Funerary Lady - C42

I hastily headed towards the source of the sound. In the process, I suddenly heard ‘kacha’ sounds coming from beneath my feet.

Maybe it was because I was too nervous and had been pulled by something underground, but the moment I heard the sound, I broke out in a cold sweat.

Then he subconsciously covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming out.

Her body was trembling slightly, but Lingling was still alright. After all, she could not see the shadow of her foster father.

I don’t know why I’m here either, so I’m a lot less nervous than I am.

I forcefully endured the urge to cry out so that my fear would not spread to Lingling.

Then, using the light of my flashlight, I saw that there was only a dried up branch under my feet.

I heaved a long sigh of relief. Be it my spirit or body, they were all tense to a certain extent, making it difficult for me to calm down.

This sound came from a dilapidated wooden house, and it was unknown what was inside.

This wooden house hasn’t been repaired by anyone for a long time and it looks extremely old. I carefully approached the wooden house.

That wave of sounds sounded very slow, and would only ring once every long time.

When we neared the wooden house, I suddenly heard a burst of sharp laughter. The laughter seemed to have become twisted and it sounded extremely crazed.

It sounded vaguely familiar, but it was too crazy to be recognized.

I carefully approached the wooden house and didn’t rashly approach it from the front. Instead, I walked to the side and looked through the gap in the wooden door.

Due to my laughter, I had already turned off the flashlight. At this moment, under the thin moonlight, I saw something flowing towards the crack in the wooden house.

After all, the purpose of building these wooden houses was only to take a temporary rest.

The wood was not very good either. At this moment, a gap appeared between the wooden floor and the floor.

As for the liquid, it flowed out through the cracks and looked rather viscous. Under the moonlight, one could still see the steam rising and slowly fusing with the fog.

Seeing this, I had already frowned, because as the hot air rose, I could smell a bloody scent.

Although there was moonlight, the flashlight was not turned on, and the night was very dark. Under such light, I could not see the exact color of the liquid.

However, I could vaguely guess that all of these were probably blood, scarlet blood …

Thinking to here, I subconsciously made Lingling move a little further away from the wooden house, and then looked through the gap in the door.

At this moment, the inside of the wooden house wasn’t completely dark. Instead, two candles were lit. The flame of the candles was currently flickering.

As my gaze shifted, I saw a ferocious sight that made my eyes widen abruptly.

I saw a masked face, smashing a not-so-thick iron pipe.

At this moment, three iron pipes, each as thick as a finger, were stuck into a person’s body …

The room was filled with a bloody scene, as if it was hell on earth, emitting a malevolence and fear that seeped into one’s bones.

Looking carefully, the person that was pierced by the metal pipe had actually … It was Liu Songxian.

At this moment, Liu Songxian was lying on the ground, his body still twitching non-stop. As he laid on the ground, his head slightly tilted upwards, and from my position, I could see his slightly upturned eyes, as if he knew I was coming and was staring straight at me.

Liu Songxian is not dead yet, so I can still hear the sound of his heavy breathing as hot as spitting blood foam from his mouth.

As for the person who was swinging the hammer and smashing the metal pipe, it seemed as if he was looking for fun from the slaughter.

At this moment, he was also covered in blood. Through the mask, he could hear waves of crazy laughter.

This person was not a ghost. Instead, he was a living person. He was only wearing a ghost mask.

The mask was also stained with blood. It looked like the mask that Magi wore when they sacrificed themselves in the past.

He was holding a hammer in his hand. Whether it was his hand or the hammer, both of them were covered in blood. He seemed very tired.

However, he was still very happy. Hammers were those kind of hammers with wooden handles. Every time they were struck, sparks would shoot out.

Originally, the hammer in this person’s hand could have directly smashed Liu Songxian’s head, but he had wanted to obtain some sort of entertainment from it.

Every time he smashed against it, Liu Songxian’s body would tremble violently.

If you re talking about Liu Songxian, it can be said that he is my number one suspect, followed by Liu Qing.

But, Liu Songxian had actually died here, so who was the person who killed him?

Could it be Liu Qing?

I gritted my teeth. The moment the hammer fell, it made Liu Songxian’s body tremble, and it also made my heart tremble violently.

If it wasn’t Liu Qing, neither in terms of body nor voice, it wouldn’t be Liu Qing.

Fresh blood flowed out from Liu Songxian’s body at this time. The small hut that was originally not very big had almost been dyed blood-red.

After he smashed a few more times, Liu Songxian’s body finally stopped moving, and this person also stopped. Maybe it was because he was too tired, as he placed the sledgehammer on the ground, he almost lost his balance and retreated a few steps.

My body was also violently trembling, and I felt an ice-cold aura surging from my body …

Lingling curiously wanted to go over and take a look, but I grabbed onto him and held onto him tightly, not wanting him to let her see what was happening inside.

Feeling my body trembling, Lingling also quieted down. Outside, we could only hear the two of us forcefully suppressing our breathing.

Lingling was not stupid, she was naturally able to guess what was going on inside.

It’s just that the moment she arrived, even I couldn’t stand such a sight, let alone Lingling.

Secondly, the deceased was Liu Songxian. Lingling must still have some deep feelings for Liu Songxian …

The one who died was Liu Songxian … Liu Songxian…

At this time, my mind suddenly cleared up a bit, and I thought about what Lingling had said.

Uncle Liu is leaving us.

It was as if he had already predicted Liu Songxian’s death at that time …

I was very surprised at the time, why did Lingling say such a thing. Now that I think about it, surprise has already become weirdness …

At this time, the masked man had already turned around and walked out of the wooden house. The hammer in his hand was dragging the ground, producing a loud crashing sound.

At the same time, Lingling and I held our breaths and quickly went to the back of the wooden house.

To prevent the masked man from discovering us.

At this moment, the person had already walked out of the wooden house. I could faintly hear the heavy breathing.

This voice was indeed familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I had heard it before.

Walking around to the back of the house, I heard the sound of footsteps and the clatter of hammers slowly receding. Bold, I wanted to go inside and take a look.

But if I go in… Lingling will definitely see that scene in the room too, I’m worried about the damage it will cause to Lingling.

“Elder sister, don’t worry about me. Let’s go see Uncle Liu one last time.”

After saying that, Lingling brought me into the room.

I was startled, could it be that Lingling just saw Liu Songxian die, or did she know beforehand that Liu Songxian would die here?

The latter shouldn’t be possible, but Lingling might have some secrets, but she definitely didn’t have the ability to predict the future.

Since Lingling said so, and I saw it already, I didn’t say anything more and followed her into the room.

As soon as he entered the room, he stepped on the blood. The room was already filled with blood, so there was basically no good place left.

I slightly frowned. Looking at Liu Songxian’s corpse at such a close distance was even more shocking.

Liu Songxian’s corpse did not only have the metal pipe above it, it also had the marks of a battle. There were also many fine wounds, and even his clothes were tattered beyond recognition.