Funerary Lady - C100

Staring at the mist in front of him, staring at Lingling, and still staring at… In front of him.

The sounds of books unceasingly reverberated in my heart. I wanted to work hard so that I wouldn’t remember these words.

However, there was nothing I could do about it. The information echoed in my head, as though there was an answer.

In front of me, even though my facial features are exactly the same as mine, at this moment, I feel a chill down my spine, as if I’m an evil spirit from the depths of hell.

It was not malevolent at all. She was smiling, smiling, opening and closing her mouth.

It was this kind of smile that made my hair stand on end. Even though I didn’t feel any killing intent, this smile made me feel as if there was a hidden killing intent within it.

That smile gradually widened as the voice continued. However, that mouth had already stopped opening and closing, and it was just smiling at me like that.

Furthermore, that smile is becoming more and more mechanical, as though the person before me is no longer a person, but an existence akin to a puppet.

Slowly, I saw myself in front of me. My eyes slowly widened, filled with a faint red color. It was as though there was a mysterious attraction that wanted to suck me in …

I started chanting along with the voice in my head, repeating the contents of the book. The voice in my mind overlapped with my own voice, and I couldn’t help but subconsciously move …

At this moment, scarlet blood slowly flowed out from my eyes. The voices in my head were getting louder and louder!

Gradually, it filled my entire brain. In my world, it seemed as if nothing else existed, only the contents of the Evil Theurgy and myself …

It was as if this process was deeply engraved in his mind …

I took a deep breath. Looking at Lingling’s current expression, I could tell that her face was filled with tears. For a moment, I couldn’t make out what she was saying.

“Elder sister …” “Elder sister …”

Faintly, I could hear only a few such cries.

At that moment, a gust of cold wind blew over. I felt a burst of coldness on my face, as if something had been blown on my face.

It was a long time before I woke up and realized what it was…

It was rain. There was actually a bit of rain mixed within the mist. When it fell on my face, it was very cold and ice-cold.

In my heart, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of sorrow, a wave of sadness …

Tears fell uncontrollably. Why … Would I feel so bad?

It seemed that the iciness of the surroundings had provoked me. I felt the space around me warping as everything started to shake.

It started in the void, then it slowly ended in the void.

I could feel my body slowly regaining its senses, and my brain slowly returning to normal.

At this moment, I realize that before my eyes, there is actually only darkness, and then … I could feel my vision slowly returning…

It’s not that I’m slowly recovering, or rather, something is slowly returning my eyes back to me.

Just now, my vision seemed to have escaped my control. Even the control of my entire body had been handed over to someone else.

When my body slowly recovered, I saw a familiar scene. It was in my room and the cabinet beside me was smashed into pieces by the axe.

In my hand, I am holding the Evil Theurgy and reading its contents.

At this time, I returned to normal, and Lingling’s heart-wrenching cries became even clearer.

I felt wet all over, and the tingling of my fingertips didn’t lessen in the slightest.

I looked down and found myself sitting on the brick bed, using the blood from my fingertips to write something down.

Taking a closer look, those bloody words are actually all the contents of the entire Evil Theurgy. I am currently writing all the words of the entire Evil Theurgy onto the brick bed with my own blood …

The lines of words were shocking, as if it was to deepen the memory.

At this moment, the contents of the book suddenly appeared in my mind. It was as though I had remembered the contents of the book while I was still dreaming.

It didn’t seem like … What really happened was that he actually remembered the contents of the book in his dream!

This book was truly frightening. At this moment, I felt even more terrified. The moment I saw this scene, sweat slowly flowed down my forehead.

When she looked at Lingling again, her face was already dirty from crying and her black hair had become extremely messy.

At this time, Lingling was still crying, she was still in shock, the sweat on her forehead had already mixed together with the tears on her face.

I don’t know what happened to me, but it must have been terrible.

I, who didn’t personally witness anything, only felt that I had just had a great dream. After waking up, I felt waves of shock, not to mention Lingling, who had personally witnessed everything.

I picked up a cloth and wiped off the blood on my fingers.

He then put the cloth on the pile of blood on the brick bed.

The blood on the brick bed was still bright at the moment, but the moment I put the cloth on the bed, I accidentally touched the blood on the brick bed.

As soon as I touched it, as if I had touched something, I felt a chill run down my spine.

Because at this moment, I felt that outside the window, there was a pair of eyes silently watching me. It was ice-cold and filled with despair …

It wasn’t the despair of the eyes themselves, but rather the despair of others.

It was that gaze again. Although I could feel it before, I had never felt it so close to me …

This time, I felt that this gaze was closer to me, closer to my touch …

Does this mean that the thing in the darkness has come to reality from a dream? Moreover, the distance between me and it is slowly changing …

This thing is slowly approaching me. Then, what exactly is this thing? What was his final goal?

Most importantly, I don’t even know what kind of existence that thing is right now. Was it real?

It definitely wasn’t a human, and it didn’t seem like a ghost. Was this thing really, or just an illusion?

Could it just be something I imagined out of thin air, and I didn’t need to be serious?

The innumerable questions in my mind are currently tangled and messy, causing me to be vexed.

As I thought about these questions, my hand lightly rested on Lingling’s shoulder as I consoled him.

“It’s alright, Lingling. Don’t be afraid … “Don’t be afraid …”

As I spoke, I held Lingling in my arms, allowing her fear to slowly dissipate.

“Elder sister …” “You’re finally alright, you scared me to death …”

My actions made Lingling cry even more. As she cried, her tears quickly soaked my clothes.

At this moment, the feeling of being stared at has disappeared. Looking at the cabinet that was smashed to smithereens, I felt my heart palpitate.

We were in the room where we used to live, and there was something more sinister.

For example, the photos my foster father left me, as well as the entire Evil Theurgy in my hands. I kept them all in my own room.

As for Lingling and I, we had always been living in Father’s room, because at that time, we were always able to see some strange things from outside our own room’s windows.

After moving into the foster father’s room, it became relatively quiet.

I comforted Lingling. After Lingling became a little calmer, my train of thought also recovered.

Before I appeared in the fog, I was indeed sleeping, but looking at the time now, it was already past two in the morning.

I remember that I slept at around eleven at night, and before I went to bed, I heard the sound of children crying outside the village.

I can’t find the source of the cry, it shouldn’t have come from a human.

Furthermore, the villagers have never brought up this matter. Slowly, I got used to it.

When Lingling’s emotions were more or less stable, she told me what happened after I fell asleep.