Buried ghosts, ghost marriage contracts

The truth is, the truth is that the truth is not true.

[If you want your family, commit suicide]

This line of words was written on the bloody door panel,

and only I could see it, there was no doubt that it was directed at me.

I stood at the door and watched for a long time, and couldn't help but sneered,

Suicide?

You can't use Qi Qi to kill me,

You don't dare to touch the bad luck of the ghost wife, but you design me to commit suicide?

This is indeed a good idea, using my family to make me compromise.

I am afraid this is his second move. He had thought of this move when he switched my family.

His first move was to use Qi Qi. When Qi Qi failed, he would use the second move to use my family to force me to surrender.

He wanted to kill me, but he couldn't do it himself.

Because he couldn't beat the ghost wife, so he made such a good life.

Bang! I hit the line of words with a stick.

Let me commit suicide in your dreams, if I die, I will definitely drag him down with me!

Commit suicide just because of this sentence?

It is simply the stupidest idea.

First of all, the safety of my mother and sister is not yet certain. Secondly, if I die, will he definitely let my family go?

This is a sentence without any basis. If he brought my family to me, I might still hesitate for a second or two.

Just relying on this sentence can only make me want to kill him more.

He is really shameless. He can't beat my wife and just kidnapped my family. He has no moral integrity.

I was so angry that I picked up the ghost bone and smashed the door of my house.

The Taoist priest watched from the side and dared not say anything. In his eyes, my actions were very strange.

Sometimes I said something was written on the door, and sometimes I talked to myself.

I suddenly smashed the door again.

"Hey, are you possessed?".

I took a deep breath: "It's okay, but I need you to do me a favor."

"Help? What favor?" The Taoist priest was puzzled.

I leaned over and whispered in the Taoist priest's ear.

The Taoist priest's expression changed from suspicion to solemn, unbelievable, and he repeatedly asked:

"Are you sure?".

"I have no other way out, I have to do this, will you help me?".

The Taoist priest was a little embarrassed: "I still have business here. I have wasted a lot of time coming here for a few days."

"These things around you are a little too dangerous."

I rolled my eyes at him. As long as the problem can be solved with money, it is not a problem.

"Stay with me for a few days for 10,000 yuan, will you do it?"

The Taoist's eyes suddenly became determined:

"Brother Zhang, no matter where you go, no matter what you want me to do, just tell me. My life is yours for the next few days."

I turned my head and showed a sneaky smile.

I hope he won't regret it. After all, my money is not so easy to make.

The Taoist: "Brother Zhang, what do you want me to do now? I'll do whatever you want."

I carried the stick and walked to a place with a purpose: "Go buy medicine."

Soon I returned home with a bag of things.

Although the door was broken, it could still be used when it was laid down.

We spent the next time at home.

A day went by quickly.

At dinner, I asked the Taoist to buy two bottles of wine, one for each person.

After drinking one bottle, my head was confused, my mind was floating, and I was much bolder.

I walked back to the room with weak steps.

The Taoist priest stayed in the main room as we had agreed before.

He still put a spell on the door of the main room, locked the door and guarded inside.

After everything was ready, the Taoist priest looked at my room with some curiosity:

"Why did he buy so many hemostatic drugs and bandages?"

"No one was injured? For future use?"

"Then why did he let me guard the door now? And no matter what sound was made, I couldn't go in."

"Strange.....

Although he was curious, he would not cross the agreement.

I was the only one in the room.

I locked the door and placed the things I needed on the table one by one.

Medical gauze, medical tape, alcohol, hemostatic drugs, etc.

There was also a shiny dagger.

If you don't know, you might think these things were for kidneys.

But in fact, it was suicide.

It's not suicide just to meet that person, the ghost wife who I can't understand.

The ghost wife is indispensable for what I have to do next.

Now I am alone.

Even if I can't accept what the ghost wife did,

But there is no doubt that I can't get away from her, and she can't get away from me.

I owe her back. She protected me for seventeen years, didn't she? She killed everyone for me, didn't she?

In this case, I have to bear the responsibility for what she did.

The two of us have always been one.

Although the ghost wife is not a human, I feel the need to tell her.

This is also a bold attempt to actively let the ghost wife show up.

Last time, it was considered a success, although I was slapped.

The ghost wife usually appears to help me avenge after I am injured.

As for whether she will help me avenge after death, I don’t know.

But if I die for my own reasons, the ghost wife should not take action.

Otherwise, the Taoist in white would not waste this thought to let me commit suicide.

There are many mysteries about me, and there are also mysteries about the ghost wife. I don’t know if I can successfully communicate with her this time.

I counted the things I need again.

As a veteran of second suicide, I know what I need for suicide.

The first suicide was purely my luck that I was discovered early.

Otherwise, the infection of the wound alone would be enough for me.

This time, I can’t be careless.

I disinfected the dagger first, then prepared the medical cotton cloth and hemostatic drugs.

Took a deep breath before putting the dagger on the throat.

The wound on the throat is not there yet, so I will cut another place this time.

Actually, I really want to leave this kind of thing to professionals.

I can't do it myself.

I can't tell others. Can I go to the hospital and tell the doctor to cut my neck?

I'm so happy that the doctor didn't give me a sedative.

I shook my head to get rid of some messy thoughts.

What if I cut too hard or cut the wrong place? I really pray that I can only be reborn better in the next life.

I closed my eyes and adjusted my breathing.

In my heart, I comforted myself that there was only one chance, only one chance.

The cold dagger blade was pressed against it, and the skin was cut open little by little with the ruthless force.

I could feel warm liquid flowing out of my neck...hiss...it really hurts...

I gritted my teeth and increased my hand movements again, and the wound suddenly became bigger...

My hands were shaking a little,

Was the cut too deep? Did I cut the wrong place?

Just as I was thinking and hesitating,

The light in the room suddenly flashed, and flashed four times in a row,

With a bang, the light bulb broke.

As the cold wind blew in the room with the doors and windows closed, the room returned to darkness,

I quickly put down the dagger and wrapped the prepared hemostatic bandage around it,

I wondered in my heart, did it work?