The Last Train to Hell

Lin Mian inside the coffin was covered in blood, and her originally white maternity dress had been dyed bright red.

Her ten fingers were all bloody, her eyes were wide open, staring at the sky, with a look of reluctance on her face.

The coffin lid was full of scratches, and everyone immediately understood what had happened.

In other words, it turned out that Lin Mian was not dead, but just faked his death. Later, when he woke up in the coffin, he found that he was locked in the coffin.

And there was no way that the woman who was nine months pregnant could push away this thick layer of earth.

There was silence all around, and the blind old man quickly asked what happened.

"The cover of this coffin is covered with fingernail scratches." A young man gritted his teeth and said with trembling.

When the blind old man heard what the young man said, his face turned pale with fright.

"We can't leave, we all have to die here."

The villagers were already superstitious, so they subconsciously stayed away from the coffin when they saw this scene.

One of the young men had a very bad temper, and when he saw this scene he spoke.

"I'm so scared. It's just a corpse. I'll go home and get gasoline to burn it clean."

Everyone saw that the blind old man didn't speak and was counting something on his fingers, so they acquiesced and let the young man go home to get gasoline.

It has to be said that the young man has great firepower. It would have taken more than half an hour for everyone to walk, but it only took him ten minutes to run back and forth, and he was still not out of breath.

Although this young man had a bad temper, when he was about to pour the gasoline, he still asked:

"Blind old man, you can just burn this thing, right?"

The blind old man nodded gloomily.

After seeing the old man's permission, he didn't hesitate. He poured out the bucket of gasoline, struck a match and threw it down.

In an instant, the fire ignited. Seeing the flames, everyone felt relieved. After all, fire has been able to give people a sense of security since ancient times.

"Zi la."

There was the sound of meat fat exploding from the fire.

When the women in the village heard this sound, they also understood something. Many of them bent down and retched. They usually just killed a chicken. They had never seen such a scene.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

At this time, a resentful cry came from the fire. Even though it was only noon and the sun was shining directly, when the cry sounded, everyone couldn't help but shudder.

"Mom, is this the ghost you've seen in the daylight?"

"Blind Master, what should we do?"

Everyone was talking about it for a while, and many women directly covered their children's ears.

"You come out in broad daylight to scare people. It's not us who killed you. If you cry too much, get out of the way! I'll work harder."

The young man with a fierce personality gritted his teeth and cursed, and at the same time picked up the unfinished gasoline.

He pushed away the person in front of him and threw the gasoline barrel directly into the fire.

"Bang."

There was a loud noise, and the flame grew another three inches.

At this time, the crying slowly stopped, and everyone let out a long sigh.

"Wang San, you are really committing a crime. Please surrender yourself now."

A woman who hugged her child tightly complained with a look of disgust.

"It's none of my business. She's not dead and she doesn't make a sound. If she wasn't dead, how could I have buried her?"

Wang San shook his head without hesitation and shied away the responsibility.

Jail? Don't even think about it. This is murder. It's not a matter of being locked up for a year or two. It might even be a shooting. Thinking of this, Wang San shook his head repeatedly.

At this time, an old man with a cane and a mean look on his face walked out, coughed slightly and then spoke.

"Okay, this matter is over like this. Anyway, Wang San bought this girl from outside. She doesn't even have a household registration. This matter is over like this."

The woman holding the child turned her head when she heard this. She originally wanted to say something, but she lowered her head and stopped talking.

This old man with a white beard is the mayor of this village. Now that he has spoken, she, a woman, does not dare to speak back.

After looking around for a week, the village chief found that no one contradicted him, so he nodded with satisfaction.

If this matter spreads, he will probably no longer be able to become the village chief.

Although it is only a small village of a hundred people, he can deduct some of the annual subsidy from it. He is very satisfied with his current life.

So it is impossible for everyone to expose this matter.

"From now on, no one should mention this matter again. Whoever brings it up will see if he gets any good results."

Wang San looked at the village chief with a grateful face. Although he was usually not very good, he came out to protect him at this time.

At this time, the flames gradually became smaller, and everyone looked directly at the flames, wanting to see how it burned.

The flames gradually disappeared, and a bright red coffin was revealed. The red color on the surface of the coffin became deeper, as if it was painted with blood.

"This, how is this possible?"

The young man with a fierce personality subconsciously took a few steps back.

What happened at this time was beyond his knowledge.

This is gasoline. Not to mention burning a person, even a pig would probably be burned.

The appearance of this scene made everyone present restless. This matter was beyond their understanding.

One of the young men walked towards the coffin cautiously, and when he looked down from above, he screamed in fear and then fainted.

Seeing this reaction, one of them gently pushed the fierce young man, motioning him to go over to see what was going on, and by the way, pull back the young man who had fainted next to the coffin.

At this time, there were so many people present, and even though it was such a strange thing, he didn't want to lose face, so he gritted his teeth and walked forward and looked into the coffin.

Lin Mian in the coffin was unharmed, and the ferocious expression on his face actually curled up the corners of his mouth, and his wide eyes seemed to be looking at him.

It seemed to be laughing at them for not knowing their own abilities.

He quickly stepped back a few steps, picked up the fainted young man and retreated to the back, with cold sweat on his forehead.

"What's going on?"

People around asked.

"She laughed!"

He was originally fearless, but now his lips were pale and his tone of voice was trembling slightly.

"What?"

The blind old man was more shocked than them. When he heard this, he fell to the ground.

He had never opened his eyes because of his blindness, but now his eyes were wide open, with only a white eyeball like a cooked fish.

"No, this won't work."