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The feeling it gave me was a little different from the time I buried my adoptive father, but what exactly was the difference … I don't know.

Looking at the surroundings, my eyebrows creased. I walked to the grave and placed all the things I had on me in front of the tombstone.

For the time being, he couldn't figure out what had happened, so he could only pay his respects first. After the sacrifices were done, he went to a higher place to take a look.

After piling up the ingots and paper money, I drew a circle on the floor and started a fire.

This circle is a rule that exists in many places. It is called the Ring of Protection on our side to prevent ghosts and lone souls from coming to rob us of our money.

After that, I knelt in front of the tombstone, and Lingling followed me and kneeled down.

"Lingling, you just have to wait at the side. You don't have to kneel on the ground with me." I said.

"It's alright. Big sister's adoptive father is also my elder. I should also kneel."

Hearing Lingling's words, I patted her head. Without saying anything more, I lit the paper money on fire.

After all, it was just paper. Once it caught fire, it would instantly become extremely exuberant.

However, at this time, a violent wind blew by. Logically speaking, this wind should have caused the paper money to burn even more vigorously.

But otherwise, the paper money was blown out by this sudden gust of wind. Most paper money and ingots were only half burnt.

This gust of wind seemed to have intentionally blown out the flames. Once the money was extinguished, the wind would die down.

When I looked at the three sticks of incense that I had just burned, they were actually all broken at the waist!

When you go to the grave, burn incense for a long time, this is the face of evil.

However, all three sticks of incense were snapped in the middle and fell to the ground. The head that fell to the ground was still burning …

This was a strange appearance. It did not make sense, and it was also something that had never been heard of before.

As for the paper money, it had been blown out by the wind.

It was said that if the paper money was blown out when they went to the grave, it meant that the deceased didn't want to take the money.

There could be a great deal of resentment, or dissatisfaction with the actions of those who went to the grave.

Either way, it could lead to the possession of evil spirits …

Thinking of this, I felt a burst of cold air rising from my body. I felt a little terrified as I swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

After everything that had happened, I was no longer able to explain everything that had happened as a coincidence. My foster father was indeed a lingering spirit, and this fact could be confirmed.

However, since she was already dead, why would she stay in this world? What do you want? Is there some unfulfilled wish?

Could it be … Was it really like that folk Evil Theurgy said, that it would be hard to rest in peace after death?

Thinking of this, I shivered. This was clearly a scam. Could it be that there really is something big that I have to seriously understand …

In fact, these days, I have already somewhat believed the contents of this book, feeling that this book is half true.

This book did indeed contain some folk recipes, but they were definitely not as profound as the foreword said.

No matter what happens, I still have to continue the sacrificial ceremony. I will continue to burn the paper money that wasn't completely burnt down.

But at this moment, I suddenly heard a distant sound of the wind, like wailing ghosts crying.

At this moment, I seemed to have triggered something. The surroundings are filled with a sinister and cold aura.

It was as though I had violated some kind of taboo, a gust of wind blew past me, causing sand and rocks to fly into the air. Sand and stones landed on my face, causing me to feel pain.

At this moment, I anxiously hugged Lingling tightly in my embrace, afraid that the sand would hurt her.

The paper money in front of him was still burning, while pieces of burnt ashes were swept away by the strong wind.

This is... Do you mean to accept the money?

"After you take the money, you can leave!" We are already in the underworld, why stay? "

I shouted at the top of my lungs, wondering if my foster father's soul could hear me.

But at this moment, I saw that there were streams of blood flowing out from the tombstone.

The bright red characters seemed to drip with blood, flowing out in a frenzy. Before long, the entire tombstone had been dyed red.

It was as if I could see a pair of pale hands stretching out from the grave, grabbing at it blankly.

The mournful cries seemed to have come from deep within the grave, as if the person inside the grave was still alive.

I stared at the grave with my eyes wide open. It was as if I had been pinned down by something. I didn't even have the intention of closing my eyes.

He looked at the scene in front of him with a dazed expression on his face.

Blood was spreading all over the tombstone and flowing along the ground. It extended to my front and even dyed my knees red.

Streams of black paper and dust flew chaotically in the sky as if they were being pulled by someone. Then, they flew off into the distance …

Suddenly, it was as though someone poured a bucket of cold water over my head. My heart shuddered and my mind cleared up in an instant.

The scene that had just appeared in front of him had now completely disappeared.

The tombstone and grave had returned to normal, and for a split-second, I felt as if I had fallen into a momentary hallucination.

The gusts of wind were real, however, and were still circling around me.

The flame in front of me has already disappeared. It should be because everything was blown away by that gust of wind. It's just that I was temporarily trapped in a hallucination and didn't see it.

At this moment, I was still maintaining my protective posture for Lingling, while Lingling was also not moving at all in my arms.

Could it be that I'm too tired, causing this hallucination?

That shouldn't be … There must be something wrong with what I saw. Maybe the ghost aura around me is too strong, and it's affecting my brain.

According to what many gentlemen said, ghosts could emit a strange magnetic field, and this magnetic field sometimes made people hallucinate.

Ghosts originated from the heart, so these words were not baseless. The more you were afraid of ghosts, the more likely it was that you would see ghosts …

It was as if the Ghost Being could sense the fear of humans …

I took a few deep breaths. In that instant, my forehead was covered in sweat.

Looking back, there were waves of lingering fear. This hallucination definitely did not appear out of nowhere. It might have been a warning …

Even if it was just an illusion, I still wondered why so many hands had stuck out from the tomb of my foster father.

It was as if hundreds of ghosts had gathered within. Could it be that there was something more to this grave?

But now that I have settled the matter of burning the paper, I let out a long sigh and was about to pull Lingling along to stand up.

Suddenly, I saw something black float over. I looked carefully and saw that the black paper ashes that had been blown away by the wind were actually pulled back by a gust of wind that was like a small whirlpool.

The black paper ashes were blown to my front and after circling around me twice, they slowly fell to the ground.

Yes... Did you return the things you gave away?

I swallowed my saliva and carefully stared at the ashes on the floor. It was at this moment that I saw a corner of the pile of ashes that wasn't burning.

It turned into a bright red color, as if it had just been soaked in fresh blood!

I almost screamed out loud, and subconsciously took Lingling a few steps back, as if trying to distance myself from this paper money.

There were many oddities within this ashes. Now, it seemed, it was better not to approach them rashly.

Since the paper money had already been burned, even if the scene was like money being thrown back, there was nothing else he could do.

There were too many strange things. They could only search for the truth from another angle, and before they found out the truth, they would be dragged along by the nose.

He turned around and left, but he did not go down the mountain in a hurry. Instead, he brought Lingling up the mountain. This graveyard gave me a strange feeling.

Logically speaking, that shouldn't be the case. I've already taken a good look at the Feng Shui of the tomb. It's a nailed situation in the middle of a wave, so how could it change in such a short amount of time?

But when I brought Lingling up to a higher place, when I looked down, I was so cold sweat was flowing down my back …

"This... Who did this... "How could this be …"

I murmured.