirit bed. The old lady who fell to the ground was dragged to the inside by someone who was in the way. She didn't care to put it on the Kang, so she threw it back to the ground to see the girl who came back from the dead.