Horror: There is joy in the opening of the coffin, and the ball is brought to the end

Chapter 337 Real and Fake Children (33)

Song Ning died at the age of [-]. The records in the world record that he died suddenly at home. The real cause of his death was that his father misunderstood that his son was stealing and accidentally beat him to death. After causing a catastrophe, he hanged himself at home out of fear of guilt. His body was torn apart by unknown beasts that night, and the blood in the body was Disappeared and became a mummy.

After the text is the complete playback picture. In the picture, a cute little boy about two years old is walking on the bustling and noisy street with his head lowered, enduring the strange looks of adults and the ridicule of children.

"The Song family is famous for its tailors. When a baby is born, a dwarf takes care of it. If you want to ask for a good reason, you can cut cloth and make clothes." Everywhere the little boy Song Ning goes, such a poem written specifically to make fun of him will be heard.

Song Ning returned home depressed. His family was already eating around the table, but they did not leave a place for him.

His father Song Qingfeng's originally cheerful expression immediately darkened as soon as he saw Song Ning. He sternly scolded him for coming back too late and ordered him to go to the kitchen to eat. He was not allowed to serve on the table again.

Song Ning silently endured the ridicule from outsiders and the cold violence from his family. His father Song Qingfeng was a strict and face-saving person who often punished Song Ning physically for various trivial matters. Song Ning thought in his heart that his father treated him like this because he was a dwarf. Harsh and a far cry from how other siblings are treated.

One day, Song Qingfeng found his lost money bag in Song Ning's room, but there was a handful of money missing in it.

Song Qingfeng was so angry that he raised his sewing ruler and hit Song Ning angrily.

Song Ning dodged while crying: "Don't fight, don't fight, I didn't steal the money, I picked it up. The eldest brother took that sling of money away for medical treatment. He said he would explain it to you..."

"You still dare to lie. Your eldest brother said he didn't know you had a money bag. You still dare to falsely accuse your eldest brother of stealing money. Let's see if I don't break your legs today."

Song Qingfeng raised a tailor's ruler and hit Song Ning's small and thin body. Song Ning raised a pair of hateful eyes and did not hide or dodge. She squatted on the ground and let her father beat her. .

After a while, Song Qingfeng finally stopped and told Song Ning to go sleep in the woodshed. Seeing that he was not moving, Song Qingfeng reached out and turned over his son's motionless body.

Song Ning fell limply to the ground, his eyes widened with resentment and anger, his bleeding face caused Song Qingfeng to collapse on the ground, and the ruler in his hand dropped.

In the dark and silent room, a piece of white silk hung down.

Song Qingfeng stood under Bai Ling with an indifferent expression. He stepped on the step chair and stood up. He grabbed Bai Ling with both hands and stretched his neck into the rope loop. He kicked his feet and kicked a few times in the air.

He stuck out his long tongue and let out a desperate whimper in his throat...

Song Qingfeng hung himself under the beam.

In the quiet room, the swaying feet suddenly heard a "clucking" sound, and a small body weakly crawled out from the ground, climbed onto the step chair, and climbed onto Song Qingfeng's body.

A pair of resentful and angry eyes glowed red in the dark night, and he opened his bloody mouth toward Song Qingfeng's neck...

The next day, the Song family found a mummy hanging in Song Qingfeng's room. Soon after, the eldest brother of the Song family also died at home in the same way.

After watching this horrific information video, I was speechless for a long time.

"Why, were you scared out of your wits?" He Kaifeng hooked my shoulder and smiled sarcastically.

I was frightened by the horrifying scenes, and I was still angry at Brother Song's selfishness, and I also sneered at Song Qingfeng's stupid behavior of being overly aggressive and not trusting his son.

　The standard wooden ruler used by ancient tailors is about 33 centimeters long, 2 centimeters wide and 0 centimeters thick. The mahogany texture is extremely strong and hard. A sharp blow to the body or head can be fatal.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)