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After all, it was just straw. No matter how good it was, it wouldn't be as lifelike as a paper man.

But... The aura of death on this scarecrow … The scarecrow's face gave off a sinister feeling.

The scarecrow's facial features were also drawn, but perhaps it was due to the rain, but they were extremely blurry. I didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but I kept having the feeling that the scarecrow's face seemed to be especially contorted.

It seemed to be pain or fear. In short … His entire face was in a state of disbelief.

And now, looking at the clothes worn by the scarecrow, it looked just like the ones worn by her foster father and Aunt Zhang when they died.

This scarecrow definitely wasn't buried in the grave from the start, and from the looks of it, this scarecrow wouldn't last more than three days.

Clothes are pure fabric, stitched out, who stitches out such a garment?

Seeing such a scarecrow, the first person I thought of was naturally the Grandma Daocao …

But after thinking about it carefully, at such an age, with Grandma Daocao and her inflexible legs, how could she possibly go up the mountain to do such a thing?

After carefully weighing the scarecrow in my hand, I noticed something strange …

This scarecrow was much heavier than an ordinary scarecrow. Even if it had been under the rain, it shouldn't have this weight. It seemed … What is hidden inside...

Thinking of this, I reevaluated the scarecrow in my hand and removed the clothes on it.

Following which, I saw that the scarecrow's clothes were a dark red. After taking off its clothes, a faint smell of decay was emitted.

This blood didn't seem to come from the outside but rather the inside. It seemed to come from the inside.

Through the dark red, I could see something written on the scarecrow's body. There were also strange symbols, but because of the dark red color, I could no longer see what it was written on.

Did the scarecrow itself bleed? I frowned. How is this possible …

But this dark red blood … What was going on?

Smelling that strange smell, my hands trembled slightly. Enduring the repulsive dark red color, I slowly placed my fingers on the straw.

Since the blood came from the inside out and the scarecrow couldn't bleed, then there was only one possibility … There was something inside the scarecrow.

At this moment, I felt a trace of coldness. Behind me, there seemed to be some kind of aura slowly changing, as though something was staring at me …

But at this moment, I had already opened up the straw. When I saw what was inside, I almost cried out.

Even though he didn't cry out, he felt a wave of disgust. He subconsciously threw the scarecrow in his hand to the ground.

There was indeed something inside the scarecrow. Wrapped up inside was a huge rat!

The mouse's eyes were still staring at him. Could it be that the mouse would also feel fear because of its death?

At this moment, the rat had already rotted away, and blood was seeping out from its flesh. This was the blood that came from the scarecrow.

Thinking about the scarecrow I had just come in contact with, I couldn't help but feel a wave of nausea.

Although the rat's decay was very severe, I could still tell that there were traces on its body. Those were traces of being cut by a sharp weapon.

Moreover, it was very likely that the rats were trampled to death because of these marks. Seeing this scene, I felt even more disgusted.

This was very much like the work of an adoptive father. Although he had personally witnessed his adoptive father doing some very cruel things, no matter when he thought about it or saw it, he would still feel nauseous.

If this scarecrow was really his foster father's doing, then … What was his purpose?

What was the point of a foster father doing so many things?

I felt even more baffled. Looking at the rat that had just started to rot, I kicked the dirt off the floor and buried the mouse.

The scarecrow, the mouse, could this also be some kind of Evil Theurgy?

In fact, throughout all these years, foster father has been researching these so-called evil ways. But, I feel that the things he researched were all lies. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been so repulsed by the words of the Ghost God.

He has studied for so many years, but I have never seen him do anything. He has studied for so many years, and done so many cruel things that people curse at.

However … Yet, he had never seen him achieve anything …

When he was alive, I just thought he was disgusting. Now that I think about it, I'm beginning to wonder, what exactly did he do all these years?

Even if it was a devilish plot, there had to be a goal. So, what was his goal?

The adoptive father is definitely not a person without any ability. Not only I admit this, everyone in the village thinks the same.

At the very least, in the field of useless work, he was definitely the best. Such a person wouldn't waste all these years on something he had no purpose for, right?

What was the black pill he gave me all these years?

Just as I was thinking about it, the feeling of being stared at by something behind me suddenly intensified.

At the same time, I felt something behind me... There was a kind of gloom that was spreading, perhaps also due to a woman's intuition, and I felt as if the atmosphere had suddenly turned cold.

This kind of feeling seemed to be stimulating my nerves. It made me suddenly turn around, only to see that there was nothing behind me … Only Lingling stood there …

The person who gave me that sense of gloom... It was actually Lingling …

At this moment, Lingling lowered her head slightly. She looked somewhat gloomy, and her white clothes fluttered slightly with her long hair in the wind.

"You … What's wrong, Lingling? "

The current Lingling did look a little unhappy, but speaking of how cold and gloomy it was, it was simply too exaggerated.

"Elder sister, I feel so lonely."

Lingling slightly lowered her head, and said while looking at the dead mouse.

Hearing Lingling's words, I was speechless, and did not know how to respond. What happened to Lingling all of a sudden?

As if possessed, after seeing this rat, his emotions suddenly changed.

I don't know how to start talking yet, but at this time, Lingling had already continued speaking:

"Uncle Liu is leaving us."

Affection? I frowned slightly, why would Lingling suddenly think of Liu Songxian here and now? What does it mean to be separated?

I walked to Lingling's side and slightly squatted down. Then, I rubbed Lingling's head and said:

"Did Lingling miss Uncle Liu? If you want, I'll take you to see him? "

At this point, I am at a loss for words. The feelings of a child are very simple to begin with. As long as I treat her slightly better, after getting along with her for a long time, emotions will naturally develop within me.

It seems that Liu Songxian treats Lingling quite well, I had always thought that since he would bring Lingling over to me, he would definitely treat Lingling badly.

Regarding Lingling's past, I have never dared to ask about it. After all, if this child's past is really sorrowful, then bringing it up would undoubtedly be stripping of the child's scars.

"There's no need to see him. Didn't I already see him yesterday?"

Lingling said, then fiddled with her fingers, thinking about something.

"Why did I suddenly think of Uncle Liu?" I asked.

"Because Uncle Liu also often cut mice into this shape.

I cry every time to stop him, but he doesn't listen. "

Good or bad things could leave a deep impression and make people remember a person, especially bad things.

Hearing Lingling's words, my pupils contracted, and Liu Songxian also...

I found it hard to believe that my adoptive father and he shared so much in common.

But after thinking about it, there was nothing inconceivable about it. Perhaps the two of them were originally the same type of people.

By now I was sure that the relationship between the two of them wasn't as simple as living in vain.

Whether it was good or bad, the two of them must have some sort of subtle connection. It was either a deep hatred or a deep friendship.

Between the two, I am more inclined towards the former. The corpse of my adoptive father is most likely the doing of him …

While I was deep in thought, I suddenly heard a sound coming from afar.

Crack … Crack … Crack …