This hatred is truly immense.
Perhaps it's just a matter between the two families.
The fat man was now sweating profusely, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably.
Just then, the chain shattered right in front of me.
Those broken iron chains were scattered everywhere.
I had a bad feeling. If these chains break, the guy inside might come out.
"Retreat quickly!"
I had barely finished speaking, and before I could even pull the older women away, the woman inside the coffin sat up abruptly.
His hair was disheveled, his skin was almost dark green, and his eyes, which had been tightly closed, were now open, but there were no eyeballs.
No one could resist this look.
"Mother!"
The fat man screamed hysterically when he saw the female ghost.
The woman was stunned: "Brother, what's going on? Is it his mother?"
"You all step back!"
I didn't answer; the fat man was probably screaming in fright.
He even called her "Mom" out.
I pulled the older woman behind me, and just as I was about to deal with the fat man, I discovered that he had already fainted.
What just happened was a nightmare for the fat man, so it's normal that he couldn't stand it.
The female ghost is becoming increasingly terrifying, with an evil aura emanating from her body!
My scalp was taut, and every cell in my body was on high alert.
I gripped the Thunderstrike Sword and thrust it directly at the female corpse, but things weren't quite as I had imagined.
I thought it would be a long and complicated process, but I never expected that when the sword was plunged into the woman's chest, it would all be over!
The female corpse was completely bound by my sword and couldn't move at all.
"Strange! That chain from earlier was definitely there. Those bound by that kind of chain cannot be reincarnated, and their resentment is extremely strong!"
I frowned as I looked at the motionless corpse; this was completely different from what I had imagined.
In my imagination, a body stabbed like that would hardly change at all.
The female corpse's strength, honed by centuries of resentment, must have become extremely terrifying.
Although I have made great progress, I don't think I can achieve this.
Therefore, the only explanation is that the female corpse was extremely weak.
"Strike while the iron is hot" has always been my motto. While the corpse was unable to move, I took out the talisman and set up a formation.
The older woman next to them was also very helpful, quickly stepping forward to assist.
With our combined efforts, the corpse began to dissipate at a visible speed.
In the end, only the clothes were left.
"Brother, isn't this a bit too simplistic?"
The older woman curled her lip upon seeing this.
The woman had just sensed extreme danger, and the current situation did indeed make her feel that something was amiss.
I picked up the broken pieces of chain from the ground and smelled them: "It is indeed the Soul-Binding Chain! But why is the power of that corpse so weak?"
I'm a bit puzzled. If you're bound by this thing, your power will increase exponentially once you break free. That's the result of years of resentment.
Judging from the style of the corpse, it's probably about 100 years old.
It's something that's been terrifying for over 100 years.
Once this accumulated resentment is released, it will grow exponentially.
When that time comes, even if I and the old lady join forces, we won't be a match for them.
"There are two possibilities. The first possibility is that the corpse is unwilling to attack us!"
The second possibility is that someone removed the resentment that had been sealing away the corpse beforehand!
I wiped the lightning sword in my hand and mentioned two possibilities.
The first possibility, in particular, is something I find hard to understand.
"You're unwilling to lay a hand on us? Is it because of you or because of me?"
The woman paused for a moment.
I was stumped by the older woman's question.
Because we are both special, the old lady herself has an inseparable bond with the people in this house.
As for my words, they were approved by the eagle owl.
"Perhaps we both have it?"
I shook my head. In any case, the two of us managed to deal with this troublesome corpse together.
"Alright, let's wake this kid up quickly, he can't stay asleep like this!"
I squatted down next to the fat man and slapped his chubby cheek.
Unexpectedly, after the fat man sat up abruptly, two streams of tears flowed down his face.
Then the fat man looked at the coffin, inside which was only that set of red clothes.
"Sir, where's my mom?"
The fat man exclaimed.
"Your mother? You mean the person lying in the coffin is your mother?"
Even I, who am usually so calm, am starting to feel a little unsettled!
We just determined that this body is at least 100 years old, and now the fat man is telling me that the one lying inside is his mother?
"Yes! That's my mom!" The fat man nodded vigorously, then took out his phone from his pocket and opened the photo album.
"Look, this is my mom! Doesn't she look exactly like the one from before?"
The fat man could no longer control his emotions.
She burst into tears!
I was speechless. I thought the fat man had screamed for his mother in fear, but it turns out he really did run into her!
I looked at the photo album; it was a family photo with a little boy in it, which I guessed was the chubby man.
The place the fat man was pointing to did indeed have two rather beautiful women, one of whom looked exactly like the female corpse from earlier.
However, when I shifted my gaze to the beautiful woman next to me, I was completely stunned.
"Brother, you've really found your second spring! The girls in those pictures are gorgeous!"
"That's what the older woman joked."
Who is this woman?
I pointed at the fat man, my voice trembling.
Because the woman next to her looks exactly like the woman in the coffin in the cellar!
I can tell that this is the same person!
"This is my aunt! Didn't I tell the old man before? My mother is actually like a servant!"
My aunt worked for my mother, and later, after my father married my mother, my aunt moved in with them!
The fat man hasn't realized the seriousness of the situation yet, and has simply given me a brief account of what happened.
"My aunt was indeed very beautiful, but like my mother, she passed away when I was very young!"
As the fat man finished speaking, he wiped away his tears with his fat hand again.
"I told you two before that there's a coffin in Fatty's cellar, and the woman inside looks exactly like your aunt!"
I tried my best to calm myself down.
"Ah! There's my aunt's body under that guesthouse?"
The fat man exclaimed.
I find it hard to believe that such a coincidence could happen.
That corpse was at least a hundred years old.
How old is the fat man's mother?
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