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Considering Grandma Daocao's body, wanting to do all these required a lot of effort. After I understood her intentions, I hurriedly lowered my head to listen to what she had to say in my ear.

"That Liu Songxian is not a good person. Girl, don't trust her too much."

With that, Grandma Daocao looked around, and then directly used her walking stick to leave.

She seemed to be really nervous about something. I wanted to call for Grandma Daocao, but I, who was not good at interacting with living people, was unable to say anything as I watched Grandma Daocao's back.

Why did the Grandma Daocao say that? I was at a loss, the relationship between Liu Songxian and me was only a business deal, if I were to pay, and he was working, how can I not trade?

Also, the Grandma Daocao doesn't have any connections with the adoptive father, why would she give such an evaluation of the adoptive father?

Everyone in the village should know what kind of life I've lived in these past few years, why would Grandma Daocao say such words to me?

If these words came from someone else's mouth, perhaps it would just be a kind of habitual consolation, but Grandma Daocao is different. When she said these words to me, they were very serious, as if they had a deeper meaning.

Although the age difference is huge, but after all, they are all women, I can vaguely feel it.

Looking at the room Liu Songxian was in, Liu Songxian also looked like an honest man. What kind of thing would such a person do to get the Grandma Daocao to specially instruct him?

Although I was a little dazed, I still remembered the Grandma Daocao's words in my heart.

At this moment, the door was open, but it was completely deserted. Until late at night, no one came to take a look.

He remembered the last time he saw such a desolate funeral was when the Aunt Zhang died.

Deep in my heart, I leaned against the coffin, drowsy, and fell into a state that seemed to be sleep but not sleep.

It was currently autumn, and although it was hot during the day, the night was slightly cold.

Leaning against the coffin, a messy picture continuously appeared in my mind. I didn't know if I was sleeping or awake.

Suddenly, I thought I saw a person wearing colorful clothes in front of my house, but... It was so vague that it was hard to tell if it was a man or a woman.

When my adoptive father and Aunt Zhang were on the verge of death, they always wore these kinds of clothes, so I felt that this person seemed to be my adoptive father, but also somewhat similar to my Aunt Zhang …

Honestly speaking, after so many years had passed, the image of the Aunt Zhang seemed to have disappeared from my mind and become extremely blurry. At this moment, I could only see that the figure slowly walked to the coffin's side.

The sound of footsteps was very clear and loud. As it echoed in the courtyard, a wave of cold and gloomy feeling rose up from around him, penetrating deep into his bones.

I tried to open my eyes, but it was too late …

"Is that you, father …"

I muttered these words in a low voice, but didn't get any response. After that, I gradually lost consciousness …

Ah!

I don't know how long I slept, but a series of screams caused me to suddenly open my eyes. The one who let out this cry was Liu Songxian.

Even though I did not completely believe Grandma Daocao's words, I have always kept them firmly in my heart. At this moment, when I was facing Liu Songxian, I also had a strange feeling in my heart.

"What's wrong?"

I immediately stood up and looked at Liu Songxian, but Liu Songxian's eyes were tightly staring at the coffin, as if an extremely terrifying thing had happened …

"Girl …" This... You did this? " Liu Songxian pointed at the corpse inside the coffin and then turned his gaze towards me.

At this moment, I shifted my gaze towards the corpse. It doesn't matter if I don't look at it or not, but upon seeing it, I felt my limbs turn cold. If there wasn't someone by my side, I would have cried out in fear …

At this moment, the inside of the coffin was unexpectedly pitch black, and those black objects were the dried up blood.

Looking at the corpse itself, it was even more sinister. Its hands and feet were nailed firmly to the coffin, and its facial features were a mess. Its eyes were dug out, leaving only two bloody black holes.

Not only that, the corner of his mouth was also bloody, as if his tongue had been cut off. His originally long mouth had now closed, or it could be said that … He could close his eyes forever.

That was because the mouth had been sewn together with black threads, making it look like a puppet. As for the ears and nose, they had been directly sealed up with mud.

His four limbs and facial features had all suffered a cruel torture. He was clearly just a corpse … [Who is so cruel to play around with me?]

The scene before me caused me, the Funerary Slave, to feel a wave of disgust. Last night, after I had fallen asleep, I clearly didn't hear anything.

If what I see is real, then is what I see human or ghost? Could this thing have done something to his foster father's corpse?

The strangeness of his foster father's death was evident. When he was in the Aunt Zhang, his corpse had been moved, and now that he was in his own mourning hall, he was tormented like this …

Even if the person in front of me is filled with hatred, but he is already dead. What kind of deep hatred and hatred would allow others to treat him this way?

"Brother Liu, you guys went to sleep last night. Did you guys hear anything strange?"

If all of this was truly man-made, then when one was nailed to the coffin, it would definitely be very loud. How could I not hear it?

There were too many mysteries that couldn't be unraveled. Looking at the already sinister corpse become even more terrifying, my heart felt like it was in a mess.

My mind went blank. At this moment, it was as if I had lost all ability to think.

Liu Songxian and I looked at each other, both of us unsure of what to say.

After a long period of silence, Liu Songxian said:

"I have heard a bit about your father's matter. When I went out yesterday afternoon, I also heard someone say that your father was being held hostage by evil spirits.

Now that I look at it, this matter is really quite evil. Even if it's not a fierce ghost taking his life, there must be a reason that we do not know about. "

Liu Songxian was very serious. At this moment, his chest was moving up and down, and sweat was flowing down his forehead the moment he saw the corpse.

Actually, when I think about it, it's not that I don't believe in ghosts, but if this matter were to really get mixed up with the supernatural, then it would be much more complicated than it is now.

I still hope that things can be simpler and that I can live a peaceful life after settling down.

Logically speaking, with my foster father dead, no one would torture me anymore. My good days … Wasn't it supposed to be just the beginning?

Only now did I realize that I wasn't as mature as I had imagined. At this crucial moment, I would also be thrown into disarray.

Although I have experienced a lot more since I was young than children of the same age, I have only come into contact with a few levels. I know how ugly a living person is, but there are many things that cannot be handled by myself.

Just like now, after hearing what Liu Songxian said, I became even more flustered and asked:

"Brother Liu, what do you think we should do now?"

"This corpse can no longer move. According to what we've said, this person died a miserable death. The grievances he felt are very heavy. Now that the corpse has suffered this kind of torture, it will definitely be difficult for it to die in peace."

If we move the body again, we'll only bump into the body and make it more resentful.

This way, the gains will not make up the losses, so I suggest that we close the coffin this way. "

When Liu Songxian said this, I sucked in a cold breath of air.

This was especially true for people who had died horribly. Ruo Ruo looked too sinister when she sealed the coffin, so she naturally wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully after she was buried.

Now Liu Songxian actually wants my foster father to close the coffin like this... This is a little ridiculous …

Seeing my frown, Liu Songxian continued:

"Little girl, I, your brother, have been in this business for more than 20 years. I know more about corpses than you do.

If you don't want your father to transform into a ghost, not only do you need to seal the coffin, you also need to wrap around the ink line. "

"Ink Lines... Isn't that used to prevent corpses from being faked? "

I said one sentence, but before Liu Songxian could reply, all of a sudden, I heard a series of creaking sounds coming from the coffin beside me, as though a fingernail was scratching against a wooden board.