One hundred and forty years ago, fallanvince town.

"Mrs. Mary Shaw, your performance was great." A middle-aged man was courteous to the beautiful woman in front of him. "I wonder if I have time to buy you a drink later?"

The woman who was as like as two peas in the face of IRA laughed a little hard. "I'm sorry, Edward, I have an appointment tonight," he said.

A haze flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man: "really? That's really unfortunate. "

***

Opposite the lake, in a very humble old wooden house. Mary Shaw looked at the young man in front of her. From Mary Shaw's point of view, the man was elegant and handsome.

But once from the other side, you will find that there is a big scar on the man's face, which seems to have suffered a very serious injury.

"Jerrod, it's safe here. We don't have to worry about going to war anymore. Don't you like wax statues? You can study and make wax statues here at ease... "

Mary Shaw smiled in a low voice, but the young man named Jerrod didn't seem to hear it. He was crazy and drew on the paper with a pen: "this is the town I designed, Ambrose, all made of wax. Yes, I designed it..."

Although Gerald ignored himself, Mary Shaw still had a happy smile.

Until... The wooden door was kicked open.

The middle-aged man named Edward came in drunk from the outside: "bichi, dare to refuse me just for this ugly?"

Looking at the man pressing step by step, Mary Shaw retreated in horror: "please, mayor Edward... Gerald, help me..."

During the struggle, the woman grabbed the pistol around Edward's waist and forced Edward to step back. Looking at the black muzzle in front of him, Edward disdained to sneer: "do you dare to shoot? Mary Shaw, don't forget, I allowed you to stay in this town. Without me, you and this fool don't want to stay here. You can only leave here like a dog and return to the battle field... "

He suddenly grabbed Jerrod's neck and said with a grim smile, "look at this loser and imagine what he would be like if he left the town."

"Mary, dear Mary, it's not easy to want a stable life these days, not to mention happy love. You always have to pay a price."

Looking at the middle-aged man's demon like smile, the woman's hands trembled violently. After a while, the pistol fell powerlessly to the ground.

The man smiled proudly, stepped forward, picked up the woman and threw her into bed.

In the scream, Gerald stood there all the time, murmuring "Ambrose", but his eyes flashed unknown light.

***

On the dock, there was already a white haired Mary Shaw, dressed in a long black dress, firmly tied to a standing cross. In front of her were countless angry town residents with various weapons.

Edward, with a big belly and white hair, trembled out of the crowd on crutches and said gnashing his teeth: "Mary Shaw, Mary Shaw, our town kindly took you two in. I didn't expect you to repay our town like this."

"If it weren't for Jerrod's report, we wouldn't have thought that you were behind the kidnapping of children for so many years."

While talking, an old man like a farmer was pushed out of the crowd with a doll in his hand and stood trembling beside Edward.

"Don't be afraid, Jerrod. Although you are Mary Shaw's husband, we won't hurt you because you have made a meritorious report. But... "

Edward took a lighted torch and handed it to Gerald: "in order for your wife to repay her sins, you need to light the fire yourself!"

"Ambrose... Ambrose..."

Jerrod just repeated that word.

Edward couldn't help but shove the torch into Jerrod's hand, then grabbed his hand and threw it under the cross with the torch and the doll.

The cross, which was already full of igniters, immediately burst into flames.

The scorching heat forced everyone to retreat one after another. Soon, with the fire dragon boiling, the sea of fire rose into the sky. However, Mary Shaw, who has not spoken since then, spoke faintly in the sea of fire:

"Beware of the gaze from Mary Shaw;

She has no children, only dolls;

If you see her, don't scream;

Or she'll tear your mouth open and tear your tongue off! "

Strange songs, like nightmares, hover in everyone's ears. Looking at the burning flame, no one dared to speak for a moment.

Just then, Jarod, who had been crazy, suddenly screamed in horror: "I'm wrong, Mary, I'm wrong... I'll come right now, let's go to Ambrose..."

In the scream, he rushed to the burning cross.

No one dared to stop him. He could only watch Jerrod rush into the sea of fire and fall into the lake with a cross in his arms.

From then on, no matter Gerald or Mary Shaw, no one was born or dead!

Only that terrible nursery rhyme has been handed down from farravens town generation by generation.

***

The car roared out of the path, through the grass and into the lake. Soon the cold lake water poured in from the falling window.

Sharon turned her head and looked at the three of John with an iron face. She said in a deep voice, "believe me, this is the only way to go back."

The three of John clung to the handrail so tightly that no one could speak. On the contrary, Jamie, who fainted on one side, didn't know when he woke up, reluctantly looked at Sharon and smiled, "from life to death, to death to life!"

Soon the lake completely flooded the whole two cars, and the bubbles rolled. After a long time, everyone except Sharon couldn't hold his breath. The mouth and nose breathed involuntarily and inhaled the cold lake water in an instant.

Seeing others covering their throats one by one, they struggled desperately, but in the process of struggling, they gradually disappeared one by one. Sharon was relieved. It seemed that she had found the right way.

But with his super endurance, his breath holding time is far more than ordinary people. He had been in the water for five or six minutes, and he didn't feel flustered. In desperation, Sharon had to open her mouth and let the lake flow into her nose.

But Sharon soon found out that it didn't work. Although the lake water poured into his throat, he was very uncomfortable, and his lungs at the top were also very painful, but there was no feeling of death.

High physique and long blood strip are not good at some times.

Sharon suddenly opened his eyes. He was acutely aware that the lake around him had changed.

To put it simply, the water is mixed with oil. Gradually, more and more oil, and finally poured into Sharon's mouth along the lake.

"Damn, damn..."

Sharon felt that his throat seemed to be sealed by some sticky thing. Even if he wanted to shut up, he couldn't close it. He had to struggle powerlessly.

"Bad mouse, I caught you!"

One stuttered, but a gloomy voice sounded in Sharon's ear.

"No!"

In Sharon's increasingly blurred vision, a white haired old woman in a long black dress suddenly appeared. Her ferocious and terrible face had a very calm look.

Then, just like in the museum, she held out her hand