Funerary Lady - C103

Sweat slowly flowed down my forehead. I could no longer hear Lingling’s call by my ear …

After the green flames on the ground slowly extinguished, the pain started to disappear. Even though the pain didn’t last for long, it was as though my heart had been touched. The pain made me feel suffocated.

I coughed a few times, then took a few deep breaths. Lingling said in front of me:

“Forget it elder sister, it seems like this book really can’t be burned down. I’ll just put it aside and let nature take its course …”

I frowned. Can I just put it aside? If I let nature take its course, this book will definitely take my life.

But the moment of pain was enough to make me afraid to keep trying. I stared at the booze soaked book on the floor, speechless.

Had the adoptive father planned to burn the book as well? But he also encountered such a situation.

It was because this book was already related to his life that his foster father tried to tear off some of the more sinister pages in the book.

However, for some reason, these pages were later reattached.

If the person who looks like the adoptive father really knows everything about the adoptive father, I would really like to ask him in front of everyone.

Thinking about my foster father, thinking about Er Nao. Thinking about how his foster father mistreated me and did some crazy things, my attitude suddenly changed.

At that time, everyone in the village thought that their adoptive father must have suffered some sort of mental shock and lost his mind.

Er Nao was also insane, it was just that the way they used to act was different. Then, between the two of them, could there be some sort of connection between their madness?

I can’t figure it out, I can’t figure it out…

Since this book was dug out by me, I might as well try to bury it again.

The wooden figures in the courtyard were still there. When I dug out this book, I had speculated that they were a kind of ritual.

Because there were some details that were done on the spot.

There was a lot of sawdust on the ground, and the material of the wood was quite special.

Now that he thought about it, this ceremony could be a sacrifice, or it could also be a suppression.

The main thing is that I don’t know what degree of fanaticism I had for this book when my adoptive father died.

Based on what I’ve shown in this book, it’s going to be addictive.

But slowly, after addiction, there would be a strong dependence, a strong belief in the book itself.

Faith, if it were to truly rise up, would definitely be a terrifying power. It was so frightening that people would feel like their lives were minuscule.

If tearing books was the work of the adoptive father, then it was very possible.

The adoptive father initially felt that this book was very strange, but after tearing the book apart, he felt a strong reliance on it and repaired it.

Of course, I don’t know the specific situation, but it’s impossible for a foster father to do these things in front of me, so I could only rely on my own imagination to slowly restore them.

The things that were restored were not necessarily real, and could only be used as a reference.

So far, I could only guess at that. I took a deep breath and carried the book back to my room.

Aunt Zhang’s home was also very strange. If they went at night, something might happen, so it would be safer to go tomorrow.

There was nothing else that happened tonight either. Even Lingling and I were not able to sleep soundly under such circumstances.

I woke up early and waited for the sun to shine before I took the book and walked out.

Actually, it wasn’t that he couldn’t see ghosts in broad daylight, but the sunlight always gave people a sense of security, as if it carried with it a certain kind of power.

That light was enough to make a person’s heart clear.

He walked into Aunt Zhang’s house. It had been a long time since he had last been here, and the weather was cold now. There were no longer any weeds growing on the ground.

After all, if no one came here, the snow would naturally fall here.

Under such conditions, it would be difficult to dig up the ground, but even if he couldn’t, he still had to. He had to try his best to bury this book and see if it would affect him.

Now I have another worry. If my adoptive father was a fanatic in this book before he died.

If that was the case, it would be impossible for him to seal the book before he died. In that case, the wooden figure under the ground would most likely be a form of sacrifice.

Or something else that’s good for the book.

I was guided by this book to dig up the book. However, this doesn’t prove that the wood people under the ground are harmful to the book …

Walking to the place where I dug out the Evil Theurgy, my heart was tangled once again.

Should I bury it? Would burying the book make it stronger?

After hesitating for a long time, I finally took my hoe and cleared away the snow in the area.

Perhaps this action is because there is still a kind of trust in my heart for that man.

Foster father…

Although he brought me countless tragic memories, even after death, I was not at peace.

But… In my heart, however, there was always a sense of trust. I believed that he was a sufficiently strong person.

Actually, even after so many years, even though he treated me badly, I still treated him like a mountain.

Although a mountain was extremely steep and made people feel despair, it was still able to withstand the wind and frost.

He has been torturing me all these years, but he has also been protecting me, hasn’t he …

Since he has always been protecting me, I am willing to believe him now.

He was willing to believe that his strength and the ability of his adoptive father would not be eroded by a single book!

At this time, I suddenly noticed that there were rows and rows of footprints in front of Aunt Zhang’s door.

It wasn’t at the entrance of the courtyard, but at the entrance of the house. Obviously, this person didn’t pass through the courtyard, but directly entered the house.

Not only that, the footprints were deep and shallow, with only a tiny trace.

The deeper footprints should have been left recently, not more than two days ago. Otherwise, some of them would have been covered by snow.

This was one of the biggest advantages of a snowy day. Many things that one wanted to hide would be exposed before their eyes.

I directly walked to the entrance of the house and carefully examined the footprints. After looking at them for a long time, I was surprised to find that the lighter footprints should have been left there recently.

This was because the footprints were relatively clear and most importantly, there were no traces at all beneath the shallow footprints. They were completely flat and looked relatively small.

Since it was the closest footprint, it could only mean that the owner of the footprint … Not human.

It was impossible for a person’s body to be light to this degree, and looking at the direction of this footprint, it seemed like something was walking outside.

Only the Ghost Being could leave such a light footprint, because the weight of the soul itself was very light.

In other words, it’s very possible that it’s either the Uncle Zhang or the Spirit of the Aunt Zhang that was wandering around outside the house. In other words, it’s very likely that it’s the Uncle Zhang or the Spirit of the Aunt Zhang that was lingering around the house.

Looking at the deep footprints, they were naturally human and the lines on them were very clear.

I looked at the wall and saw that there were footprints like that too. This person must have climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard.

The door was open, but he had to climb over the wall to get in. Looking at the size of the footprint, it should be a man.

Who could it be? Could it be Liu Qing?

No way… At this time, the entire village could not leave, and all the villagers wished that they could find Liu Qing and kill him.

It was inconceivable for Liu Qing to come to Aunt Zhang’s house within the last two days.

This fellow shouldn’t have such an evil nature, right? If he rashly entered the village, if he couldn’t leave, he would undoubtedly die.

However, there were no movements from Liu Qing during the past two days either …

I frowned and was in the middle of my thoughts when I heard a long sigh coming from inside the house.