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I was so scared that my body went stiff. I quickly ran to the door.

But as soon as I took a step, I felt my back sink and I fell to my knees. My knee hit the floor hard and I grimaced in pain.

Cluck, cluck … The voice came again.

But something strange happened. A whirlwind rose up from the grave and wrapped me in it. The whirlwind carried the grave with it, sending sand and stone flying, blowing me so hard that I couldn't open my eyes.

As soon as I slowed down, I could feel the Miasma closing in on me again. I could even hear the creepy gurgling again.

After one such collision, I actually understood what was going on.

It was to buy money.

When they came, each of them had three pieces of paper, which they bought along the way. Now that he was going back, he had to give him money.

I am being chased by the things in the Golden Toad Temple, how can I have the time to count paper money?

I took out all the paper money and lit it up with my lighter. With a flick of my hand, the flames scattered in all directions and the whirlwinds became more and more urgent, whistling as they rolled towards the lit paper money.

I took the opportunity to run down the mountain. He was about to go down the mountain. Suddenly my ankle felt cold, as if a hand had grabbed my foot. I stumbled and fell into a nearby grave.

I fell so hard my bones broke that I couldn't get up for five or six seconds in the grave.

I know this grave belongs to the foster-grandpa. The Old Village Chief told me that when foster-grandpa was very ill, he had already sent people to dig this pit. If I am willing to fake the burial, I will bury the Regeneration here. If I don't agree, I will bury the foster-grandpa here.

I shook my head and forced myself to my feet. Suddenly I froze, too frightened to move. There was another person in the grave, lying beside me.

I caught a glimpse of it in the firelight and nearly fainted. Isn't this the foster-grandpa's "Regeneration"? I clearly threw it at the Golden Toad Temple, why did it come here?

I didn't dare to think too much about it. I crawled out of the grave pit on my hands and knees and quickly went down the hill.

Fortunately, that strand of cold wind didn't catch up to me. After a few more steps, I reached the village entrance.

When I heard Hu Dali's words, my tears immediately started to fall. I had temporarily forgotten those evil things from the cemetery, my mind was filled with the grief of the death of foster-grandpa.

When I asked Hu Dali where his clan uncle had gone to, he couldn't explain it either.

After walking around the village for a bit, I noticed that Hu Dali was looking at me strangely. There was confusion in his eyes, as well as a hint of fear.

I was scared out of my wits by his stare, so I asked him what he was looking at.

Hu Dali suddenly stopped and stared at me: "Ninth day, how did you put on your Regeneration clothes?"

My heart skipped a beat. I looked down and found that foster-grandpa's jacket was draped over my body. The thick smell of smoke kept on seeping into my nose.

I screamed and tore off my jacket with my fingers. Several of my buttons were broken, and I threw my jacket to the side of the road.

Hu Dali was shocked by my actions, and kept on asking me what was wrong. I didn't have the heart to explain, so I hurried home with him.

When I arrived at the gate of my house, I saw that the Spirit Flag had been hung up and the yard was lit up.

As soon as I entered the room, I began to shed tears. I kowtowed in front of the spiritual bed, then put on my mourning clothes and knelt down to guard it.

The old elder helped me up and said that our family only had a grandfather-grandson pair and that we had too few manpower. We didn't need to guard the spirit for now. Let's keep the funeral for a while.

foster-grandpa laid on the spirit bed with a piece of yellow paper covering his face. I had not seen him for the last time when he died, and now I wanted to see his face again.

I walked over to the bed and reached for the yellow paper.

"Don't, don't move." The old Village Head shouted at me and staggered over. "The Dark Paper can't move. If it gets angry, it's going to turn into a corpse."

Startled, I quickly withdrew my hand.

The old elder also knew that I had been studying outside for the past few years, so he didn't understand much about mourning matters. He patted me on the shoulder and comforted me with a few words.

Then he said with a serious tone, "Why don't you go find your uncle? When your foster-grandpa died, I saw that his expression wasn't right and hastily left. Just now, I sent someone to look for him. I've searched the entire village, and without his shadow, nothing bad can happen to him.

I immediately brought a few people and went to look for uncle.

The clan uncle had experienced a fake burial, and had also encountered some things on the mountain of tombs. I suspect that his face just now was a mess because of something inside the Golden Toad Temple.

There was no uncle in the village, so I found my way to the outside of the village.

Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe there was some kind of power behind it. I looked around and found that I was at the foot of the grave again.

As soon as I saw the grave, my legs trembled and I turned to leave. Who would have thought that Hu Dali would shout out, "Ninth day, my clan uncle is sleeping here."

Who can sleep at the foot of a grave? Hu Dali's brain wasn't working, so he didn't think too much into it. When I heard this, I knew something was wrong. Something must have happened to my uncle.

I couldn't care less about my fear as I hastily ran over. I saw my clan uncle lying down under a big tree with a posture similar to that of a foster-grandpa on a spiritual bed.

"Uncle … uncle …" I patted his face.

The clan uncle let out a stuffy snort, then opened his eyes.

The way he opened his eyes was very scary. First, his eyes were full of white. Then, his eyeballs rolled in his eye sockets. Only then did his black eyes appear.

"Uncle clan, are you alright?" I asked nervously.

My uncle didn't answer me. Instead, he grabbed my ankle and pulled up my pants.

I was startled. "Uncle Clan, what are you doing?"

Then my eyes fell on my calf and I was stunned.

There were seven or eight fingerprints there, black on my skin.

"What's going on?" The clan uncle raised his head and asked me with a hoarse voice.

My throat was a little dry. I coughed and said nervously, "I fell and fell in Golden Toad Temple."

When the clan uncle heard this, his face immediately became deathly pale.

"It's over." He muttered in despair.

My head buzzed as I remembered something my uncle had said before: If you fall seven times in a row, the immortals will not be able to save you.

But I still said unwillingly, "Uncle Cong, what's over? Don't scare me like that."

My uncle slowly raised his head and grabbed my shoulders with both hands.

I was terrified when I saw this. At this moment, the clan uncle opened his mouth and chuckled. "Of course it's your end."

My heart thumped as I realized that something was wrong with my uncle. I reached out to push him away. At this moment, my uncle suddenly exhaled towards me.

It was the Yin Qi from the Golden Toad Temple.

I could only feel the Miasma seep into my orifices, and then my head buzzed.

Cluck, cluck … This time, the scream came from my body.