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That figure seemed to be the owner of the house. He stood there quietly, looking at his surroundings.

I could feel that this figure seemed to be emitting a strange aura. If I looked closely, that person's body was actually very blurry.

It really seemed like it was just a shadow, and looking at this shadow, it looked like the soul body of the Aunt Zhang.

Could it be that Aunt Zhang has returned?

I frowned slightly. What Liu Qing said that day made me vaguely understand what he meant, as if Aunt Zhang's Ghost Being s killing people was only the first trap.

After the first game, there would be a second, or even a third.

Can you calm down for a while? I don't know, at least the Aunt Zhang's soul seems very quiet.

I blankly stared at that direction. During the battle last night, the soul of the Aunt Zhang suddenly disappeared.

Of course, I didn't think that the Aunt Zhang would be scared off so easily either. According to Liu Qing's explanation, all of this was just a conclusion.

And then he has something to do, if I may understand it.

In this big picture, regardless of whether it was human or ghost, they were actually chess pieces. The soul of Aunt Zhang, was actually just a chess piece!

That, what was the final direction of this situation? I can't figure it out.

Since Aunt Zhang is standing there quietly, I think that her soul must be exhausted.

Not only is my soul exhausted, my mind is also exhausted. Aunt Zhang's soul was clearly standing far away at this moment, but I clearly felt a kind of absent-minded feeling.

Perhaps there was a trace of sadness in his soul …

I can feel the existence of my soul, and my soul can naturally feel my existence as well.

But just as Liu Qing had said, I should have been a person who deserved to die.

However, the soul of the Aunt Zhang will no longer attack me at this moment, he said.

I don't understand this, my body... What would happen? Where did this change come from?

Unable to figure it out, unable to figure it out, I let out another long sigh and walked into the house.

He rolled up his trousers to expose his calves. The bruises on his calves, which could be considered fair and smooth, had not disappeared yet. What exactly was this bruise?

Would the change in his body that Liu Qing mentioned have something to do with these clots?

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed, and this half a month had been very peaceful. I spent my days at home reading books and studying the contents within the Evil Theurgy.

The village was very peaceful, and nothing big happened. The people in the village seemed to have returned to the right track, and the dead people also lay on the ground for a long time.

The villagers were no longer worried about these things anymore, and it gradually turned into a strange conversation after lunch.

The half month of peace and quiet had even made me feel that it might really be over.

However, another half a month had passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the seventh month of the Lunar New Year.

This month, people called it the ghost moon or yin moon because the fifteenth day of the moon was the day the gates of hell were opened. It was also rumored to be the month with the densest yin aura in the year.

From the first day of this month onwards, waves of fog began to spread throughout the village.

In the past, there wouldn't be any type of mist appearing in the village, especially during this season. It was very unreasonable.

Not only that, but from the very beginning, every night, the villagers could hear the sounds of singing coming from the families that had died miserably over the years.

I could also hear the singing coming from Aunt Zhang's house. I don't know what the singing was, but I could faintly feel a sadness within the singing.

I frowned slightly. This voice was ethereal and I had never heard it before, but it was a bit strange.

Later on, there were even rumors circulating within the village, and quite a few people saw the ghostly figure in front of the doors of those people who had died tragically.

This led to the villagers not daring to go out at night.

But strangely, in this kind of situation, the villagers all went to Grandma Daocao, wanting to find him for protection.

The Grandma Daocao could be used as a substitute to help them feel at ease.

It was said that substitutes, as long as they were made properly and placed in his house, if there were really evil spirits who wanted to take his life, they would definitely act against the substitutes first.

The so-called substitute meant to use the fake real body to distance the demonic energy from the real body and directly cause trouble for the double.

I could feel the fear that had pervaded the village these past few days, but I couldn't understand why no one wanted to move out of the village since they were already so terrified.

Indeed, the villagers here were all born and raised in this place. Even if they weren't, they had all been moved here since they were young.

Their unwillingness to leave this place was understandable. After all, their foundation was right here. Outside of this place, it might be difficult to survive.

But most people don't want to leave, which makes sense, and everyone doesn't want to leave, which gives me an unusual feeling.

After all, some people's wives and children were already frightened to the point of crying in their rooms every night. Logically speaking, such a person should be considering leaving the village, but … Not really …

Time slowly passed, and these sounds continued until the end of July.

By the beginning of August, the weather had started to get cold, and those noises seemed to be influenced by the environment and disappeared all of a sudden.

Aunt Zhang who had been wandering outside her door all this while, as well as the sounds that came from his house, had all disappeared at this moment.

In fact, I often had strange dreams in addition to these oddities in July.

Sometimes I dreamt that countless pairs of eyes were staring at me, and sometimes I dreamt that I was looking at a divine being. In my dreams, I suddenly felt a sense of respect.

In any case, there were all sorts of strange dreams.

The Stone Mountain was too dangerous, and the graveyard wasn't peaceful either, so I never got close.

Liu Qing had never appeared, so we didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend.

I was grateful to him, but at the moment, everything depended on me. I couldn't rely too much on him.

In short, this July was a difficult one. I was worried every day that something would suddenly appear and cause a disaster.

After all, the voice and the shadow were circling the village every day. I wasn't the only one who could see and hear it, it was as if all of the dead people were lingering in the village and didn't want to leave.

But after the seventh month, everything calmed down, allowing me to feel slightly more at ease.

But from that point on, I also began to guess that everything in July was eerie, as if it were a warning or a declaration to the villagers.

The peace that followed was nothing more than the calm after the storm …

Just like this, several months passed by, and it was almost New Year.

These few months, I've been working at Old Bull Village for a few days, accompanying people who mourned and crying. Adding on the food in my own home, I could finally pass the new year in peace.

Even in this kind of mountain village, money was still essential. Even though one couldn't starve without money, one would still feel inferior no matter how one looked at it.

I can understand the importance of money, it doesn't matter if I don't have money, but I still have Lingling with me right now. I want to save up some money, and if possible in the future, I want to send Lingling to study for two days.

I used to learn calligraphy from my foster father, so it's okay to write it. Before the new year, I could write some couplets or something like that to sell in a distant market.

The winter here was pretty cold, around -20 degrees Celsius. He brought Lingling to walk on a mountain road far away to sell couplets.

This kind of suffering, I can still remember it, but then the pain, all for the sake of a better life.

I hope that Lingling and I can greet the sun tomorrow with a smile. Therefore, all the suffering we had at that time was worth it.

It has already been half a year since the consecutive deaths. Let alone the villagers, even I was starting to live in peace.

He couldn't always be on tenterhooks, or else he would age quickly.

When he should be happy, he should be happy, at least when he was with Lingling.

I will always have a cold face, and will make Lingling unhappy with me.

When it was the 28th of the Moon, Lingling and I rested. We didn't need to go out to sell our Spring Festival couplets as we bought things to use for the new year in the market.

Although I have been busy during this time, I have been researching the book on Evil Theurgy.

The more I studied it, the more absent-minded I felt. I didn't know why, but I felt a pair of eyes staring at me from behind.

Sometimes I even want to leave the book there and stop looking at it, or destroy it and stop thinking about it.

But every time I couldn't help myself, I was always trying to find the truth in this book.

In fact, I think about it years later. It's really weird, and there's something about this book that's been attracting me.

Let me read on. What did not destroy the book was not the so-called truth … Instead …

The weird power of the book itself...

With the further understanding of this book, I seem to come into contact with the symbols that I wrote out when I was facing the Aunt Zhang with Liu Qing that day.

Those symbols seemed to be something that allowed him to increase his ability to control yin and yang, but he would have to pay a corresponding price.

I was quite powerful at the time, and even if I had read half of this book now, I still wouldn't have been able to use it if I had been allowed to.

In other words, what Liu Qing said at the time was true, I must have paid a price of some sort in order to obtain such an effect.

However … What could it be? I slightly frowned. After so long, I didn't find anything amiss …