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In the middle of the grave stood a figure with unbound hair and a pale face. It was smeared with a thick layer of makeup, blush, and lipstick.

I still remember, this look was exactly the same as when Aunt Zhang died, like a paper man.

"Aunt Zhang? Aunt Zhang? Is that you? "

In my dream, I felt like I was back in my childhood. My voice was young and tender, and I was muttering noisily.

Aunt Zhang's pair of eyes didn't have the slightest bit of luster to them and were completely lifeless as she stared at me woodenly.

I wanted to go over, but Aunt Zhang, who was standing in a pile of graves, waved her hand as if she was saying goodbye to me and also seemed to be telling me not to go near.

In my dream, I wasn't the least bit afraid, I only wanted to catch the Aunt Zhang.

But right at this time, Aunt Zhang suddenly laughed. Her smile revealed her teeth, but her eyes were still dull.

At the same time, I suddenly saw pale-white hands stretching out from the ground.

It appeared so suddenly, causing a cloud of dust to rise up.

These people were all grabbing upwards, as if they were frantically trying to grab onto something.

Aunt Zhang's legs were grabbed just like that. Seeing this scene, I panicked and cried out:

"Aunt Zhang! Run, Aunt Zhang!

But Aunt Zhang just looked at me like that. I clearly saw two streams of tears flowing out from those lifeless eyes, were two streams of blood colored tears …

"Hehehe …" "Hahaha …"

Slowly, Aunt Zhang's smile turned into a crazed laugh. Two streams of blood tears and that crazed smile, gave off a feeling of incompatibility.

And her body was also moving. I just watched as Aunt Zhang was slowly being grabbed by those pale white hands and slowly sinking into the ground.

It was clearly a hard ground, but it was like a swamp, and they just watched as Aunt Zhang sank into it.

At this moment, I finally started to feel fear. I turned around and was about to escape, but at this moment, I realised that I couldn't escape anymore …

I didn't know when, but I had actually arrived at the center of the tomb. Those pale-white hands had already grabbed me … Just drag it towards the ground...

This kind of feeling made me completely terrified. I screamed, struggled, and tried to struggle free, but there was nothing I could do in front of these pale white hands …

Ah!

With a scream, I abruptly sat up on the brick bed, panting heavily. At this moment, my forehead was covered in sweat.

Lingling had already woken up and was helping me prepare breakfast.

This scene made me feel a little ashamed, although I had only interacted with Lingling for a short day.

But Lingling made me feel a warmth that I have not felt in many years.

Even though Lingling is small, she's very sensible. When I was sick, she was by my side to take care of me, just like a little sister.

So seeing Lingling getting up to cook early in the morning, I felt a little guilty.

However, I wanted to say something, but in the end, I didn't say it out loud. After being cold to others for so many years, I didn't communicate with them.

And at this time, Lingling looked at me with concern:

"What's wrong, big sister? Did you have a nightmare?"

I shook my head.

"I'm fine …" "I'm fine …"

I never would have thought that after so many years, Aunt Zhang would once again appear in my dreams.

Old people often said that dreaming of someone who was already dead was definitely not as simple as just a dream. It could be that the spirit of the dead was conveying some sort of message to you.

But... What was being conveyed?

I frowned, unable to understand.

However … I faintly felt that this dream was indeed not ordinary, because it was incomparably real. For a moment, I even felt that the Aunt Zhang was right in front of me.

Aunt Zhang had already died for so many years, who would have thought … Years later, there was some kind of connection between her and me.

Outside my dream, it seems so real and illusory. Could it be that the Aunt Zhang wants to pass on something to me?

I can't even remember the appearance of Aunt Zhang, but I can still clearly remember how she looked like when she died.

But to be honest, when the Uncle Zhang was still alive, although our two families lived opposite each other, we didn't have much interaction with each other.

I don't feel any sort of closeness to the Aunt Zhang either.

But I don't know why, but in my dreams, when I saw the Aunt Zhang, I suddenly felt a sense of closeness to him, especially the instant two streams of blood flowed out …

Why is that?

Looking at the time, it was actually already 9 o'clock. My illness was also much better, so I now felt like I had just recovered from a serious illness.

His face still hurt a little. He was beaten up by Da Xiong's mother yesterday.

Lingling had already cooked a meal. Although it was just a little porridge in the morning, it gave me an indescribable feeling of warmth.

Who knew that just as the rice was served, a shout suddenly came from outside:

"Damn girl, get out here!"

It was as if Lingling had also felt the aggressive approach of the people outside, and her hands trembled intensely, almost knocking the bowl on the table over.

"Lingling, it's alright. Don't be afraid, big sister will go out and see. You stay in the house."

What was about to happen couldn't be avoided after all. My heart started to beat intensely.

Originally, the fear in my heart had lessened slightly after enduring so much pain. In any case, I was alone. After enduring so much pain, what was there to be afraid of?

But now that he had Lingling, that fear had risen to a whole new level …

I stood up and went outside to open the door. I had to face what I had to face after all. Under such circumstances, it was impossible for me to stay outside.

The moment I opened the door, I saw a group of people standing at the entrance with a menacing look on their faces.

"It's been three days, what happened to our tomb? Are you still planning on going through quietly like this? "

Counting today, it had indeed been three days since the incident of digging up the grave.

"My apologies, but I've been busy these past two days with my father's funeral, and have been …"

"You didn't take us seriously at all, right? Stop pretending. I know, you must have colluded with some wild man to dig up our family's tomb.

I say, are you all so poor that you can dig someone's grave and do such a wicked thing? " A villager said coldly.

At this moment, a villager walked into my house without giving me any explanation. I wanted to stop him, but I couldn't.

Lingling, on the other hand, saw someone enter and ran out fearfully to stand beside me and grab my arm.

The man who entered the house wandered around for a long time before coming out, shaking his head at the other villagers.

It looks like they're looking for something...

I frowned slightly but didn't say anything. What are they looking for? Are you looking for something you lost in the graveyard?

But as far as I know, although a lot of the villagers' graves were dug up, other than the corpses of Aunt Zhang and the Aunt Zhang, nothing else was missing.

Besides, in a small place like ours, there won't be anything valuable to be buried with.

But since they weren't looking for anything in the graveyard, what were they looking for?

"Little girl, it's true that those tombs were abandoned, but nothing was lost.

Besides, your father has just died, so we don't want to investigate any further.

How about this, if someone's grave is excavated, you can take out a few thousand yuan to compensate for the losses.

Listening to what the villagers said, I nodded my head.

"Sure, but right now …" Not much money... When I have the money, I'll definitely give it to you. "

Speaking of which, I don't even have any confidence anymore.

After my adoptive father died, all he had left was some free money, which he had already used up during the funeral, and he didn't even have the money left over from the time when I accompanied him to the funeral.

Right now, all I have is some change at home. I don't even know where the money that my foster father and I earned all these years has gone to.

Logically speaking, since we've been living in poverty all these years, our adoptive father should have saved up quite a bit of money, but … Where's the money?

Sure enough, after hearing my words, the person in front of me became enraged. He grabbed my collar, pointed at my nose and said,

"Little girl, what are you pretending for? Your father is dead, so all the money he made from crying all these years is yours, right?

You're crying your head off to me right now? "

However, these people treated me much better than they did two days ago. If it was two days ago, I'm afraid they would have already started beating me up.

This also means that these villagers have already started to feel fear towards me … They're afraid of me...