Slide 484
After being washed, the bride looked much better, but her thin face could not be made up.
The two village wives whispered in her ears, and they were probably living a good life after they were married.
But the bride did not react at all to what they said.
The two village women smirked when the other party ignored them, and then left.
Sitting there, the bride sat silently, looking at something on the table with numb eyes.
A sharp pair of scissors that I forgot to take away.
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The wound was a bit deep, but the bride seemed to be relieved, lying on her face, letting the blood slowly flow out of her wound.
For her, this seemed to be a good thing, and even a smile similar to that of the bridegroom appeared on the corner of her mouth.
However, the next moment, the scream broke the rare tranquility, a little girl with croissants rushed out, regardless of the food in her hand, she just threw it away and called the adult.
In this rare and quiet house, it became lively again.
It's just that this time of excitement, I brought some other things.
The man who wanted to die, survived.
Living like a walking corpse, like a dead fellow.
Sometimes, your submission is not necessarily in exchange for hope. On the contrary, it is more likely to fall into deeper despair.
The men who had coveted women for a long time finally found an opportunity and started.
At first, only a few people knew about it, but gradually, in the small village, everyone knew about it cryptically.
Later, in the end, even the women in the village knew about it.
Contempt and greed swept her together.
Women have become the smallest existence in this village.
The only one, the girl with croissants, always come to play with her from time to time, adding sunshine to her gloomy life.
Disasters and disasters always happen one after another.
The continuous heavy rains caused the worried villagers to think of offering sacrifices to the Dragon King, but there was no conclusion about whose children were used to sacrifice.
Finally, I didn't know who it was, and suddenly raised the girl with croissants.
The little girl was also born by a woman who was tricked from outside the village.
Now that the woman is dead, the little girl's father doesn't care about her.
When he heard that the little girl was chosen as a sacrifice to the Dragon King, he not only did not stop it, but instead obtained a lot of benefits.
Three days later, the little girl with croissants was taken to sacrifice to the Dragon King, when the woman did not know.
The woman knew what was going on in the village at the time, but she hated the village and the people here, so naturally it was impossible to go and watch.
I don't know if it is really useful to worship the Dragon King, and it won't rain anymore in the next few days.
It wasn't until the woman hadn't seen the little girl for a few days that she knew what had happened.
She was a little unstable, she ran all the way to the waterside where the Dragon King was worshipped, and she kept scanning in the deep water, her eyes flushed with red eyes trying to find the little girl.
She didn't know if it was God's pity, she finally found the little girl.
It was just a soaked, swollen and whitish corpse.
The little girl split her fingers and seemed to have struggled hard. She might even look forward to her aunt who she usually visits to save herself.
But until she died, she didn't wait.
The woman was desperate, and the only sunshine in her life disappeared in a blink of an eye.
What made her even more desperate was that she was pregnant.
The nominal husband is a dead person, but she, a widow, is pregnant without knowing the father of the child.
The women in the village looked at her with hatred, because her child's father is unknown, and everyone in the village is possible, perhaps the man in the family.
The men stared at her with exploring eyes, as if they wanted to know who the child's father was.
A widowhood woman is pregnant, no matter when it is, it is a matter of shame to the people in the village.
Finally, there was another round of discussions in the village.
The men felt that they could stay, but the women said righteously that this kind of women who do not obey women's ways are not worthy to live.
The men had a guilty conscience, and now the women say so again, and finally reluctantly take a step back.
The woman can die, but the child must live, after all, that is the blood of the people in the village.
In order to make the woman die, the women gritted their teeth and agreed, but secretly they still did it.
The woman was desperate and gave birth to a baby boy in more than eight months. But before the baby was born, the delivery person covered her nose and mouth and left silently.
Although the woman is confused, she still sees all this.
She didn't feel angry, but as if finally relieved, she fell asleep with a smile on her face.
The villagers found a lone grave at random during her drowsiness, dug it open, and opened the somewhat dilapidated coffin. After smelling a strong rotten smell, they didn’t look at what was inside, and directly took the woman who was sleeping. Tucked it in and nailed the coffin.
The sound of ping-pong nails awakened the sleeping woman.
She endured the tearing pain and raised her hand to touch what was in front of her. At first she might not understand what it was, but the smell of rotten quickly eroded her nose and mouth.
She finally realized something.
Crazy and desperately flapping the coffin board.
However, the only thing in exchange was that the people outside moved faster. After the last nail was driven in, the outside finally returned to silence.
What brings women is deeper despair.
She began to curse those people, cursing them.
This is something that a woman has never done before, but now she has done it all, probably because people are dying, and a lot of things that are held in her heart are spoken all at once.
There was only a rustling sound of burying in the soil outside, a little bit, slowly buried, and finally there was no sound.
The whole world is quiet again.
The woman was sweating, breathing hard and constantly, but her eyes became confused.
The limited air in the coffin, coupled with other scents mixed in here, made her thinking become chaotic.
In the end, the hand slapped the coffin board heavily and couldn't lift it anymore.
Despair spread in the coffin.
The existence that has been ignored finally sent out an invitation.
"It's cold." Someone whispered in her ear.
The woman also shivered for a while, and seemed to start to feel cold.
But she didn't feel that the owner of that voice really existed, only that she had hallucinations before she died.
"Do you want to become warmer?" The man asked softly again.
The woman's cold teeth began to tremble, and her head nodded unconsciously.
A satisfying chuckle sounded, and a white and delicate hand was like an ice cube, resting on her shoulder, exhaling cold air in her ear, and whispering.
"You will be warm soon... as long as you can be with me."