Chapter 911 (1/2)

Yes, it was this hairpin. She had a dream that her mother was wearing this hairpin and was walking around in white in the pond of the house.

No matter how she called, how she called, mother did not look back.

In the past six years, she has never dreamt of her mother. Why did she dream of her mother so often recently? Is it because her mother knows something underground and gives her a dream?

At the beginning, she suspected that there was something wrong with her mother's death. Now it seems that God is giving her a hint.

Pang Ling held the hairpin tightly and thought silently in his heart. Mother, don't worry. If you are really killed, your daughter will take revenge for you.

Her forehead was drenched with cold water and her hair was wet. Her face was pale.

In the face of the servant girl's puzzled look, she replied: ”I dreamed of my mother again.”

”Ah... Don't scare me, miss.” Huan'er subconsciously embraces herself, and has already felt the creepiness of her whole body.

Especially in the early winter night, with a dense net, covering people breathless.

”What are you afraid of? The people you should be afraid of are those who have harmed your mother.”

”Miss, do you mean that the first lady didn't fall into the water, but was pushed into the water and killed?” The servant girl looked at her sharp light and asked tentatively.

”Isn't it?” Pang Ling asked.

At that time, she was still young and couldn't clear her mother's grievances. Recently, her mother frequently appeared in her dreams. Isn't she reminding her that it's time to reverse the case.

However, after six years, there is no evidence to prove her death. How can she start?

”Miss, where shall we start and how shall we find out the cause of her death?” Huan son asks a way, this time all passed so long, how does this check up?

Pang Ling stares at the dark window and ponders for a moment. The candlelight in the room reflects on the branches outside the window, just like a fierce ghost with its claws outstretched.

”Yes.” She suddenly patted the dresser, and at the same time, she startled huan'er.

……

The next night, deep dew heavy, the north wind whistling, shaking the branches of the courtyard, more ferocious, that creaking sound, especially clear at night, but also with the meaning of infiltration.

”Sister, it's so cold underground. It's so cold.”

”Pang Ling, my poor child, lost her mother when she was young.”

”It's so cold underground. The hell is empty. The people who hurt me are still alive, enjoying glory and wealth. It's not fair, it's not fair.”

The shrill scream seemed to be whispering in her ears. The third aunt was so scared that she woke up in a cold sweat.

”Somebody, somebody.” The voice is hoarse and can only make a weak sound.

It was dark in the room, as if the ghost was hiding in a corner of the room.

”I died miserably, miserably, cold in the water, cold.” The sound came closer and closer, as if it were in my ear.

”Who's pretending?” The third aunt yelled with all her strength, but her throat seemed to be pinched by a pair of invisible hands and could not make a sound.

The door of the meeting room suddenly opened and the cold wind poured in. There was no one near the door, but a small wooden box suddenly appeared.

After a long time, the third aunt dared to go over and opened the small wooden box with shaking hands. There was a set of old clothes in it, wet, and a delicate hairpin of Begonia on it.

”Ah... How can...” the third aunt screamed, her eyes turned black, and finally fainted.

Hiding in the door of the two people, this will gradually show the body, looking at lying on the ground three aunt, eyes a cold.