Funerary Lady - C80

As such, they were very sensitive to the villagers and other similar problems.

After hearing the Village Head’s question, I naturally felt a little unnatural in my heart.

Fortunately, after experiencing so much, I naturally understood how to conceal the thoughts in my heart.

Don’t let your thoughts write on your face.

After pausing for a brief moment, I replied:

“As I passed by, I heard that brother Er Nao’s house had a weird sound. Thinking about how so many things had happened recently, I came over to take a look, but I didn’t expect to see him the moment I entered. It seems like I’ve gone mad. ”

When I’m with Lingling, I talk a little more every day.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk, it was that I didn’t talk to people for too long, and I didn’t even know how to talk to people.

It was only later that I realized it.

For the past half year, Lingling has been living with me, and on the surface, it seems like I am taking care of her.

But in reality, there are many problems in life due to her taking care of me. Half a year has also changed a lot for me.

Sometimes, I really admire this child from the bottom of my heart.

Also, I know that this child has some secrets in her heart. She doesn’t seem to want to say them, and I have never asked her about them.

After the village chief heard my answer, he smiled meaningfully before nodding and saying,

“I’ll go take a look in a bit, but before that, Miss Xiao Die, I want to talk to you.”

At this point, it wasn’t too far from Er Nao’s home. I could vaguely hear the sound of singing.

The chorus was nothing to begin with, but I couldn’t explain the strangeness of it.

Especially that strange melody which I couldn’t understand, it made me feel very uncomfortable.

I subconsciously shook my head.

“You should go see Brother Er Nao first, I’m afraid that he’s in danger.”

As I said this, I was about to leave. I didn’t want to have too much interaction with the people in front of me.

Regardless of appearance or temperament, the Village Head’s son and the Village Head were the complete opposite.

It made people doubt whether the two of them were biological father and son.

But his son had grown up by his father’s side after all. The New Village Head and the previous Village Chief might have some similarities …

For example, a killing technique …

Liu Songxian was the same as Wang Er’s dead Phase, they remembered that day when Wang Er asked the village chief to hurry up and call the police.

Wang Er’s attitude, as well as the Village Head’s attitude, when compared to the other two, made me doubt.

Could this seemingly good-natured person be hiding a murderous intent in his heart?

Just as I was about to circle around the Village Chief and leave, I suddenly saw the Village Chief slowly turn around.

“After my father died, did you ever see Liu Qing again?”

Hearing the name Liu Qing, I was slightly stunned. It was not because I had not seen him for a long time, but because the village chief had mentioned his name.

Is New Village Head testing me?

Be it to the whole village, or to the people in the New Village Head, Liu Qing was a damned man.

To the village, he was Liu Songxian’s son, and it was very likely that he would reveal the secret of the village.

To New Village Head, no matter how he evaluated his father in front of me, this kind of blood relation could not be removed.

The one who killed his father was Liu Qing. At this time, the entire village already knew about this matter, and the New Village Head was naturally aware of it as well.

Besides, this man, though young, always gave me a feeling of serenity, a feeling that made my hair stand on end.

This kind of person was either truly not scheming, or they were too scheming and terrifying.

And New Village Head was obviously the latter.

The village chief finding me to ask Liu Qing also made me a little worried, because the last time Liu Qing killed the village chief, it was to save me. I had always thought that the villagers wouldn’t know about this.

But on the day that Tuo Zi died, the Village Head suddenly told me that his father was a bastard, which made my guess change a little.

And at this time, when he told me about Liu Qing’s matter, he seemed to be indirectly trying to sound out something …

“No, I haven’t seen him for a long time.”

I answered truthfully.

It’s impossible to pretend that you don’t know Liu Qing right now, it’s even more fake this way. I’m thinking about what I should say if New Village Head continues to question me.

The village chief silently nodded his head and said:

“Don’t misunderstand, I actually don’t have any hatred towards this person.

Like I said, although he killed my father, my father is indeed a bastard who deserves death.

If Miss Xiao Die ever sees him, help me to tell him. At least I want to meet him … ”

I didn’t ask any further questions, which was inconceivable to me, but I didn’t say anything more and turned to leave.

The village chief continued to walk in the direction of Er Nao’s home.

What was he planning? How much did he know?

It made me feel even more uneasy.

However, in this situation, the more he talked, the easier it would be for mistakes to occur. It might bring about his own death.

The village chief walked towards Er Nao’s home, while I brought Lingling and walked towards the direction of our home.

When I got home, I locked the door from the inside, as if someone really wanted to take my life.

Afterwards, I sat on the kang and thought over what had happened, going through everything that had happened half a year ago and now.

There were some things that could be inserted, but there were still some things that did not make sense.

The thing that made me most suspicious was the secret of the village. Aside from the mother and son pair, could there be other vengeful spirits surrounding the village?

And the foster father, the man I saw who looked exactly like the foster father, who was he?

Even with the foundation of the Evil Theurgy, I still cannot believe that a person can come back to life.

However, this person seemed to know a lot of things that happened between me and my foster father. Moreover, isn’t the fact that he has the same face already puzzling me?

The person who dug up the grave that night was basically him.

Then, since this person could not be the adoptive father, when did he come to the village? What was his purpose in coming to the village?

He will use the knowledge in the entire Evil Theurgy, and will even guide me to dig up the grave of my mother.

He was obviously part of the plan, and probably someone who knew.

As I thought about it, I laid down on the brick bed, where Lingling had already fallen asleep beside me.

It had been a long time since he had experienced such ups and downs, and he had been in peace for almost half a year. Now that such a sudden situation had occurred, some mental exhaustion was unavoidable.

When I saw Lingling quietly falling asleep, I smiled slightly. Luckily, these things did not leave too much of a shadow on her.

Although Lingling is strong and optimistic, she is still a child after all. I am also very vexed if she sees these things.

But since she was with me, there were times when these things were inevitable.

I deliberately avoided it, but I couldn’t avoid all of it.

Seeing that Lingling had fallen asleep, I faintly smiled and lightly patted Lingling’s body. It seemed that I was talking to myself, or perhaps muttering to myself:

“I’ve been wondering, is my dad a good person or a bad person?

To me, he did a lot of cruel things, and I did hate him, hated him since he was a kid, and deeply hated him.

But now that he’s dead, and recalling all the things he did, I find that he did a lot of what a father should have done in some of the details.

Ever since Aunt Zhang died, did he take me as his daughter?

If not, why protect me?

If so, why mistreat me? ”

After saying that, I let out a long sigh. My voice actually started trembling.

Maybe it was because I was too emotional, but my eyes were actually a little moist.

Why is it moist? I don’t really understand, could it be … Was it because of longing?

How could I miss my adoptive father…

As I spoke, I felt as though I was lost. I narrowed my eyes slightly, but there were still tears flowing down from the corners of my eyes.