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Coffins, Wood Man s, no matter what they were, they all gave people a absurd and bizarre feeling.

This coffin was quite heavy. Could it be that there really was something inside?

At this moment, my hand slightly leaves the coffin, yet I want to open it. I am in the middle of a dilemma.

If he didn't guess wrongly, the things that his foster father was worshipping should be this coffin and those wooden figures …

What was the point of these things? Liu Qing had been here before, did he know about the coffin?

It had only been a year since the coffin had been buried, and it had taken that one year to erase some clues.

I saw three words written on the lid of the coffin. It might be a name or something, but I couldn't tell what they were by now …

Time can dilute too many people and things, including the truth...

I took a few deep breaths. I had to open the coffin, no matter how nervous I was.

The slender iron chains were now stained with rust, as if they were just decorations, easily broken.

It's also possible... This iron chain wasn't used to prevent others from opening the coffin, but rather …

To prevent something else from opening the coffin, or something inside it from coming out...

These are just guesses. However, after guessing such things, my hands started to tremble and sweat started to flow from my body as I tried to remove the iron chains.

At this moment, the sky was already bright and the sun, which hadn't shone for a long time, finally shone a bit of light. After opening the steel chains, I discovered that there was actually a coffin nail stuck inside …

However, a normal coffin nail could not fit into such a small coffin, so what was nailed to the coffin were some small, ordinary nails.

After being buried in the ground for such a long time, the wood of the coffin had become very soft. It did not want to destroy the coffin.

But now with the coffin nailed to it, it was impossible to not destroy it.

I took the shovel and opened the coffin. A musty smell came out.

After all, they had been in the ground for such a long time. It didn't matter what it was, it would become moldy.

When he opened the coffin, he saw that it contained half a coffin worth of copper coins. These copper coins were obviously quite old. Some of them even had some serious defects, and it seemed like only half of them were left.

However, it could be seen that this copper coin was definitely worth a lot of money. As for the specific value of the copper coin, I couldn't see it, so I didn't know much about it.

But at the very least, it should have been two or three years of his adoptive father's mourning income. Why did he have to bury him under the ground?

It was even sealed with a coffin. Could it be that the adoptive father bought it to increase his value?

Should Not... The foster father probably didn't have such thoughts. With so much copper coins buried under the ground, as well as those wooden coffins, there must be some other reason.

I shook the coffin as I thought about it. The copper coins were basically mixed with the soil, so it wouldn't make too much noise even if I shook it.

These coins were very strange. One had to know that these ancient coins had two sides.

After all, ancient coins were usually dug out from graves and belonged to the dead. If a living person took something from a dead person, it would have been a taboo violation.

However, in feng shui, one could use an ancient coin to guard the mansion. This object had a spiritual nature, and after being used by tens of thousands of people, it carried an abundant amount of yang energy.

Thus, an ancient coin was something with two sides. It could be described as yin and yin, or yang and yang, depending on how it was used.

This was not difficult to understand. There was no absolute in this world, and Yin and Yang were the same.

With just a single shake, these copper coins moved slightly. I discovered that there seemed to be something hidden within the pile of copper coins.

It was very strange for these copper coins to appear here, so I didn't dare to carelessly touch them with my hands. I picked up two sticks from the side and used them to move the copper coins to the side.

Then, I carefully took out the items from within. It was a cloth bag, and it was wrapped very tightly. I also used a stick to open the cloth bag.

Inside the cloth was a worn-out book. Although the book looked worn out on the surface, the words on it were very clear.

There were a few big words written on it –

Summary of the folk Evil Theurgy.

I frowned, for no other reason than that the book looked too ordinary, with nothing to show for it but a little shabby.

Was such a book really worth putting in a coffin and burying in the ground?

Seeing that it was such a book, I mustered up my courage and directly picked up the book to flip through it.

The books were all filled with things that looked like ghost talismans, and the words on them were not in the proper style at all. It was as if they were copies of a handwritten version.

However, this didn't cover up the ordinary nature of the books. During the New Year festivities, the villagers would go to the larger villages to gather at the market.

In the market, there were countless of these books. Some of the books were trying to attract attention by deliberately printing them into a handwritten hand print to increase their authenticity.

Actually, they were all fools.

This thing... Was his foster father really buried underground?

I frowned and thought for a long time. Ordinary name, ordinary printing.

Flipping over to the first page, there were still the few big words written on top of the Evil Theurgy.

However, there was a small line of words beside it.

This book does the sky and the earth, the master after the death not reincarnation, known as the donor.

If there is no teacher to approve or pay respects to the entrants, then no decree will be issued. Every use will affect the cause and effect until the family is broken and the people perish, hooked into the underworld, and never reincarnated.

Before practising, you must first submit a confession to this manual and kowtow thirty-six times. Otherwise, Yin and Yang will not be ordered and will not be effective.

Looking at this, I even felt like laughing. If this really was something that belonged to the foster father, then he would really be too hilarious.

However … When he thought of his foster father's death, it felt like he was really paying homage to this book …

Also, so many people had died, it seemed to be related to the research that the adoptive father did...

Perhaps this book was not as simple as it seemed. It was just that it had been wrapped by the adoptive father for a while. There might be some sort of secret behind it …

No matter what, it was still a clue. Regardless of whether the book was real or fake, he should at least take it back and examine it.

Putting the book on the ground, I used a stick to search the coffin a few more times. After confirming that there was nothing left inside, I closed the coffin again and buried it.

The coffin was broken when I tried to pry it open, and it had to be roughly closed.

These coffins and wooden puppets seemed to have no research value, so he decided to bury them first. In the future, if he found any clues, he could use the things inside as long as he dug them out.

Looking at the time, he had already spent a lot of time at Aunt Zhang's home, so there was no longer a need to continue investigating.

He had gained quite a lot from this trip to the Aunt Zhang.

He found out that someone was offering sacrifices to the Aunt Zhang and even saw Liu Qing.

If Liu Qing really has an important role to play in this matter, I don't need to intentionally search for him, I will definitely be able to see him again.

I have this hunch...

When I returned home with the book, Lingling was still sleeping. I smiled, this little girl was also exhausted, so she followed me to run around while feeling terrified.

Seeing that it was almost noon, I placed the folk Evil Theurgy under the bed in my room and went to cook.

In the blink of an eye, a few days had passed. Today was the seventh day for his foster father.

On this day, even if he was not willing to accompany Funerary Slave, as the only person willing to send him off, he should still pay a visit to his grave.

People said that the night of the first seven was also known as the Night of the Return. Those who died would return to their homes to look around.

Thus, during the day, he would go to the cemetery to burn some paper money. At night, he would prepare food and wine at the entrance to burn the paper man to welcome the people who had returned to their souls.

As for the book, I've read it for the past two days and realized that the contents inside were very unreadable. There were also quite a few strange words that I couldn't understand at all.

If he wanted to understand this book, he had to start from the very beginning. If he wanted to start from the very center of the book, it was impossible for him to find what he was looking for.

In front of us are some simple recipes to treat small children's night crying. I have seen Grandma Daocao use them before.

Judging from the content in the book, it seemed quite plausible. Even if this book was a joke, it was likely that it had some real skills and was a half-truth.

Early in the morning, I headed towards my foster father's grave, carrying some paper, money and ingots on my back. Lingling followed me.

Arriving at the graveyard of my foster father, I realized that the topography here … It's a bit strange …