C35

This was no ordinary Marble, there were actually traces of red on it.

That should be blood or cinnabar, but Marble were metal.

The metal did not have Yin and Yang energy, so when something with yang energy was applied to the metal, it would be able to cause all the positives on it to evaporate.

I looked at the broken window. After the window was broken, the dark room actually started to shine brighter.

At this moment, I finally understood why the room was so dark. It turned out that the room was shrouded in yin energy, and even the windows were covered.

Ordinary people could not see it with their naked eyes, but they could feel the darkness.

And exactly because of the condensation of the yin energy, Liu Qing was unable to open the door when he was outside.

This situation was caused by the accumulation of Miasma, but it could also be understood to be caused by ghosts.

Since the door could not be opened, it would be impossible for him to knock on the window using ordinary methods.

They could only use this kind of Marble to shatter the glass, but …

What method did this Liu Qing use to calm the surrounding aura?

It seemed like he was the one who had come to pay his respects or to try his best during this period of time.

He was clearly dressed like a city man, running to such a remote place, and even going to Aunt Zhang's house?

Who is this, and what role is he playing?

At this moment, everything quieted down, and I didn't leave immediately. Just now, when that thing was grabbing my neck, I thought of a few clues.

Returning to the position where my foster father's corpse was that day, I looked in the direction where he was lying on the ground.

That day, the body of the foster father seemed to have been moved, suddenly changing from lying down to lying down, and in a licking position on the ground.

Actually, I misunderstood my father's death was due to him sticking out his tongue, and the actual meaning behind that gesture …

It should be a very pious kowtow.

Kneeling on the ground, in a prostrate position, if I remember correctly, those widened eyes of mine were staring straight at a certain direction …

I took a deep breath and kowtowed to her, looking in that direction …

Now that he thought about it, his foster father's eyes had been directed toward the door of the house, which was the center of the yard.

There was nothing in the courtyard except for some weeds and broken stones.

I wandered around the yard, trying to find something of value.

Suddenly, I saw something different in the middle of the courtyard …

There were also some weeds in the middle of the yard. However, the color of the soil underneath the weeds seemed to be different from the normal soil.

I frowned slightly and walked over. I picked up a handful of soil and found that the soil here was slightly dark red compared to other places.

The earth on our side was black, and this dark red was so close to black that it would have been impossible to see if we hadn't looked at it closely.

After looking at them carefully, he realized that these dark red things … It felt rough, but it didn't feel like earth …

Instead, it looked like … After the wood was broken into pieces, it began to rot on the ground, forming a faint fragrance.

I was startled. I never knew that there was such a wood in the village. From an early age, what kind of wood there was in the village was something that I knew quite well.

In fact … I've never heard of such a plant before...

I picked up a shovel and started to dig along the dark red soil.

After digging about fifty centimeters deep, I suddenly discovered something buried deep within the ground. It vaguely took the form of a human.

I hastily picked up the item and placed it in my hand to wipe off the dirt on it.

Sure enough, it was a little person carved from wood. The little person's appearance was subtle and perky, but because it had been buried in the ground for too long, its facial features were already blurry.

However, it still gave off an exquisite feeling. This little person looked very peaceful and seemed to be smiling.

It was very similar to a doll used to tie up a baby at a temple party...

Moreover, the wood was dark red in color, and emitted the same smell. It seemed that the debris on the ground was the same as the wood material.

This little person shouldn't have been buried in the ground for too long, at least half a year. Otherwise, it would have rotted even worse.

A small person about the size of a palm would be buried here in less than half a year.

That was to say, someone had deliberately come here to bury him, and not just casually buried him.

But, what does it mean to have a little wooden person buried in the home of a dead person?

The debris on the ground had rotted quite badly.

It wasn't that these fragments had been there for a long time, but these fragments were all relatively small. They naturally changed rather quickly and had almost fused with the soil on the ground.

And because the number of debris is relatively large, it will show a dark red color.

Looking at the wooden figure in my hands, I didn't find anything abnormal, so I just put it aside and continued to dig, trying to find any other clues.

After digging for a long time, I actually dug out more than ten identical wooden bodies. Furthermore … If he went deeper, there would be more.

The degree of decay of these wooden puppets was different. One reason was because the depth was different, and the other reason was because the time it took to bury the wooden puppet was different …

Could it have been buried by his foster father?

The debris on the ground should have been carved here. Even if they weren't carved here, they must have been processed in this place. The debris was left on the ground during the process of processing.

The wood people all had different shapes, but they were all very dignified and peaceful looking. Their adoptive father would come to the Aunt Zhang's house with a big bundle on his back every once in a while, and he even closed the door tightly after he entered.

I always thought that my foster father had gone inside to worship, but … Now that he thought about it, if it was about what he was doing in the courtyard, it wasn't impossible …

Could it be that the things he carried to Aunt Zhang's house included these wooden dolls?

After all, the wooden doll with the large bag was impossible to have all the items in it.

In such a large courtyard, it was impossible to find out what her adoptive father had done in the courtyard.

He could only try his best to find some clues, and see if he could connect these clues to what was happening now.

All of these wooden figures had a calm and peaceful appearance. Anyone who could see their expressions would be able to see that. At this moment, the shovel in my hand suddenly emitted a slight metallic sound.

I was slightly stunned. This time, I seemed to have dug up something, and it wasn't made of wood!

I didn't dare to move the shovel again, afraid that the reckless digging would destroy the things underground.

Squatting down and gently pushing the dirt away, he found that it was a wooden box.

The box was not too big, only about 30 centimeters long. It should be made of the same material as the wooden puppets. There were some strange patterns on it that were almost invisible due to the erosion of time.

I pulled out the box and was slightly surprised. This thing was actually the shape of a coffin. When combined with the dark red color and the patterns on it, it gave off a strange feeling.

On the surface of the coffin, there were a few thin iron chains, as if they were afraid that something would come out.

What could there be in such a small coffin? When I pulled the coffin out, I did feel a bit heavy …

Could it be that there really was something inside?

Thinking of this, my hand subconsciously trembled violently. Afterwards, I released the coffin and carefully stared at it for a long time.

When I came in, the courtyard door was already closed. I did not manage to open it immediately.

When I was in the yard, my attention wasn't on it, nor did I notice it.

It should have been closed by Liu Qing just now, when he left. He clearly looked like he left in a hurry, but he did not forget to close the door.

It was as if he didn't want others to see what was going on inside …

Then... What was in the coffin?