Touching the grave and shocking the marriage, the coffin man came up on the couch

Chapter 11 The Lonely Grave, the Coffin

Before Leng Ran could react, one of his blood-stained hands grabbed Leng Ran's throat...

All of a sudden, Leng Ran felt her breathing was stagnant, and her throat felt dry, cold, and uncomfortable.

Sweat slowly covered the smooth forehead, dripped down the eyebrows and long eyelashes, and then dripped into the eye sockets.

Although his body was so frightened that he became stiff, Leng Ran still stared at the bloody head of Feng Liu who rolled down not far from him.

Tell yourself slowly, let yourself calm down, calm down.

For so many years, she followed her grandma all over the cemetery. Although she didn't get any teaching from her grandma, Leng Ran could restrain herself more or less, so she forced herself to close her eyes, not to be fascinated by everything in front of her.

Grandma once said that the cemetery is the most likely to be restless, and if her will is not strong enough, her soul will be hooked and swallowed by ghosts.

Closing her eyes, she slowly felt as cold as water, and after three quarters of an hour, she slowly opened her eyes.

"Leng girl, are you okay? You're almost done, so we can go down the mountain."

A familiar voice sounded beside him, and Leng Ran looked up and saw Huo De's anxious expression.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that she just met a ghost.

Nodding quickly, he glanced at Shen Fengxian with a dignified expression, and began to block the black hole with the mud.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got close to the black hole, a strange clicking sound could be heard faintly, and as Leng Ran kept approaching... the sound became louder.

Leng Ran only felt that her scalp was numb, this feeling...

Tiredly rubbing his temples, Leng Ran kept telling himself not to be distracted, so he just lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the ground, only to see that there was so much red liquid flowing on the ground, and the liquid flowed continuously, as if A wriggling red poisonous snake.

Feeling the strangeness of this blood, Leng Ran's face turned pale, and she shrank in a daze.

The strange sound of gnawing on the coffin became more and more strange, filling Leng Ran's mind.

Then, she saw a scene that terrified her...

The tomb in front of him, like a puffed bedding, slowly, slowly swelled up!

The thing buried above suddenly rolled out continuously, slowly revealing a dark corner, that is... a corner of the coffin!
With the continuous tumbling, the faint sandalwood smell became more and more intense, and a corner of the coffin also slowly expanded, and then the whole coffin appeared.

"This is... a coffin?"

The two men behind them were already trembling with fright, their legs were already trembling, and they didn't even have the energy to run in the corner.

"Ran'er, quick, quick Sammy, quick!"

Lying on the grass, Shen Fengxian, unable to move, roared out without knowing where he got the strength.

The cold feeling spread from the fingertips to the atrium. Hearing grandma's voice, Leng Ran shuddered suddenly. Her small face was frighteningly white, and those dark eyes were full of fear. But in the end, the desire to survive overcame everything. She quickly stood up, quickly picked up the cloth bag on the ground, took out the glutinous rice inside and sprinkled it along the coffin, and stretched out her hand to control the tottering coffin that rolled out of the soil.

Suddenly, Leng Ran frowned, and when she looked at her fair fingers again, the bright red blood flowed down with her fingers, dripping on the pitch-black coffin.

(End of this chapter)