It was an arm that grabbed her, an arm with a turquoise handkerchief.
In the past, this hand was well-maintained, and it was more delicate than her skin.
But now, it has become red and purple, and there are still a few dark spots in the nails, and there is a faint smell of stench.
Also, it's been buried here for so long, and of course there are already signs of decay Thinking of this, Barnacle's heart seemed to be hit hard: No, hasn't he been found by Cheng Muyou?
The corpses that had been cut into pieces by herself were placed in the open space at the head of the village, and she could not be wrong when she saw them with her own eyes.
And wasn't this turquoise bracelet brought to Da Kuizi's hands by him?
How did it end up here?
Barnacle's lips trembled a few times, and his hands tightened at the ground that had been frozen and stiffened, and kicked him downward, hoping to shake his arm away.
But the five blackened fingers had pulled her so tightly that they had pierced her shoes and socks and buckled them on her ankles, as if a little more force would pierce her skin.
Barnacle's heart suddenly gathered a wave of anger mixed with disgust, her hatred for Dong Zongyuan was not as bitter as his mother, but after being a husband and wife with him for so many years, she had to deliberately please him and flatter him every moment, say what he likes to hear, and do what he likes.
However, he is the son of the person she hated the most in her life, so every time she flatters her, she feels disgusted, and the hatred in her heart accumulates little by little over time.
Therefore, when she did it to Dong Zongyuan, she was not reluctant at all, she looked at him, like looking at a livestock to be slaughtered, and neatly chopped the man who had slept with her for several years into several pieces, and then buried it in the forest.
Bury in the forest Thinking of these four words, Barnacle almost screamed, that's right, this is where she buried Dong Zongyuan at that time, and later his remains were dug up, and it became a big pit She laughed at Cheng Muyou, saying that he couldn't tell the direction, and now this word has been fulfilled on her own head, which can be regarded as retribution.
But even if this is the case, how can she be a person who is tied to death?
Barnacle gritted her teeth and climbed up with all her might, she took out a palm-length dagger from the package, and stabbed it on the back of Dong Zongyuan's hand without hesitation.
The five fingers finally let go of the pain, and the barnacle snorted coldly, kicking the hand into the pit, and then the whole person collapsed on the ground, gulping in the cold air.
"Puff puff puff" Coldly, there was a strange sound in her ears, coming from the snow pit in front of her, as if someone was exhaling out.
Barnacle's heart shrunk into a ball, and she didn't even dare to look into the pit, so she shuddered and packed up the package on the ground, and ran forward with a roll on the ground.
But after only a few steps, there was a "thump" behind him, very soft, but he could hear that something had jumped up from the pit.
When it came to the ground, it was still jumping, unhurriedly, towards the barnacle's position.
"Ahh Barnacle let out a scream that even she couldn't hear, and moved her hands and feet forward, but the snow was so deep that she climbed a few steps and slipped to the ground, and when she remembered it again, the thing had already come to her face, and it was smiling at her, smiling softly and affectionately, "Lady, didn't you say that we will never be separated again?"
” Barnacles slowly woke up under a fluorescence, and she quickly got up, stunned for a long time, and suddenly reached out to touch her neck.
Not long ago, she was bitten by Dong Zongyuan's head, and he opened his blackened, stinking mouth and bit through his neck in one bite, and she even saw blood sprayed all over the ground, staining the snow red.
However, everywhere she could reach her hand now, there was only a smooth patch of skin, and the terrible wound was gone, as if everything that had just happened was just a nightmare she had had.
Barnacle looked around in some confusion, and she found herself standing on top of a wasteland where there was no grass and no end in sight, except for a few sporadic fireflies floating up and down, illuminating the small world around her.
"Where is this?"
Barnacle frowned and stretched out her hand to the nearest fluorescent light, but Firefly didn't want to be caught by her, but flew forward to lure her to follow.
Barnacle followed the green firefly, running forward as fast and as slow as she could, and she didn't know why she was doing it, but now, it seemed, she didn't know what else to do but follow it.
In a trance, she felt that she was flying, like the fireflies in front of her, flying freely in this wasteland, transcending the world, and breaking the confinement around her.
But it didn't fly long, but the firefly stopped moving, and Barnacle found that in front of him stood a magnificent temple, with gray tiles and red walls, and against the black canopy, solemn and gloomy.
She looked at the stone tablet in front of the temple and softly pronounced the three words: Guangtai Temple.
Guangtai Temple Why these three words are familiar, as if I have heard them somewhere.
Barnacle's heart suddenly felt a hint of fear, but she only hesitated for a moment, and stepped into the tall threshold in front of her, for she saw the flickering candlelight in the temple, which was scorching against the darkness, and had a peculiar attraction to her.
However, as soon as he stepped through the temple door, the barnacles regretted it, and only a small square part of the hall in the middle was covered by candlelight, and the rest of the hall was hidden in the darkness.
Especially in the four corners of the main hall, the black inside seemed to be richer than the others, making her feel that something was about to move there, and it would come out if she was caught off guard.
Thinking of this, she felt that her scalp was numb and her feet were soft, so she retreated step by step in the direction of the temple gate, wanting to return to the uninhabited wasteland, although there was no life, but at least it was not like this Guangtai Temple, ghostly, making people shudder.
But when she finally came to the temple gate, her palm touched a slippery and greasy thing, and she turned back in horror, only to see that the temple door was sealed by a bright red web, which was like spider silk and red thread, and the warp and weft were intertwined, forming large and small irregular shapes, but the barnacles looked at them, but they felt that those shapes were like a pair of eyes, those eyes staring at her everywhere.