The exposed teeth look like a smile but not a smile.

"Run!"

My dad shouted, quickly pulled the second uncle up, turned around and ran towards the exit.

The second uncle had never seen this fight before. He broke away from my father's hand and started flirting with me.

All the shoes were lost.

My father was stunned and stood there for a few seconds, wondering if he had seen the wrong person.

But then he quickened his pace and ran towards the exit.

The female corpse behind me was always following closely behind me, only ten meters away from my father.

Jumping and jumping, he moved very fast, and the exposed bones rubbed at will, making a horrifying "creak" sound.

It was as if the female corpse had been laughing slyly.

Fortunately, my father ran out of the cave first, and when he looked up, he saw the second uncle holding the bead in his hand.

I wiped it over and over again with my sleeves, and kept saying "baby".

When my father saw this, he snatched the beads away and immediately threw them into the tomb.

He took out the explosive from his waist, pulled the safety catch, and was about to throw it into the grave.

Prepare to blow up the tomb and the female corpse together.

Just when he was about to throw it away, the second uncle saw that the beads were thrown into the tomb.

I don’t know if my mind was bewitched or if something was wrong.

He jumped directly back into the tomb.

Still chanting "Baby, don't run away".

However, at the same time, my father threw the dynamite into the tomb with the safety removed.

"don't want!!!"

My dad shouted, but he had already jumped into the tomb. He couldn't save him even if he wanted to, so he could only watch him jump.

"Boom!"

The next second, a huge explosion sounded.

The second uncle hates the northwest!

After my father returned home, because the second uncle had neither a son nor a wife, he had no choice but to build a tomb and bury him hastily.

Just after this incident, a snowflake-like mark appeared on my father's arm for no apparent reason, and it was extremely itchy.

Later, a fortune teller told my father that the dirt in the tomb was cursed, and that the descendants of the cursed person would not live to be sixty years old.

My dad thought the man was just being silly and didn't take it to heart at all.

At that time, my mother was already pregnant, and she was pregnant with me.

After that, in order for me to live a good life, my father would rob tombs every day and destroy the underworld...

finally.

Sure enough, there was retribution. When I was born, I also had a snowflake-like mark on my arm.

My dad was dumbfounded at the time, and then he contracted Alzheimer's disease. He could no longer take care of himself, and he died mysteriously soon after.

My mother also had marks on her arms, but looking at my father's appearance, she raised me until I was ten years old and left us alone.

Fortunately, my father made a lot of money by fighting the Teng Ming Weapon in those years. With the help of Zhang Tianyi and Fatty, the money not only did not decrease, but also increased a lot.

I thought my life could go on peacefully until that notebook appeared.

I was instantly pushed to the forefront...
Chapter completed!