The back of my back sank, and when I noticed it, my heart also hit rock bottom.

"Xiaoyang! Do you know that if you return Yang this time, you will kill us!" Dad's voice suddenly sounded from behind me, his voice was weak, as if he was going through some painful torture. "You just

If we go back like this, what will your mother and I experience? Can you imagine it?"

I remained silent, forcing myself to focus on the chicken neck and not pay attention to the 'dad' behind me. However, every word he said was burned into my heart, and the curse that had already been put down was burned into my heart.

One thing once again became an obstacle in my heart, and I couldn't get it out or let it go.

Suddenly, all the negative emotions in my heart began to gradually appear.

'He' seemed to have sensed my wavering, and continued to say more vigorously: "If you just go back like this, your mother and I will definitely die badly, and our bodies will be missing! The curse has been said by King Yama."

Really, if you can't find a way to crack it, then everything is over...

Do you want to see your mother, me, your sisters, and even the good friends around you die tragically in front of you before you would be happy?! Can you be satisfied just by stepping on our corpses?

!" The 'him' behind him became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice became terrifying, as if he would not stop until I looked back.

I didn't respond to him, but I was thinking carefully about what "he" said in my mind. "He" was right, almost every sentence hit the mark.

Suddenly, a fear from the bottom of my heart began to envelope me. Many people said that the horrifying things on the Internet were summarized by patients with persecutory delusions, but I didn’t think so.

In fact, as long as you keep imagining the worst side of everything, you will find that this thing can be so terrifying.

It's like a story I've seen before: Acde and four people celebrated B's birthday and bought a birthday cake from the cake shop. During the patty period, according to common sense, it is normal to put cream on a friend's face, even if the cake is completely

It's okay to cover a friend's face as long as the relationship is strong.

So, after clinking the wine glasses, A pressed B onto the cake as a joke. After B's face was completely buried in the cake, he stopped moving and blood gurgled out of the cake.

b is dead!

Because on the tray at the bottom of the cake, the cake chef of that store fixed the cake so that it would not move around in the box and be squeezed and deformed. Therefore, six long thorns were fixed on the tray of each cake, and then the cake was

Fork it into the long thorns to fix it.

Seeing this, have you started to think, who is the murderer? Is it the cake maker who put the thorns? Or is it the a who pressed the b into the cake?

Haha, who knows? All I know is: if you keep thinking the worst about something, it will definitely become extremely bad! All kinds of accidents that are simply impossible will appear in your imagination.

What if I really can't find a way to break the curse? What if my parents and friends are all implicated because of me?

Gradually, the strength of my grip on the chicken's neck became much smaller, and my eyes became dull and hollow. Everything around me began to become blurry, whether it was the whistling of the wind or the muffled sound of the black-bone chicken's claws touching the ground.

Can't even hear clearly.

"Come on, come on, come with me, don't torture your loved ones anymore. In fact, you are also afraid. Come on, come to my arms, I will protect you, I will accept you."

Suddenly, an extremely gentle voice sounded in my mind. The voice was like the singing of an oriole standing on a wicker, crisp and clear to the ears.

When that sound falls into people's hearts, it immediately turns into a mass of gossip, causing ripples in the body.

I sank, sank into that voice. The voice was as gentle as water, making it impossible to ignore it.

Murong Zhen, who was riding on another black-bone chicken, saw that I looked wrong. His face immediately darkened. After lowering his head and silently reciting a few words, he bit the pulp of his middle finger, and blood immediately came out. He condensed on the pulp of his finger.

The first drop of blood that came out was thrown towards me, and he shouted: "Duanmu Yang! Wake up! Stop thinking!"

Bang - the drop of blood flew accurately between my eyebrows and gradually seeped into it.

But the moment the blood droplets blended in, a few wisps of black smoke came out from my forehead, consuming it.

"Daddy!" Lingdang turned to look at me and shouted nervously. However, his voice was drowned, and there was only that gentle voice in my mind at this time.

"Come down, Duanmu Yang, follow me." The voice continued, and I seemed to be stunned. I actually let go of my hands and wanted to jump off the chicken's back.

Lingdang was frightened. She grabbed my sleeve and cried, "Daddy, don't scare Lingdang. Wake up quickly."

Murong Zhen's face became even more gloomy. He slapped the black chicken on the head, causing the running direction of the black chicken to deviate slightly and move closer to the bell.

In order to prevent the two black-bone chickens from colliding with each other, Murong Zhen pressed his feet against the belly of our black-bone chicken.

He looked at my face and said, "Xiao Yang was disturbed by the yin energy around him, and then he was overwhelmed by the darkness in his heart."

There were two traces of tears on Ling Dang's face, and the smile of the past was gone.

I looked at their sad faces and wanted to speak, but my throat seemed to be mute and I couldn't speak.

Although I still have a little bit of consciousness, the voice in the back of my mind is constantly tempting me. Even though I know that the voice is just a Pandora's box, beautiful on the surface and dark on the inside. But I can't resist the uncontrollable movement of my hands and feet towards that box.

The sound is gone.

"No, I can't leave with you yet! I want to go back! I want to return the favor! Sister is still waiting for the soul in my hand!" I started to struggle, trying to resist the intoxicating voice.

The voice was still gentle as always: "Come with me quickly, follow me, everyone will be safe and happy, but you will only bring back misfortune."

"No no no...ah!"

A stinging pain from a needle tortured my sensory nerves. I held my head in pain, hoping that the pain would be alleviated.

But the pain didn't stop for a moment, it was still tormenting me.

Suddenly, I couldn't bear it anymore and I fainted.

I don't know how long I had been asleep, but I was awakened by a pain in my arm. "Ah--" I screamed strangely and got up from the table.

Bell was like a puppy, biting my arm hard. Seeing that I woke up, he let go of the 'fat' in his mouth, hugged me with a smile on his face and said, "Daddy, you

I’m scared to death of Bell Ding.”
Chapter completed!