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At this moment, Tuo Zi seemed to be walking towards me, causing me to subconsciously take a few steps back.

But when I touched Lingling who was hugging me tightly, my own consciousness was already in a blurry state.

However, due to my subconscious reaction, I embraced Lingling even more tightly in my embrace.

Very quickly, I also realised that this Tuo Zi was not walking towards me.

Tuo Zi normally looked like an extremely honest person, and normally, he looked foolish and innocent. In the end, he died because of the New Village Head's tricks.

If the scene that appeared in my mind was really reconstructed.

This meant that the person seemed to be honest, but in reality, he wasn't honest at all.

Of course, there is another possibility, and that is that everything that appears in my mind is an illusion, an illusion forced into my mind by the Ghost Being.

After all, the Ghost Being did not seem to have any reason to do so.

Tuo Zi held a sharp knife in his hand, as if he was looking at a toy that he was tired of playing with.

At this moment, there was no longer any fear in that woman's eyes, nor any spirit.

He was filled with despair, turning into ashes. He did not even have the instinct to resist anymore.

This was true despair. A person's desire to survive was an instinct. There were very few people who would feel such despair when even their instincts had disappeared.

It had appeared, proving that this person's mental state was not normal.

This woman's child was definitely gone, and it was unknown what kind of devastation she had suffered from Tuo Zi's hands, to actually be able to cause her mind to reach such a level.

Tuo Zi smiled as he got closer, giving others the feeling that he was skilled in techniques, as though this was not the first time he was doing this.

The sharp knife in his hand stabbed into the woman's stomach time and time again. The woman's eyes slowly widened …

Then, the gray color of despair turns into the color of death. The woman's life has come to an end …

Blood flowed out, dyeing the ground red. The entire scene turned red.

When the image spun again, it was already at the top of the mountain, where we were now.

At this moment, I saw a few familiar figures digging holes on the ground with all their might.

Those are all villagers, there's the former village chief, Tuo Zi, and two of my village's dead masters!

These people talked and laughed as if they were doing a very ordinary thing. They kept digging and then threw the corpse into the hole!

As for the corpse in the pit, it was dressed like a paper man, with thick makeup of makeup, red cheeks and lipstick.

He was wearing colorful clothes and the wounds on his body could no longer be seen. Since he was burying the body, why did he need to dress it up?

Perhaps this village had some unknown rules?

At this moment, streams of black gas rose up, and the group of people had already buried the corpse in a straw mat.

Tuo Zi and the Village Chief looked a little younger than when they died. If this was really what happened back then, how long had it been?

Those bones are already like that. I don't even know how to appraise them. Even if I did, would these bones really be able to be speculated by common sense?

The Village Chief and the others left while chatting and laughing as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, not only can I see the scene on the ground, even the scene on the ground appears in my mind.

I saw the corpse rotting rapidly in the midst of the black gas.

One could even vaguely see a person rotting. First, it slowly swelled up, and then, his flesh and blood was truly corroded …

I saw that the soul that was filled with resentment seemed to be trapped in a cage. I wanted to rush out, but there was nothing I could do.

He could only howl and cry under the ground as the black aura around him grew stronger.

Slowly, blood flowed out of the spirit body and seeped into its body.

At this moment, the corpse had already turned into a pile of bones. The soul used bright red blood that seemed to never dry up, and crazily wrote and drew on the bones.

It let out waves of sinister howls, and waves of despairing sighs.

There was also the sound of a baby crying, appearing and disappearing …

Even though I knew it wasn't real, I was still afraid.

I could clearly feel the deep hatred from the Ghost Being's body, as though …

All the people in the world should die, all must die!

Not only to accompany him in death, but also to accompany the death of his child!

This was an incomparable hatred. The words in the human world had their own meanings, but naturally, the words in the underworld also had their own meanings.

Although I didn't know what these words meant, I could feel the desire to kill within them.

In the past, there were people who could use a book to communicate with ghosts and gods. Now, I don't know if there are still people like them.

Not only could the Book of Yin communicate with ghosts and gods, it could also provide some deterrence.

For example, if he used underhanded methods to write down threats, such as writing down his master, some of the little ghosts would naturally leave.

As I watched these people bury the bodies together, I didn't know how to calm my heart. I felt a dull feeling in my chest.

Who exactly was this woman? He had never seen her before, but she was already treated like this when she was pregnant.

There were very few outsiders in this village. Even if there were, they would be relatives of the villagers. Since they were relatives, they shouldn't have been like this.

In my mind, there were a few people who looked at ease. Those experienced movements overturned my knowledge.

At the beginning, I had the feeling that although the villagers were a little malicious, they had not reached the point where they could kill people.

Until I found out later that the one who killed Liu Songxian was the village chief.

One should know the face but not the heart. Perhaps, it was not only the Village Chief himself who was acting in such a manner. Many people were wearing such a layer of skin …

At this moment, I finally woke up from the haze. I felt a chill on my back and everything in my surroundings seemed to have frozen.

At this moment, the figure in front of me was still hiding in the pit, staring at me with a pair of eyes.

The look in his eyes was actually changing, and the murderous aura contained within became more and more dense.

After going through so many dangers, my instincts have become more and more acute.

Especially when people encountered many dangers and experienced many life and death situations, they would slowly develop an intuition.

Just like a veteran who has been through many battles, I can feel the presence of killing intent, and I can also feel that the killing intent is getting stronger.

I took a deep breath, exhaled white smoke, and took two steps back with Lingling as I prepared to head in different directions.

If he really met with danger in his life, it would be similar to the time when he was on night watch for his adoptive father.

After all, life was the most important thing.

Ghost Being that can write a book on ghost blood and yin is not a good person, I knew that a long time ago.

Furthermore, he doesn't think that the Ghost Being would let us see its desolation through its reappearance, so it wouldn't attack us.

The two methods of venting the resentment in his heart weren't contradictory at all.

However, from the memories of the reappearance of death, I felt that the Ghost Being's body seemed to be bound by something.

It was like layers of heavy shackles, or more accurately, a cage, trapping the poor soul inside.

At this time, the Ghost Being looked truly vicious and malicious, but behind every evil ghost, there was a possibility that there was a tragic story hidden behind them.

After all, after most people died, the most peaceful option would be to reincarnate as soon as possible.

However, there were some Ghost Being that had a deep obsession or grievance when they died. This kind of Ghost Being was unable to reincarnate.

In the words of the entire Evil Theurgy, they carried too many insignificant things in the mortal world. To Rebirth, those were all filthy things.

Therefore, those who were stubborn could only remain in the human world for the time being. Only when their obsession or resentment was gone would they be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

And some obsession cannot be eliminated, the lonely ghost, will become evil ghost …

At this moment, I suddenly heard two light whooshing sounds …