Chapter 1769: The Second Day of Death

At this moment fear quickly ran up to her heart, Old Mrs. Li really didn't want to die, however, all the struggles and cries were so pale and powerless.

Old Mrs. Li's struggles were getting more and more reduced, his two scratchy hands tightly grasping his neck, blood flowing down.

Her eyes turned blood red due to the congestion of blood, and her tongue stuck out of her mouth.

Old Mrs. Li died, her eyes were wide and wide in the coffin, and they were as red as blood, she was suffocating to death and at the same time was buried by her own son's own hands.

At the moment of old lady Li's death, the hatred in her heart should have reached the extreme point.

Because just at the moment when old lady Li's body did not move and had completely died, the corners of her mouth suddenly moved again, slightly rising, a weird smile hung on her face, and at the same time, the ten fingernails of her hands quickly grew out, also blood-red in color, more than three feet long.

A strand of black breath separated from Old Lady Li's body, drilling out of the coffin, drilling out of the soil, drifting towards the sky, and finally hovering in mid-air, turning into a pale, old lady's face with blood on it.

The complexity of the expression on that face could not be described in words at all, resentment was needless to say, there was also some sadness, there were also some other indescribable expressions, no one saw it, so no one was able to fully decipher her current expression.

Mr. Fang told the story from Li Banshui's childhood all the way to burying his own mother alive, the story ended here, as if it was finished, but also as if it was not finished.

Old Liu head and Wu Feng listening to is gnashing teeth, angry hair, can not wait to stand up now, rushed to Li Banshui their home, Li Banshui pulled out, ruthlessly beat up, beat him covered in blood, beat him worse than death.

People like this don't deserve to live at all.

In the end, Old Liu Tou finally forced himself to hold back, calmed his anger for himself, and took out the wine gourd on his waist, and fiercely poured a mouthful of wine before he said, "Mr. Fang, how many days has this old lady Li been buried by this Li Bad Shui?"

"Today should be the seventh day, tonight is the first seven days." Mr. Fang said breathlessly.

"Then when did you guys start having this nightmare?" Wu Feng couldn't help but interject.

"On the second day after old lady Li died, our family started to have nightmares, every night it was exactly the same, as soon as we went to sleep, we would fall into that dream ourselves and couldn't extricate ourselves from it, every time it was in a coffin, pitch black, every time we couldn't breathe, and every time we could also see old lady Li's face that was so horrible that it was too horrible to be seen, and she would come to torment us every night. I really do not know when such a day is a head, I …… our family can not hold out, she even small children are not spared, I really do not know when such a day in the end is a head, if it is so over a lifetime, it is better to die of good …… "

Mr. room said said, can not help but sad from the heart, rustling fall tired.

"Mr. Room …… just your family do this horrible dream at night?" Wu Feng asked again.

"No …… not ……" Mr. Fang wiped the tears on his cheeks with his sleeve and continued, "It's not just our family, our real Xisipo s people sleep at night will have the same dream, this matter, privately I also asked, all the people are the same."