The mass grave under the forest cliff exudes a stench. The woman in red is half-clothed, lying among the rotting corpses. Her bulging belly seems to be full term.
The mass grave is also called the place of death. The yin energy is so heavy that even the sun does not want to stop. It is only like this during the day and is even stronger at night.
The woman had a dead look on her face. She was supposed to be dead, but her last breath had not yet been exhaled.
The light hurriedly passed over the mass graves, leaving no trace of nostalgia until the last ray of sunset left. A cold wind suddenly rose inside the mass grave, and resentment arose.
"I hate it so much, I hate it so much! Why can he be so beautiful and spotless, but I am stuck in the mire and dirty.
Why, why, damn, they all deserve to die..."
The sharp mulberry voice of the woman in red murmured repeatedly, adding a touch of coldness to the mass grave. The resentment in the mass grave seemed to sense the woman's hatred, slowly wrapping her up and invading the woman's body bit by bit.
Soon I saw that the woman's complexion was gray and she was bleeding from all her orifices, which was the appearance of a fierce ghost. Midnight was approaching and the gates of ghosts were wide open. It was the darkest time of the day and the time when the Yin Qi was the heaviest.
The woman exhaled the last breath of yang energy in her mouth, slowly opened her blood-red eyes, and floated up from the ground. Terrifying nails sprouted from her snow-white fingertips. A sinister wind gusted around her, and countless shrill and resentful sounds were heard, destroying the surrounding trees and rocks.
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