At this moment, the heads of the two paper men stare fixedly at me. Hualala sounds come from the outside …

At this moment, my heart is in my throat again. What is it?

As for Lingling, she tightly grabbed onto my arm by my side, and I slowly pushed open the door.

"Creak!"

The door of the dilapidated room creaked, and I felt a chill run through my body.

This wasn't an illusion, but because a gust of wind suddenly blew in. And following this gust of wind … It was actually a round square hole of money.

How could this be …

It had to be known that the door was closed, and there was nothing like paper money inside the house just now.

Then... Why did this happen?

Where did the paper money and the heads of the two paper men come from? Why did he appear so suddenly?

Thinking about what happened during the day, could it be that the ghost of the foster father still remained in the room?

Thinking about what had happened during the day, could it be that these people had alarmed the deceased foster father when they smashed the house?

And would it be a shock to break into my foster father's room now?

After a gust of wind, the surroundings calmed down.

Even though I was also drenched in cold sweat, I quickly calmed myself down with Lingling around.

"Lingling, where do you want to sleep?"

There was something odd about both of these rooms. Even if he slept in the foster father's room, there was a high chance that the night would not be peaceful.

Lingling's hand gently pointed at the kang in front of him. Her meaning was naturally to sleep in her foster father's room.

Since things had already come to this point, he could only stay in his foster father's room for the night to see what the situation was.

If it really didn't work, then he could only think of a new place to settle down.

The paper money was cleared out by me, but the two paper heads … I didn't move rashly, so I could only leave it here for now.

After all, if something that had been thrown away suddenly came back, then there could only be one possibility …

The dead don't want this thing abandoned...

Such things had happened in the stories often told by the elders, such as the sudden return of something that had been thrown away for the use of the dead.

Some people even saw the dead person with their own eyes and warned themselves that they couldn't throw it out.

In such a remote village, all sorts of weird talk and nonsense were produced. Furthermore, these lies were not without basis, and were basically all well-founded or seen by people with their own eyes.

What happened during the day, did my foster father's soul want to protect me?

I don't know, but at the moment, I feel hollow and helpless inside.

After comforting Lingling and letting her walk out from her fear, the two of us went to sleep.

Lingling is really a strange child. Although she's cute, I have a feeling that she has a scheming mind that children of this age shouldn't have.

Regardless of how excited they were, or how scared they were, or how happy they were, or how sad they were, all of these emotions could be calmed down in an instant as if it had never happened before.

Although children at this age should have been heartless to begin with, to be able to do it to such a degree … How rare …

The entire night passed peacefully. Nothing strange happened, nor did he hear any strange noises.

Maybe it's because we were both too tired, so we relaxed and slept a little too deeply. But it's a good thing that nothing happened.

In the morning, I cleaned up the room, ate a simple meal, and told Lingling:

"Lingling, big sister will take a look at the fields, and then go up the mountain. Can you stay at home by yourself today?"

Hearing my words, Lingling raised her head and asked:

"Elder sister, are you going to the cemetery? I want to go with you. "

The boy was so clever that he could see what I wanted to do at a glance. There was no work in the fields today, and my main purpose in going out was to visit the cemetery.

Although the crisis had passed temporarily, it was still temporary. It wouldn't be long before the villagers would come looking for trouble.

Therefore, the most important thing to do now was to try to find out the reason behind the excavation of those graves.

Once we reach the mountain, we might encounter some strange things, or even some danger, so I wasn't willing to bring Lingling along. I was afraid that if I brought Lingling along, I would scare her or cause her any harm.

"It's better to stay at home. The mountain is not fun at all, I'm afraid Lingling would be injured."

I caressed Lingling's head and said. I should have smiled a little at this time, but after thinking about how my smile would be stiff, I decided not to smile in the end.

Lingling shook her head: "But, even if I am alone at home, I would still be very scared. Elder sister, bring me along, this way, if elder sister encounters any danger, I can still protect you."

Seeing Lingling's obedient look, I couldn't help but laugh. Although this smile looked a little strange, it was a smile that came from the bottom of my heart.

For many years, I have been in tears. Now, when I smile, I can't help but feel a little strange, because I have already forgotten the feeling of a smile.

He brought Lingling in the fields to take a look, then brought her up the mountain. Even though the sky was still a bit overcast today, it was fortunate that they could see the sun, which was only slightly revealed by the dark clouds.

After we went up the mountain, Lingling and I were both covered in sweat. It would be better for me to go up the mountain often, but Lingling's forehead was already covered in sweat.

Due to the recent rain, the mountain was still wet. Some parts of the mountain were muddy and had traces of cool air.

It was also because of this environment that the entire mountain seemed especially quiet. There were only the sounds of the wind blowing, and the occasional chirping of birds and insects.

Especially when we were in the cemetery, I could smell a weird smell in the air. What is this smell … I don't understand it either.

At this time, the villagers had already buried the graves that had been dug up, and everything was back to normal. It was as if nothing had happened.

Of course, other than Uncle Zhang's and Yue Yang's tombs, their tombs were originally right next to each other. Right now, there were only two huge pits beside each other and the coffins inside the pits.

Whether human or real, what was the purpose of such actions? I still can't figure it out.

Digging open everyone's grave and stealing away Uncle Zhang's corpse, especially that day, I saw my adoptive father who was clearly already dead digging with all his might.

Furthermore, that night, the one who knocked me out was my foster father. I could clearly see that before my foster father knocked me out, he even said those words that were akin to a magic spell.

The adoptive father was normally very mysterious, so apart from digging his grave that day, I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary about the adoptive father.

When I arrived in front of Second Uncle Li's grave, I looked at the very new tombstone and frowned slightly. However, Lingling knew that I was thinking about it and didn't say a word.

This was not the end. The words that the adoptive father said that day seemed to be directed towards Second Uncle Li.

Also, now that he thought about it, Second Uncle Li's death might be a little strange. It might seem like a coincidence, but … Second Uncle Li's death was just too tragic.

Even now, his death was still treated by the villagers as a topic of conversation. Whenever people brought it up, they would secretly click their tongues.

From mourning, to digging, to seeing your adoptive father... Knowing the death of his adoptive father, everything had happened overnight. Ever since that night, everything had never been at peace.

Uncle Zhang Aunt Zhang... Second Uncle Li, adoptive father, these people, these things clearly had nothing to do with each other.

The peaceful graveyard seemed as though nothing had happened. There were too many suspicious points, but there were no clues.

Just when I was puzzled, suddenly, I saw that there was a colorful item beside the mound of the Aunt Zhang's original grave, which was covered by the surrounding soil.

I walked over to pick up the colorful item, but discovered that it was actually a scarecrow …

It was a scarecrow about 30 centimeters long. It wore colorful clothes, and the most eye-catching aspect of it was the scarecrow's face …