Funerary Lady: Volume 2

By Jin Xiu

Life cannot be man, and death cannot be the soul. The one who accompanied the living, Shang, accompanied the dead, walked the path of a slave, accompanied by a bereaved slave. Ten years ago, the bizarre death of the woman opposite me caused my adoptive father to mistreat me for a whole ten years. The cold wind blew, the door of the ghost was opened, evil had its consequences, and life and death were at a dilemma. A lonely soul in the middle of the night … Why did he stay … Why did he sigh? A story about repentance and redemption, here. What kind of secret was hidden within … In the end, who was the real mastermind …

• Language: English
• Publisher: Funstory
• Release date: Mar 6, 2020
• ISBN: 9781648468506

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CHAPTER 101 - SIX-PARENT NON-RECOGNITION

After I fell asleep, about an hour later, I slowly got up from the kang.

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!

CHAPTER 102 - BOOK CAN BE DESTROYED?

All of a sudden, the sound of a few windows being knocked appeared, but it only lasted for a few seconds before it disappeared.

It's just that this short exchange of words caused Lingling and I to all stand up and become more vigilant.

Originally, I was already drenched in cold sweat from the situation that Lingling had described, but now, my hair was standing on end.

He stared at the window for a long time, but did not discover anything. Only then did he slowly sit down helplessly.

This room had been empty for such a long time, was it still so strange?

I frowned a little, but then I thought about it...

It was very possible that this was not the strangeness of the room …

Because when I was listening to Lingling, a thought suddenly appeared in my mind. Since this book is so strange, then I might as well destroy this book.

Just as this thought appeared in his mind, the sound of voices came from outside.

In my heart, I also thought that this was just a coincidence, but it was also a warning to me.

In reality, this was indeed the case. This book was truly too strange. It would be better to destroy it as early as possible to avoid all future worries.

At that time, when Lingling saw me writing it like a madman, she was truly helpless, and couldn't be called awake no matter how hard she tried.

Helpless, I could only take a bowl of cold water and pour it on my head.

I didn't dare to pour it too hard for fear it would irritate me.

There were also examples of people being stimulated by water and becoming crazy.

There were also such rumors in the village.

The moon is precisely because this water is not too strong, very gentle down, so I feel like it is raining.

And at that time, Lingling's crying also played a role. At that time, I already realised that I was in a dream.

Then, through the sounds and feelings of reality, he forcefully pulled me back from my dream and back to reality.

In fact, even if I were to wake up naturally, I would still wake up. But by that time, it was unknown how much of the contents of this book I had already read.

After Lingling finished speaking, my gaze couldn't shift away from the book. I stared at the book and thought, What should I do?

Should he destroy this book?

Destroying this book would be a once in a while, but...

This book had already been torn out one page at a time, yet it hadn't been burned down. Was there some secret behind it?

Was that a warning to me?

Could something like a ghost or a curse have been with me since the day I was reading?

If the book's paper was indeed torn off by the foster father, then why didn't the adoptive father burn it?

Unwilling to part with it? Don't dare to? Can't?

It shouldn't be that he was reluctant to part with it, but there was a high possibility of him being unwilling to part with the other two.

When I first found this book, it was buried in Aunt Zhang's house. Inside a box, it was surrounded by wooden people, as if they were setting up some kind of array.

Perhaps this was the only thing an adoptive father could do to the book before he died.

When I received this book, I felt that it was the body of my foster father that was guiding me, but now, when I think about it, was it my foster father, or was it the book itself?

Taking this book out of the box might have been a mistake in itself, but what I am doing now is just superimposing a process of my own mistakes …

This book is so wicked that I wouldn't have been surprised if I had found it among all the clues at the time. It was one of the things that led me to release myself.

Now, facing this book, I can't just take it as a piece of paper with words written all over it. It's as if what is in front of me right now is a living being.

Were those wooden puppets some kind of formation to suppress the evil aura in the book?

What would happen if the book were completely burned?

Holding the book in my hand, I was conflicted for a long time. In the end, I gritted my teeth.

I want to see if this book can be destroyed!

I took the book outside with me, along with a pack of matches and a bottle of wine that my foster father had left behind when he was alive.

Although there was a gust of wind blowing outside, it did not affect the flames.

This was a book made out of paper. When it was burned, it was still very easy.

Lingling followed behind me, so she naturally knew what I was about to do.

She knew I was trying. There might be a reason why this book couldn't be burned, otherwise it might not have survived until now.

I just want to see the reason why I can't burn it. This process might bring about some danger for me, so I have to be very vigilant.

If something serious happened to him, he would have to stop moving immediately.

Taking a deep breath to remind myself, I placed the book on a dry patch of ground.

Let me see what exactly is hidden on your body …

After saying that, I poured all of my foster father's bottle of white wine on top of the book.

Then, I gently took out a match. At this moment, it was as though there was a reaction. I felt the wind in my surroundings slowly rise up like the waves of a sea.

Following the rising of the gusts of wind, the surrounding air became even colder. The gusts of wind kept drilling into my neck.

It was as if she had directly stabbed into my bones, causing waves of pain to come from my bones.

At this moment, the lights in the room flickered on and off. There were creaking sounds coming from the room. Even from outside, I could clearly hear them.

Then I heard whispers in the yard, as if a lot of people were reciting something.

Those sounds are like spells, and... It seemed to be an incantation from the Compendium of Evil Theurgy.

I slowly struck the match. A flame rose. However, after the flame was ignited, it quickly changed and became …

It became a dark green color, and the color was extremely dense. Lingling's and my face became green in the light.

At the same time, I cried out in alarm. The match in my hand suddenly dropped to the ground.

Elder sister, what happened to you!

When Lingling, who was beside me saw me in this state, suddenly rushed forward to support me.

This kind of scene had naturally affected her as well, and Lingling's eyes were already filled with fear.

The moment she held me, I could feel the cold and trembling of her hands through her clothes.

However, at this moment … I'm in so much pain, it seems... His heart felt as if it had been grabbed by something.

CHAPTER 103 - FOOTPRINT

The flame in my hand naturally fell to the ground as I panted heavily. In that instant, I even felt the fear of losing my life, as though there was some kind of power that wanted to take it away from me.

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.

CHAPTER 104 - WOODEN BLOOD STAIN

The sudden sound of the sigh gave me a fright. Then, I abruptly raised my head.

The windows in the house had long ago been shattered. Last time, Liu Qing had used a slingshot to break it, so when they were in the courtyard, they could clearly see and hear everything that was happening in the house.

I saw some ashes in front of the two spirit tablets. They were obviously worshipped not long ago.

I wanted to go in and take a closer look, but I didn't make up my mind in the end. After all, I knew in my heart that I was one of the people that Aunt Zhang wanted to kill, and that I was someone who had a great relationship with her death.

I originally felt guilty towards the Aunt Zhang, but when I found out that the Aunt Zhang was a place where ghosts kept on spreading and killing people, I felt even more guilty.

After what happened at Aunt Zhang's house last time, I am even more afraid to step foot into it.

If not for Liu Qing's arrival the last time, I would have definitely died.

At this moment, he heard a long sigh coming from inside the room, but he didn't see anything …

I took a deep breath and turned around. Hearing such a sound, it should have been normal …

It's just that I'm struggling with a question, could it really be Liu Qing? Or was there someone else?

If there was someone else, who could it be?

Based on the method I had used to dig from the mountain, I started the fire while digging the hole. Fortunately, the hole was relatively small, and the ground beneath the mountain wasn't as solid as it was frozen.

A few hours later, I dug out the box again. During the process of digging, I carefully moved the wooden figures to the side.

At this moment, I also noticed that above the wooden puppet, there was something abnormal about it …

These wooden figures were all stained with some color.

Furthermore, they were all in the same spot, with blood flowing out from the area where their eyes were, as if they were crying.

This made the originally strange wooden figure look even more evil.

Could it be that the entire Evil Theurgy had been taken away, causing the Wood Elves to experience such a change?

I took a deep breath and took out the box before carefully opening it.

It was still this coffin-shaped box, but the iron chains on it, which I had undone last time, were still hanging on top of the coffin.

After opening the coffin, a fishy stench emanated from within. It was the smell of thick blood.

It was as if after the book on Evil Theurgy had left, everything buried underground had changed soundlessly.

The coffin was still filled with old copper coins. However, the color of the copper coins had changed. They were now covered in a layer of dark red rust that gave off a smell similar to blood.

The dark red rust looked more or less the same color as the color of the wooden puppets' eyes.

The wooden puppets were originally smiling, but now, their smiles turned into evil smiles.

It was true that the eyes could change the entire face. If the eyes of a person changed, their expression might change as well.

As a human, the wooden figure was naturally the same. At this moment, the wooden figure's eyes were a little red, and its smile also changed along with it.

It seems like these things really have something to do with this book …

As I put the book back into the coffin, I felt a pair of eyes staring at me from behind, a pair of hands resting slowly on my shoulders.

Although he did not feel the heaviness, he still felt waves of coldness that seeped into his shoulder.

I exhaled a long breath of cold air and without much thought, I quickly covered the lid of the coffin tightly.

At the same time, I reattached the previous chain onto the chain. After doing all of that, I felt the strangeness slowly disappear from my body.

After that, I slowly put the coffin back. I didn't know if these wooden figures had any particular methods of burying it before, or if they had any particular directions to place it in.

After all, the wooden puppets were all dug out. Even if there was a sequence, the last time they were dug out, it was already a mess.

One must know that there are many things to pay attention to within the Yin-yang Dao. One must have enough intelligence and care.

If there was a place to pay attention to, any deviation in a small detail could affect the overall situation.

Right now, I only hope that these wooden puppets aren't special in the first place. Otherwise, with my current abilities, it would be difficult to deal with them.

Now, he could only bite the bullet and bury the coffin.

As I was about to put the coffin in, I jumped and almost dropped the one I was holding in my arms.

Because I saw a black mass of ants crawling under the coffin.

These ants had been gathering at the bottom of the coffin for who knows how long. Moreover, there didn't seem to be food on the floor, nor did it seem like an ant's nest.

I remember last year, when I first dug this thing out, I didn't see anything like this.

Why did he see so many ants now that the weather was cold?

Ye Mo frowned as he stared at the ants for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what was going on. Other than the strange location and time, there really wasn't anything special about them.

The black mass gave me goosebumps. I braced myself and placed the coffin back where I was. Since the location of the coffin was originally here and there were no changes in the position of the ants, then there should be sufficient gaps to prevent the ants from being crushed to death.

Then, I carefully filled up the wooden bodies and the soil. This time, I purposely counted a total of 15 wooden bodies. I didn't know if they had been dug out or not.

The position and size of the red dots on the wood puppets were all the same. Even if they were wrong, they weren't too big.

The wooden body emitted an evil aura, and the smile on the corner of its mouth also became strange.

I have never seen any of these wooden figures in the Compendium of Evil Theurgy. After all, it is very possible that they are techniques used to suppress this book, so I believe that there is no description of them in the Compendium of Evil Theurgy.

In other words, this was something that the adoptive father had researched himself. It was a technique that he had learned in the past …

After burying the book, I let out a long breath and felt much more relaxed.

I don't know if it's just that the psychological burden has lessened, or if something really has disappeared from me.

Too many things could have happened, and I was really a bit suspicious.

However, I feel that anyone who experiences this kind of thing would become extremely suspicious …

There are so many things that normal people find hard to understand. I just watched helplessly as, secretly, I guessed.

How many more secrets do I not know?

How many other people are there that I haven't met?

Anyway, right now, I have temporarily put down a heavy burden. Looking at the sun, it's already noon. It's time to go home.

When I returned home, Lingling was waiting for me. When she saw me return, he heaved a sigh of relief. Lingling had already prepared lunch.

During dinner, I asked Lingling:

According to your understanding of your big brother Liu Qing, where do you think he should be right now?

Lingling is young, but her mind is active enough, and I feel that her instincts are sometimes even sharper than mine.

As Lingling ate, she pondered deeply before saying:

"Big Brother Liu Qing is a very serious person, don't look at how he is, he's actually especially serious about what Uncle Liu has to say.

I had the feeling that he had some special feelings for the village, and that there were important things to do in the village.

Since there has been no news of him in the Old Bull Village, then, it is very likely that he is in this village … "

Lingling spoke with a very serious tone, as if she was an extremely old man.

Looking at Lingling's serious expression, I nodded my head. In my heart, I was thinking that Liu Qing was a very powerful person …

Else, it would be impossible for him to kill the Village Chief without batting an eyelid. Since he was strong enough, then …

He might very well have been in the village all along! Others may not be able to do it, but Liu Qing could do it!

Just as I was thinking about this, there was a sudden knock on the door!

Gather at the village entrance! The Village Chief is going to have a meeting! "

CHAPTER 105 - BELL

Hearing such a voice, I was shocked. It was definitely not a good thing to gather everyone in the village and call them out.

I frowned and quickly ate a few mouthfuls of rice. Seeing that Lingling was almost done eating, I anxiously brought her out.

What was there to say in this meeting? Could the Old God Wang have found a way to solve everything?

When I thought of this, my heart was also excited. This matter was related to the whole village, but it was also related to my life.

I have to go out and take a look!

In fact, I wasn't the only one thinking this. Everyone in the village was feeling a burst of excitement in their heart, and they sped up their pace.

Soon, all the villagers had gathered at the entrance of the village. The surrounding villagers all had an expectant look on their faces. They were discussing something in private.

Lingling and I were also looking forward to it. There was only one person who did not reveal such an expression …

Er Nao.

The current Er Nao still had that crazy look on his face, laughing merrily, as though he didn't understand anything. He looked at the villager, at the villager.

One moment he was laughing, the next he was singing a few lines.

Everyone in the village had an impatient expression, but after what happened with Xiao Hui last time, only one person dared to provoke Er Nao.

This was because Old God Wang had been offended by Er Nao and did not punish him. This meant that this person was not simple.

Just like me, it could very well be someone who has a cause and effect.

Thinking about this, I frowned. At this moment, the village chief and the Old God Wang didn't come. I frowned, thinking about the matter regarding the cause and effect.

If the person who pulled Karma really did exist, then why couldn't such a person die? Was there a special reason?

Would he not be able to die forever, or would he not be able to die temporarily?

The person who had triggered the karma seemed to have an inseparable relationship with the entire plan. In other words, the person who had triggered the karma could become a kind of sacrifice or something like that.

Otherwise, why would they let us live? It's not that we can't kill them, it's just that it's not the time to kill them yet.

Thinking of this, my heart quivered. If my guess is correct, then it must be in the underworld.

Could it be that countless living eyes were staring at me, staring at me so hard that I couldn't escape them?

He treated me like an animal and waited patiently, waiting for the right moment and then he would completely exterminate me …

As for Er Nao, he too could not be spared …

Just as I was thinking about the excitement in my heart, my breathing started to quicken. Since the possibility of this happening is very high, it would be impossible for me to not be afraid.

After all, I am just a girl. If there are really countless gazes on me in the village, how will I escape in the future?

Just when I was thinking about how excited I was, a sharp bell suddenly made me jump in fright. It forcefully pulled me back to reality from the illusion.

Although these bell sounds weren't loud, they were extremely sharp, as if they could directly pierce into a person's brain. It was as if even the sounds could grow sharp edges.

Looking at the surrounding villagers, their faces also didn't look too good. It seemed that I wasn't the only one affected by the sound.

The sound of the bell made people feel uncomfortable. It was because there was a burst of breath mixed within the bell.

In the Evil Theurgy Book, bells were a type of thing that had many uses. They themselves needed to communicate with the yin and yang realms, and even to drive Ghost Being, they naturally needed to bring along yin and yang energies. As for bells that brought yin energy, if they did not restrain it, they would naturally be affected by the yin energy.

Old God Wang did not hold back when he shook the bell at all, not caring about the feelings of the surrounding villagers.

Last time, he wanted to use Xiao Hui to establish his might, but he didn't expect me to stop it.

Because of the face issue, Old God Wang could not continue to intervene.

Maybe he felt that the impact he had on the villagers last time was not deep enough, so now, Old God Wang continued to use his bell to influence the people around him.

Just as he had expected, although the villagers' appearances were very painful, the fanaticism in their eyes became more and more intense.

To make someone believe deeply was actually very simple. It was to let them see how powerful and terrifying one was.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of children crying, accompanied by the ringing of a bell. The crying sounds were heart-wrenching, as though something extremely painful had happened.

All of them were crying children around the age of ten, so it was impossible to tell if they were male or female. Moreover, it was very strange that this sound could not tell where it was coming from, making the ringing sound even more ethereal.

That's the sound I've heard a lot these days!

The child's cry! He had long thought that this voice had something to do with the Old God Wang, but he had no idea what the Old God Wang was doing.

After being in Old God Wang for such a long time, she said that she had to find a way. What kind of method did she find?

This wave of weeping was definitely not something that a human could utter. After all, it was far too ethereal.

It was as if the sky was circling around them. And then, I finally saw Old God Wang following the Village Chief and the black clothed person, slowly walking over from afar.

The closer he got, the stranger the ringing sounds became.

Turning around to look at the people around her, Grandma Daocao still hadn't come over. It had been a long time since she last saw her.

Could something have happened to the Grandma Daocao?

However, thinking about it carefully, it was unlikely. After all, during this period of time, everyone in the village was panicking.

When the Old God Wang did not appear in the village, the only faith the villagers had was the Grandma Daocao.

The villagers were very trusting of the body double. They believed that after having the body double, if the Ghost Being wanted to seek revenge, it would target the body double instead of itself …

This meant that Grandma Daocao had been extremely busy during that time, and something couldn't have happened so silently.

Maybe the body substitute used up a lot of Qi. Grandma Daocao was too tired, so she had to rest for a long time …

Actually, if there's a chance, I want to have a good chat with her.

I just don't know what her position is. Although I don't know it, I still have a good impression of her.

After all, on the day of my foster father's death, the entire night was deserted and only this Grandma Daocao who was respected by everyone was willing to come and see me.

From then on, in my subconscious, I viewed Grandma Daocao as a very gentle person.

But if he thought about it carefully, in such an evil village, what kind of good would a respected person be?

Furthermore, at that time, Grandma Daocao had always insisted that Liu Songxian was not a good person and Liu Songxian had always been my main suspect.

But as time passed, I gradually felt that Liu Songxian and my foster father were on the same side.

This is just a vague feeling, I don't know what it is like, and neither does Liu Qing … We can only hold on to one another's reservations.

This is also why I have never dared to interact properly with Grandma Daocao. I already know many secrets, so casually telling this to others would bring about a fatal disaster.

On the other side, I saw the village chief and the other two standing in front of the crowd. As the bell rang, the crying slowly stopped.

At this moment, I saw two dark red figures slowly walking over from not too far away.

The reason why they were dark red was because both of them were covered in fresh blood, and their white robes were dyed red …

These two children were a male and a female. However, their hair had all been shaved off. The reason for the blood on their bodies was because there were symbols engraved on their skin.

They were densely packed. Even though these two children were dressed in clothes, one could vaguely tell that these two children's entire bodies were written with these symbols. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for them to be stained with so much blood.

And now, I can't tell if these two children are alive or dead, because their expressions are all incomparably wooden. I can tell that they walked under the driving force of that bell.

At this time, the crying stopped. At this time, the Village Chief suddenly said,

This is the fortune of a village. We care about Feng Shui. Let me tell everyone a story …

As he spoke, the Village Chief's eyes swept across the crowd with a serious expression. What did he want to say?

I seriously stood on the spot, listening to what the Village Head said next …

CHAPTER 106 - MARRIAGE

Seeing that the villagers were all waiting, the Village Chief said,

"I remember when I was young, I often heard some strange things.

In 1990, two hundred-meter snakes were dug out of the Zibo tunnel in Shandong province, scaring one person to death on the spot.

In 1922, a landslide occurred in a coal mine in Shanxi province. The cause was unknown and twenty people died.

In 1993, a certain village in Liaoning was repairing a temple by the river. The builders were swept away by the river, two people were missing, and one person was confirmed dead.

There are some ancient occupations that you might not have heard of. Even if you have heard of them, you might not believe it.

Those who didn't understand this profession would call the Old God Wang Mister, and those who did know this would respectfully call him Master Wu.

Looking at the sun, moon and stars, looking at the lifeline of plants and vegetation, he could feel the changes in Feng Shui.

There was a spirit in the mountain, and the presence of that spirit could control life and death.

Even in big cities, whenever there were huge projects in the mountains, such as mining and repairing roads, those who understood the rules would always invite a mister. Some big bosses didn't even understand the meaning of the so-called witches and only wanted lucky opportunities.

Construction in the mountains was a major event. Living beings, temples, they could all affect the entire project and even the life of the creator.

Regarding mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, there are always those kinds of strange rumors and bizarre deaths. Have you ever thought that it might be because of some taboo that caused this unknown thing?

The village chief seemed to be talking about something else, but it made my heart tremble. What is a witch?

Since the village chief said that the Old God Wang was a witch, then, what the Old God Wang learned was the Compendium of Evil Theurgy …

What does this have to do with the Evil Theurgy? Was it also one of the Feng Shui mystical arts?

Or could it be that the so-called shaman himself was something recorded in the entire Evil Theurgy?

Old mister Wang stood by the side with his hands behind his back, listening to the words of the Village Head. It was as if he was slowly unveiling his mysterious veil.

You should know that the whole village is related to Magi.

As the Village Head spoke to here, I was even