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All of a sudden, the sound of a few windows being knocked appeared, but it only lasted for a few seconds before it disappeared.

It's just that this short exchange of words caused Lingling and I to all stand up and become more vigilant.

Originally, I was already drenched in cold sweat from the situation that Lingling had described, but now, my hair was standing on end.

He stared at the window for a long time, but did not discover anything. Only then did he slowly sit down helplessly.

This room had been empty for such a long time, was it still so strange?

I frowned a little, but then I thought about it...

It was very possible that this was not the strangeness of the room …

Because when I was listening to Lingling, a thought suddenly appeared in my mind. Since this book is so strange, then I might as well destroy this book.

Just as this thought appeared in his mind, the sound of voices came from outside.

In my heart, I also thought that this was just a coincidence, but it was also a warning to me.

In reality, this was indeed the case. This book was truly too strange. It would be better to destroy it as early as possible to avoid all future worries.

At that time, when Lingling saw me writing it like a madman, she was truly helpless, and couldn't be called awake no matter how hard she tried.

Helpless, I could only take a bowl of cold water and pour it on my head.

I didn't dare to pour it too hard for fear it would irritate me.

There were also examples of people being stimulated by water and becoming crazy.

There were also such rumors in the village.

The moon is precisely because this water is not too strong, very gentle down, so I feel like it is raining.

And at that time, Lingling's crying also played a role. At that time, I already realised that I was in a dream.

Then, through the sounds and feelings of reality, he forcefully pulled me back from my dream and back to reality.

In fact, even if I were to wake up naturally, I would still wake up. But by that time, it was unknown how much of the contents of this book I had already read.

After Lingling finished speaking, my gaze couldn't shift away from the book. I stared at the book and thought, What should I do?

Should he destroy this book?

Destroying this book would be a once in a while, but...

This book had already been torn out one page at a time, yet it hadn't been burned down. Was there some secret behind it?

Was that a warning to me?

Could something like a ghost or a curse have been with me since the day I was reading?

If the book's paper was indeed torn off by the foster father, then why didn't the adoptive father burn it?

Unwilling to part with it? Don't dare to? Can't?

It shouldn't be that he was reluctant to part with it, but there was a high possibility of him being unwilling to part with the other two.

When I first found this book, it was buried in Aunt Zhang's house. Inside a box, it was surrounded by wooden people, as if they were setting up some kind of array.

Perhaps this was the only thing an adoptive father could do to the book before he died.

When I received this book, I felt that it was the body of my foster father that was guiding me, but now, when I think about it, was it my foster father, or was it the book itself?

Taking this book out of the box might have been a mistake in itself, but what I am doing now is just superimposing a process of my own mistakes …

This book is so wicked that I wouldn't have been surprised if I had found it among all the clues at the time. It was one of the things that led me to release myself.

Now, facing this book, I can't just take it as a piece of paper with words written all over it. It's as if what is in front of me right now is a living being.

Were those wooden puppets some kind of formation to suppress the evil aura in the book?

What would happen if the book were completely burned?

Holding the book in my hand, I was conflicted for a long time. In the end, I gritted my teeth.

I want to see if this book can be destroyed!

I took the book outside with me, along with a pack of matches and a bottle of wine that my foster father had left behind when he was alive.

Although there was a gust of wind blowing outside, it did not affect the flames.

This was a book made out of paper. When it was burned, it was still very easy.

Lingling followed behind me, so she naturally knew what I was about to do.

She knew I was trying. There might be a reason why this book couldn't be burned, otherwise it might not have survived until now.

I just want to see the reason why I can't burn it. This process might bring about some danger for me, so I have to be very vigilant.

If something serious happened to him, he would have to stop moving immediately.

Taking a deep breath to remind myself, I placed the book on a dry patch of ground.

"Let me see what exactly is hidden on your body …"

After saying that, I poured all of my foster father's bottle of white wine on top of the book.

Then, I gently took out a match. At this moment, it was as though there was a reaction. I felt the wind in my surroundings slowly rise up like the waves of a sea.

Following the rising of the gusts of wind, the surrounding air became even colder. The gusts of wind kept drilling into my neck.

It was as if she had directly stabbed into my bones, causing waves of pain to come from my bones.

At this moment, the lights in the room flickered on and off. There were creaking sounds coming from the room. Even from outside, I could clearly hear them.

Then I heard whispers in the yard, as if a lot of people were reciting something.

Those sounds are like spells, and... It seemed to be an incantation from the Compendium of Evil Theurgy.

I slowly struck the match. A flame rose. However, after the flame was ignited, it quickly changed and became …

It became a dark green color, and the color was extremely dense. Lingling's and my face became green in the light.

At the same time, I cried out in alarm. The match in my hand suddenly dropped to the ground.

"Elder sister, what happened to you!"

When Lingling, who was beside me saw me in this state, suddenly rushed forward to support me.

This kind of scene had naturally affected her as well, and Lingling's eyes were already filled with fear.

The moment she held me, I could feel the cold and trembling of her hands through her clothes.

However, at this moment … I'm in so much pain, it seems... His heart felt as if it had been grabbed by something.