Funerary Lady - C101

At that time, Lingling didn’t sleep so well. When she heard the sound I made when I woke up, she turned on the light and thought I was going to the toilet.

But very quickly, Lingling realized that something was wrong with my condition, because my eyes were fixated on something, as if I had been possessed.

Lingling is extremely sensitive to this kind of thing. After being together with me for a long time, after the two of them came into contact with so many evil things, they have become even more sensitive.

Even the slightest abnormality would make her worry.

So Lingling tried to call me twice, but I kept walking straight, not paying any attention to her call at all.

It was at this moment that I slowly walked towards my room.

At that time, Lingling thought that I might be sleepwalking or something like that. When a person’s mind is extremely tired or nervous, they might have sleepwalking symptoms.

She also knew that it was best not to be disturbed while sleepwalking. Otherwise, there might be some problems.

So she had been following me around to see what I was going to do.

I slowly walked to the locked cabinet and stared at it for a long time with my eyes wide open. Suddenly, I fiercely pull the handle of the cabinet. After a few tugs, it seems that I wanted to forcefully open the cabinet.

Due to my exertion, the cabinet produced a series of loud bangs. It was a pity that these bangs didn’t wake me up at all.

Actually, one’s dreams and reality can be linked together. If one wants to make someone unable to wake up from their dreams, then one has to make sure that they are able to stimulate their reaction time and turn it into a dream.

It was just like how when a person was young, they would wet their bed and dream of something related to wetting their bed, causing them to be unable to wake up.

The state I was in at that time was actually just a dream. However, while I was dreaming, there was another kind of power controlling my body, allowing my body to do other things.

All of these could be understood as a certain strength appearing in my body, and also as the content of the Evil Theurgy, causing my mind to experience a kind of split.

This was somewhat similar to the perverted method of brainwashing, allowing one to delve deeply into it.

Actually, in this dream, there shouldn’t have been Lingling at all, but Lingling must have been getting anxious and kept calling out to me, which was why I saw her in my dreams.

The excitement of the outside world had turned into the contents of his dream, preventing him from waking up.

I continued to talk about myself. After fiercely pulling on the door of the cabinet a few times, I realized that it couldn’t be opened.

Lingling stood there staring blankly for a few seconds. At this time, Lingling had already relaxed a little and felt that if I did not succeed in pulling out the cabinet, I would have quietly gone to sleep.

At this time, Lingling had already guessed that this was the doing of the Evil Theurgy and that I was being guided by some kind of power.

Lingling said that she was rejoicing at the time, glad that I had locked the book in advance and smashed the only key in the book.

Otherwise, the consequences would be very serious.

However, Lingling had underestimated the control this book had over me. I actually walked straight to the door and picked up the axe in the middle of the room.

During this period of time, I always had an indifferent face, and my eyes were filled with confusion.

However, at this moment, a kind of desire suddenly appeared in my eyes. It was a crazed and burning desire. Holding the axe in my hand, I walked towards the cabinet.

It was a pity that at that time, the village was not well-developed, and there was no internet at all.

If he were to see such a gaze now, he would definitely feel that kind of crazed desire, just like how a drug addict craves drugs.

It was even crazier than that feeling!

At this moment, Lingling was truly afraid. She immediately stood in front of me to block, wanting to stop me.

I didn’t expect that when I saw Lingling standing in front of me, she didn’t even hesitate at all and directly waved the axe in her hand, chopping down ruthlessly …

When I heard this, I stared at my hands, took a deep breath, and looked at Lingling. The originally innocent and innocent eyes, seemed to still contain that moment of fear.

My hands were still trembling slightly, and I was speechless for a long time. I had not expected myself to be this crazy.

This is Lingling! After spending half a year together, he brought me out from the depths of loneliness and made me into a little girl like a little sister.

The person I risked my life to protect is actually … I almost killed him.

I can imagine the scene at that time, and without any warning, the axe in my hand fell down. If not for Lingling’s quick reaction, which allowed her to dodge quickly, I’m afraid she would have already turned into an ice-cold corpse.

The book seemed to have really become an addiction, so deep in my bones that I had already reached a point where I didn’t even recognize any of my relatives.

Had his adoptive father experienced such a situation in the past, and how had he faced it at that time?

It had to be known that before his foster father learned the Evil Theurgy, he was already very capable.

The things he taught me about feng shui were things he knew.

Then, did foster father have a way to restrain himself when faced with this kind of addiction?

Could it be that this addiction came about because I didn’t enter that so-called sect? Only by entering that sect could I be safe?

And when Old God Wang said that this Evil Theurgy Encyclopedia was written by his father, could it be that his family was the founder of this so-called sect?

If foster father saw this family, would he have to address them as master?

These relationships are a bit complicated, and there’s probably a lot of inside information. I don’t know, and these aren’t things I should be thinking about right now.

As for the matter of the sect, I still held back because the death of my adoptive father was too ferocious, making me unable to trust this so-called sect.

The most troubling thing is, I don’t know if my foster father joined this sect …

I was only guessing that the adoptive father, given his enthusiasm for the book, might have joined in.

But looking at his current condition, that kind of fanaticism, his adoptive father might very well have been forced by his own will …

Old God Wang and the rest were not good people, there were many questions that even if they knew that they might know about it, they would not be able to ask.

After all, I don’t have much knowledge, so what they say is what they say. If I trust them wrongly, I will most likely be led astray by the nose.

He continued to listen to Lingling talk about what just happened.

After dodging the axe in my hand, Lingling was afraid.

After all, she is still too young. If I try to stop her, it won’t work. Before she can stop me, I might lose my life.

In desperation, Lingling could only continue to watch, waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the opportunity to make her move.

After failing my first attack, I didn’t make things difficult for Lingling either. After all, what I wanted to do was to break the barrier in front of me as if we were moving mechanically.

He carried the axe to the cabinet, waved it around, and smashed it into pieces with a few bangs.

Then he picked up the book and sat on the brick bed, flipping through the book. At the same time, he used his teeth to tear open his finger and let his blood flow out.

I could already feel the pain in my dream.

And during this entire process, Lingling kept on crying, trying to wake me up.

Crying is not a hindrance, but it affects my dreams.

That was why such a scene, such a person, would appear in my dreams.

While reading, he wrote the contents of the book on the brick bed. Those were lines of shocking bloody characters.

Not just on the kang, but in order to imprint the contents of the book in my mind.

This feeling of dreaming and reading a book is really novel. If this book wasn’t so weird, this feeling might have made me happy.

The moment he woke up from his dream, the contents of the book appeared in his mind.

Just as I was thinking this, I suddenly felt a gust of cold wind from outside, and all of a sudden, I felt as if something was knocking against the window!