C1 Curse

In the deepest part of the Old Mountain Range, there was a cursed log cabin.

The Cursed Hut was, to put it bluntly, a place for cursing. Legend has it that only people with deep grudges can find it.

No one could escape the curse of the cabin, not even the gods.

At this moment, the door of the Cursed House was wide open, and a black shadow was kneeling on it.

"Have you made up your mind?"

"Yes."

The shadow said to itself.

He recited in a low voice, and his voice was filled with bloody hatred:

"I curse everyone in Ding City and Shan Family — No! Damn! Good! "Die!"

In the thick black smoke, there was a wild laugh.

Ding City, Shan Family.

Shan Family: Today, I'm going to get married.

The one he married was the eldest son of Mistress Yang, Yang Qingheng.

Yang Qingheng was the most promising young man on Ten Li Street. At such a young age, he had already entered the Han Forest Courtyard and became the youngest bachelor of the Han Forest Courtyard.

But the bride, Shan Yunong, was not on the couch but was locked in the woodshed.

Shan Yunong had been locked up in the woodshed for months: crippled, bruised and bloody.

Because of the happy occasion today, they were all in a hurry to snatch the candy, the door was only half-way in. Shan Yunong took the opportunity to pry open the window with her wooden stick. The back of her hand was slapping the door so hard that it was dripping with blood.

As expected of her, the door was finally pushed open.

Shan Yunong, limping one foot, pushed open the door of the woodshed.

She staggered slowly towards the hall.

She was going to find Yang Qingheng — if Qingheng's brother knew the truth, he would save her.

She wanted to tell everyone: Her cousin Shan Haidie swapped posts and pretended to be a bride!

"Oh no, Shan Yunong has escaped!"

In the courtyard, Second Uncle Shan Family was the first to see Shan Yunong.

Shan Yunong endured the pain and quickened her pace, but her father Shan Chaifeng led her and blocked her way back.

Pow!

Shan Chaifeng raised his hand and slapped Shan Yunong. Shan Yunong was sent flying and hit the wall hard with the back of her head.

"Bitch, you want to ruin the wedding!" Shan Chaifeng kicked him hard again, "Do you think that by escaping, you can stop this marriage?! "In your dreams!"

After being imprisoned for such a long time, Shan Yunong was already extremely weak. She spat out a mouthful of thick blood.

"Father!" She endured the pain, calling out to him in despair and hope.

Shan Chaifeng acted as if he didn't hear her, he forcefully turned towards Shan Yunong and told her in a low voice, "Give up, your mother's dowry for you has already become Haidie's dowry! What use is there for you to live in this world! "Go to hell!"

He hated her so much that it pierced his heart.

This was her father!

Shan Yunong cursed angrily, "The tiger poison is not yet ready to eat. Shan Chaifeng, you have been blinded by the lard and is about to give birth to your descendant! Do you really think that Shan Family will treat you well?! You will die a horrible death! Everyone in Shan Family will die a horrible death! "

Shan Chaifeng raged and grabbed Shan Yunong's neck, "You dare to scold laozi!? I knew it was useless to keep a dog like you, as cheap as your mother! "

Shan Yunong's shout completely alarmed the guests in the courtyard.

"Uncle."

A clear cry interrupted everything.

It was Yang Qingheng.

Shan Yunong's blood-red eyes flashed with hope.

Yang Qingheng frowned impatiently.

If it wasn't for the noise from Shan Yunong that alarmed all the guests, Yang Qingheng wouldn't want to participate. He knew what the Shan Family was doing. But he didn't like the idea of people ruining his wedding.

Yang Qingheng strode forward with Shan Haidie following closely behind.

Shan Yunong stared hopefully at Yang Qingheng. "Big brother Qingheng, save me — they lied to you, I am the bride of Yang Family!"

At that time, Shan Yunong had saved Yang Qingheng's mother Mrs. Yang's life, so Yang Family had agreed to follow Shan Family's marriage. Otherwise, how could his Shan Family have reached such heights?

The disgust on Yang Qingheng's face became thicker and thicker.

He gently put his arm around Shan Haidie's waist without losing his elegance. "I'm sorry, Miss Shan. I thought I said it clearly enough, that I like Haidie. Why are you pestering me like this? "

Like Haidie? Entangled?

Shan Yunong's heart felt as if it had been slashed by a sharp blade.

"Brother Qingheng, you didn't say that before. Did they force you?" Shan Yunong refused to believe it as she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Shan Haidie covered the corner of her mouth and did not let herself become complacent as she laughed: "Shan Yunong, oh Shan Yunong, you're still dreaming about marrying into the Yang Family right?"

"Sister, when will Brother Qingheng pity you?" It was only because Brother Qingheng was soft-hearted that he was able to let you go until now. " Shan Haidie stroked the golden hairpin on her head while feeling infinite pity for her.

Shan Yunong recognized it at a glance. It was the dowry her mother, Ms. Hai, had left her. Shan Chaifeng snatched it away from Shan Haidie.

Shan Haidie now deliberately used the golden hairpin to stimulate her.

"Pu!"

Shan Yunong spat out another mouthful of blood. She knew she couldn't hold on any longer.

This adulterous couple!

Someone had told her that Yang Qingheng and Shan Haidie were involved, but she didn't believe it.

She was really dumb, really stupid, to actually believe Yang Qingheng's flowery words. In order to achieve this marriage with Yang Qingheng, she had been angered to death by her mother, Ms. Hai. Sticky money stuck to shame, and he had even stuck to his own life.

She didn't want to die! She didn't want to die!

Shan Yunong stared at the golden hairpin even in death, as if she couldn't rest in peace.

Looking at this scene, Yang Qingheng thought that Shan Yunongmo might have died — even if she didn't die, if she was buried, she would definitely die.

Wu Tie's killing intent rose as he whispered to Shan Chaifeng, "Uncle, I'm afraid Miss Shan has gone —"

"What?" Shan Chaifeng didn't look sad, but he looked a little tired.

But soon, Shan Chaifeng lowered his voice and said to Shan Laosan, "Shan Lao'er, you and Shan Laosan, bury her."

Shan Laosan muttered unhappily: "If not earlier, then not later. I have to die on the day of Haidie's marriage! "Unlucky!"

The few of them were sneaking around, not caring if the guests were watching or not. The first one, the last one was really planning to bury Shan Yunong first.

No one even tried to check if Shan Yunong's breathing was still alive.

Shan Chaifeng's hand had just landed on Shan Yunong's shoulder. The breathless Shan Yunong blinked her eyes.

"It hurts!"

As she spoke, Shan Yunong sat up abruptly, gasping for air with all her might. She groaned again. "It really hurts."

Everyone was stunned.

Shan Haidie pulled Yang Qingheng and the two of them looked at each other.

Why did she wake up so quickly?