She closed her eyes, her soul sinking, as if she was sinking into a bottomless pool. In a trance, she seemed to feel a hand trembling to explore her heart. Her hand was cold, colder than her dying hand. A sudden shrill voice seemed to be calling her in her ears, gradually moving away from her heavy rain, and I can't hear it anymore...

"Huh!" Jun Feise opened her eyes suddenly with sweat on her head.

She had a nightmare again!

Recently, she has had similar nightmares these days. The content of the dream is like a bloody eight o'clock drama, which makes her feel heartbroken every time she wakes up.

Master, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have played the fairy tale master-apprentice abuse dramas, so I thought about it every day and dreamed about it at night, and I was stabbed in the dream one after another...

She subconsciously raised her hand to pat her little heart that was still tightening into a ball, but something was pressing on her arm, which made her arm numb.

Tang Bao got into her arms and went to bed again?

Soup dumplings are the ragdoll cat she raises. They are a standard foodie. They weigh ten pounds. They like to drill into her bed in the middle of the night and use her arms as a pillow.

"Start up." She wanted to push it away.

She felt something was wrong with this push. The touch under her hands was not the soft fur of the soup dumpling, but the smooth hair. She touched a face downwards-

!!!

She was refreshed in an instant! She opened her eyes quickly, but it was dark in front of her, and she could not see her five fingers when she reached out.

Where is this?

"Fei'er! Mother Fei'er, don't nail the coffin, don't nail the coffin, let me take a look at her again..." The woman's crying outside was heartbreaking.

Accompanied by the crying sound of a thumping wood above Jun Feise's head.

Nail coffin?!

Jun Feise quickly reached out and touched it. The surroundings were cramped and narrow, and what he could touch was the rough wooden wall.

coffin!

She immediately got cold sweat, and didn't care why she was here, so she slapped the lid of the coffin above with her hands: "Hey, I'm not dead yet! Don't nail it! Don't nail it!"

Only then did she realize that her voice was hoarse, as if she had been choked by water.

There was a sudden silence outside, and the knocking sound stopped.

Jun Feise was happy, and continued to shoot.

"No, I'm going to lift the corpse! Cruel to death! Cruel to death!"

"Burn it! Burn it later! Don't let her get rid of the corpse and harm people."

"Hurry, go and prepare tinea wood..." The footsteps outside were chaotic, and the sound of nailing the coffin became even more urgent.

Jun Feise: "..."

She didn't care about anything anymore, and breathed a sigh of relief, and kicked her feet upwards!

"Kala!" The coffin lid above his head flew out with several coffin nails. The skylight poured in. Jun Feise breathed lightly and sat up suddenly.

"I'm a zombie!"

"Help!"

I don’t know who shouted in shock, and everyone scattered the birds and beasts.

Jun Feise sat in the coffin and saw only a few people running out of the back of their heads...

The yellow mud wall, the log table, the ground, and even the coffin lying beneath her was poplar. The coffin board was as thin as a punch to pound a hole. No wonder she kicked the coffin lid away with one kick. The coffin was so simple, like a paper.
Chapter completed!