Chapter 1 Bleeding from Seven Apertures (1)

In the hospital, in the quiet mortuary, there is no trace of popularity, and the silence is suffocating, as if it is isolated from the outside world, as if even time has stood still.

Suddenly, Ding Moyao was awakened by a miserable cry. She opened her eyes slightly, and closed them again under the blinding white light above her head. After trying to open and close them again and again, finally, she finally got used to the intensity. of white luminosity.

The crying lasted only a few seconds, then disappeared, and in an instant, her whole body became quiet again.

"Where is this, why am I here?"

She rubbed her sore and swollen temples, she really couldn't remember, but the next second, she heard that cry, how could there be crying here?

Cold sweat was running down her spine, and her heart was beating wildly.

Strangely, she got up slowly and got off the bed, but just as she stood firm and was about to walk forward, she tripped over the hem of her super long white skirt. Because of the pain, she let out a scream.

The white veil dress, oh my god, the memories flashed through her mind like a movie, she finally remembered, marriage, yes.

She was about to marry her boyfriend of three years, and then there seemed to be no more.

The crying became louder and louder. She looked around, trying to find the source of the sound, but when she got up, she was terrified by the sight in front of her. She staggered and almost fell over again.

I saw a woman lying on the bed that I just got off, wearing a pure white wedding dress, her face was pale, bright red blood was constantly oozing from the corners of her mouth, eyes, ears, and nostrils, and her seven orifices were bleeding. Abnormally terrifying.

This is not terrible, what is even more terrifying is that she is terrified when she thinks about it, because she found that the woman lying down had the exact same face as hers. Ding Moyao was so frightened that her body collapsed on the ground.

Who is that, who am I, who is real and who is fake.

Wait, can it be said that she is dead, no, no, how is it possible, isn't she getting married.

But then the door was opened, and two middle-aged men and women walked in. Ding Moyao knew each other, and happily rushed over to call mom and dad.

But when her body came into contact with two middle-aged men and women, a wonderful change happened, and she actually passed through their bodies.

Damn, what's going on, someone will tell her, someone will explain.

"Wuwu Yaoyao, my Yaoyao, you died so miserable."

The woman knelt down by the bed, and then burst into tears. Father Ding went to pull her, but couldn't hold back his thoughts for his daughter for a moment, and knelt down on the ground himself.

Ding Moyao is the only daughter of the two elders, and also their darling, no one would think about such a thing, they really can't accept it.

"Don't cry, dad, mom, don't cry, I'm here, I'm here."

Ding Moyao struggled and yelled at them desperately, but they couldn't hear anything, they just knelt there and cried loudly, which made her heart ache.

She came closer, although she was afraid, but with her parents around, she felt much better. She looked at the bleeding corpse, and vague memories slowly came to mind.

Just yesterday, she got married. Originally, the bride was her, but today she became her good sister.

They tricked her to go to the top floor of their house to drink and watch the moon together, saying that they went to drink and carnival together, but when she drank too much wine, they tricked her to the edge of the high concrete platform, her fiancé and best friend joined forces to pull her She was pushed off the top floor, and she died afterward.

(End of this chapter)

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