C4

"Little sister, can you tell me how my mother died?"

I noticed that after hearing my question, the little girl trembled visibly.

"Young miss, you can just call me Xiao Wen from now on. I really don't know much about Madam's death."

She seemed nervous, and I knew I might not get any valuable information from her.

Helpless, I could only enter the room where the coffin was kept. I noticed that my brothers and sisters had all arrived. However, when they saw me, they all seemed apathetic, as though they were treating a passerby.

Even when their eyes fell on me, I felt a chill.

Even though Mom and Dad weren't too good to me before, my relationship with them was still pretty good. However, everything seemed to have changed today.

Yes, everything had changed.

All my family were kneeling around the coffin. Even my father was kneeling there. I couldn't help but frown.

Since ancient times, there had never been a reason for a husband to kneel and his wife to die.

I went to the coffin and knelt down, feeling sad.

A person dressed in a daoist robe glanced at me. Who would've thought that he would see a ghost? He jumped up in an instant.

"Meizogon, is this your eldest daughter?"

I could clearly hear that when he asked this question, his voice was obviously trembling, as if he was very afraid.

"That's right, this is my eldest daughter, Mei Ruxue."

"The heavens' will is truly the will of the heavens." As he spoke, he brushed past me and finally went to the door, took off his Taoist robe and threw it away. He said, "I'm really sorry, I can't do this judicial matter. It's better if you invite someone else."

Before his father could react, the so-called Master ran away like a wisp of smoke.

In the face of this dramatic event, Dad was dumbfounded.

His eyes landed on me, then on the coffin, but they froze.

"Xiuhua, don't do anything wrong. I know you're not willing to accept this, but I will do what you want from now on. You can leave peacefully, don't make things difficult for me anymore."

What was Daddy afraid of?

I followed his gaze and discovered a shocking discovery.

There was actually blood on the spot that my father was staring at, and it was bright red blood. What made me feel even weirder was that the blood was continuously flowing out from the coffin.

"How can this be? Daddy, how did Mommy die? There must be a secret behind it, or the coffin will not bleed. "

I can't hold it in any longer. This is way beyond what we can accept.

His father's hands were slowly covered in blood. He raised his hands and smeared the blood on his face, but then smiled strangely and said, "Xiuhua, don't be like this. Don't resent it. I will go. I will."

His father rushed out like a madman.

This happened in the blink of an eye, but we were all caught off guard.

One problem I found was that my brothers and sisters didn't seem to have much of a reaction to all this. On the contrary, they were very concerned about the blood flowing from the coffin.

One by one, they rushed to the coffin and began licking the blood.

I felt a chill. How could they be so greedy for this blood?

I didn't know what to do. This house, this villa is really too weird. I felt that I couldn't hold on much longer.