At the same time, as soon as my uncle came out of Chen Bing's house, he was so sleepy that he fell on the bed and fell asleep.

“Tick…tick…”

While he was half asleep and half awake, he always felt that something was dripping onto his face, dripping more and more, and dripping faster and faster.

It made him extremely annoyed.

He subconsciously reached out to wipe it, but he couldn't wipe it off. Not only that, his hands felt extremely sticky, and a strong smell of blood hit him in the face.

"Huh? What the hell?"

Realizing something was wrong, he woke up suddenly and turned on the light in confusion.

"ah!!!!!"

Screams broke through the sky, and he was scared to death by the scene in front of him.

A white figure was pressed tightly against the ceiling, with a head of ridiculously long black hair hanging low, almost within his reach.

The figure's face could not be seen clearly, and her blood was flowing from her eyes like water.

With a loud splash, the entire bed sheet was dyed red in an instant!

But the uncle recognized this person at a glance. It was Chen Bing's mother, his sister-in-law, Widow Chen!

It was precisely because I recognized him that I was particularly frightened.

"You...you...ghost...ghost"

He talked for a long time but still couldn't utter a complete sentence, and his whole body was shaking like a sieve.

Widow Chen suddenly raised her head slowly, staring at him with a pair of sinister eyes.

Its mouth stretched all the way to the back of its ears, and it opened its bloody mouth wide, ready to bite him.

"ah!"

"Bang…"

There was a loud noise.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly yelling?"

When the uncle's son heard the screams, he broke open the door and rushed in, looking at him with a worried look on his face.

The uncle seemed to have found his backbone when he saw his son. He pointed at the ceiling and said: "Widow Chen has come back to life! She is right here. Quick, tell the master to take her away!"

The son looked at his unconscious father in confusion.

He looked at the empty ceiling again and suspected that his father was having a nightmare.

I even reached out to touch his forehead to see if he had a fever.

He touched her and said, "Dad, what nonsense are you talking about! There's no one here! How could my aunt be resurrected?"

The daughter-in-law also said: "Yes, Dad, did you stay up too late tonight? That's why you have hallucinations."

But the uncle slapped his son's hand away and pointed at the ceiling stubbornly.

Just as I was about to say something, I found that there was indeed nothing on the ceiling.

He rubbed his eyes hard, but when he opened them again there was still nothing.

He couldn't help but doubt himself and kept shaking his head to try to wake himself up.

But I didn't see that figure.

Is it really a case of guilty conscience? Or is it an illusion?

He relaxed and kicked his son and daughter-in-law out.

He fell back onto the bed, his mind replaying what had happened before, unable to fall asleep.

He muttered softly, as if talking to himself, but also as if talking to someone else.

"Sister-in-law, please be magnanimous and forgive me. I didn't do this alone, so don't look for me if you want to find someone! I've taken care of you for so many years, it's time to get some interest!"

After saying this, he seemed to have convinced himself and slowly fell asleep.

He didn't notice that after his son left, a corpse with a pale face and hatred in its eyes was lying quietly beside his pillow.

The corpse's pale, dead fish eyes stared at him intently, a creepy smile appeared at the corner of its mouth, and it raised its pale hand, with its nails growing wildly.

The uncle who was sleeping seemed to sense something was wrong and suddenly felt a chill on his back.

He couldn't help but cross his arms, closed his eyes and turned around, so that his face was face to face with the corpse.

Suddenly he felt very cold, so cold that his teeth kept chattering, and he couldn't help but open his eyes.

In an instant

His pupils suddenly constricted and his mouth opened wide, but no words came out.

The scream was strangled in the female corpse's throat. She stared at her uncle, and the resentment in her body was so thick that it almost drowned the two of them.

He kept pressing with his fingernails, and after a short while, the uncle felt a sharp pain in his neck and a feeling of suffocation spread throughout his body.

His eyes almost popped out of their sockets from the intense pain, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from the cold, stiff, pale hand on his neck.

He gradually stopped struggling, his body became stiff, and the blood in his body solidified.

But the hatred in the female corpse's eyes still could not fade away. She did not fly away in disgust until she had strangled his neck completely.

…

The next day

Qi Ling and the other two were living in Chen Bing's house. They were woken up early in the morning by the sudden sound of mourning.

Seeing Chen Bing hurriedly running out without even putting on his clothes, Si Yu hurriedly asked, "Brother Bing, why are you going out again?"

"Oh! My uncle died, I have to go and check on the situation." Chen Bing looked heavy-hearted.

Although his uncle's son asked him to take care of his mother first, how could he not care about her? He was his own uncle!

"What? Someone died in the village again?" Hearing this, Si Yu lost all sleepiness and was shocked.

So this is what Master Qi said, we’ll know tomorrow?

Did she know something was going to happen?

"Wait for me, I'll go with you"

Si Yu felt that this matter was not that simple, so he quickly got up from the quilt and followed Chen Bing out.

Qi Ling had been waiting at the door long ago, and was not surprised to see the two of them at this moment.

She looked at Chen Bing with a complicated expression, "Do you respect your uncle very much?"

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