It was already 9 in the evening. The villagers all slept early, and it was a regular pattern.

Lingling and I were about to go to sleep as well, but after hearing such a sound, both of our hearts rose to our throats.

I know that if someone outside really wants to come in, the door will not be able to stop him.

Then, depending on the situation, we'll see who it is and what they want to do.

I picked up the fruit knife at home and hid it in my sleeve.

At the same time, I made a gesture towards Lingling, telling her to be more careful.

But I realized that the panic in Lingling's eyes was only for a moment, and it had already disappeared.

It was as if this girl already knew what was going to happen and was much calmer than before.

I touched the knife hidden in my sleeve, to reassure myself.

It was at this moment that the gentle knocking on the door suddenly became hurried. It seemed that the people outside had become impatient from waiting.

If it was an ordinary person, he would at least shout a few times out of impatience. However, the people outside did not make any sound and only knocked on the door.

Even after so long, it still did not calm down. It was as if he was mechanically operating it.

When I opened the door, a gust of cold wind suddenly swept out and entered the house.

I heard some of the lighter things in the room, all of them making a loud noise.

But look outside, where are they? There was only a faint moonlight shining in front of me.

However, the weather was gloomy and the moonlight was dim.

At this time, Lingling saw that I had opened the door, so she walked over and followed me to look outside.

"No one?"

Lingling stretched her head out and said, then continued:

"Maybe the wind hit something on the door."

I nodded my head. Just as I was about to close the door, I suddenly heard a knocking sound from the door outside.

At the same time, Lingling suddenly spoke out.

"Sister, look! There's someone over there!"

I immediately perked up and looked towards the direction of the main entrance. Indeed, following the direction of the courtyard, I saw a figure standing at the deepest part of the courtyard, which was the main entrance.

The door was still locked, and the man had knocked from the yard.

When I saw someone, I rushed into the house, grabbed my flashlight, and ran outside.

During this entire process, the figure continued with this tapping motion.

It wasn't until I got closer to him and the flashlight hit him that I could see his face.

It was actually … It was actually …

My hair stood on end and I felt a surge of fear.

It turned out to be an adopted father!

I don't know what kind of violent emotion caused it, but my hand suddenly trembled violently. The light in my hand also flickered intensely.

The adoptive father's face was still pale, but the malevolent look of him when he died could still be clearly seen. His two eyes had two bloody holes in them, as if they were incomparably deep.

There was mud on the outside of his nose and ears, and his mouth was sealed with black lines.

At this moment, the adoptive father looked just like a ferocious puppet.

Maybe it was just seeing him in this state that made me so nervous.

Taking a deep breath, I quickly moved the flashlight back to my foster father.

But at this time, the foster father had disappeared. There was only a door left, seeming somewhat lonely.

I stood there, and that moment... It shouldn't be an illusion, I definitely saw it.

And the instant the flashlight moved, I thought I saw my foster father's bloody hand make a gesture at me.

Seems like he wants me to follow him somewhere?

Under these circumstances, the adoptive father appeared to be in this form.

Don't even mention seeing him now, even if I could, would I really believe him?

He said that the most fake thing in the world is just bullshit, how can you easily believe the words of a Ghost Being?

When I was still alive, you had already done all sorts of things to me. Who knows if you would bring me to the gates of hell after turning into a malicious ghost?

Lingling followed behind me, seemingly not afraid at all, and did not see the scene just now.

There are things in the village that only I seem to be able to see, and I don't know why.

And only I can see that, and sometimes not.

However, I vaguely feel that this isn't a good thing. In such a tense situation, there is something special about it.

I stood in the doorway for a long time, thinking that the ghost of my adoptive father might harm me.

Right now, Soul Return Night had already passed. Soul Return Night was very calm, and the two paper men that were always in the room had their heads burnt on that day.

It was my wish.

Although it was not peaceful when he went to the grave in the morning, it was fortunate that nothing happened during the night when he recovered his soul.

I thought I would only be able to see my adoptive father in my dreams after I had been able to calm down for a while.

When I thought about it, after my foster father died, his soul protected me.

I wasn't sure if it was his ghost, or if it was meant to protect me, but so far there was only one explanation.

And it protected me more than once.

Moreover, since the evil ghost is suddenly leading the way, I should take a look. Maybe I can catch some clues?

Maybe there was something else my adoptive father wanted to tell me?

Thinking of this, I turned to Lingling behind me and said:

"Lingling, big sister is going to do something very dangerous, do you want to go with big sister?"

Originally, I didn't want to bring Lingling along with me on this dangerous trip, but since it's night time, Lingling definitely isn't willing to stay at home.

Secondly, she might not be safe alone at home. After careful deliberation, I decided to respect her opinion.

Sure enough, Lingling nodded.

"Then you need to be more quick-witted, okay? If Big Sis wants you to run, then hurry up and run in the direction of your home. "

He had to give Lingling a reminder first. After all, he had to be wary of all possibilities.

After instructing Lingling, I stood up and opened the door.

I knew that my foster father's soul should be outside the courtyard.

As expected, the moment I opened the door, I saw the back of my foster father, dressed in paper clothes, walking forward.

I could hear the wind blowing around me like ghosts crying, giving me an inexplicable feeling of fear.

The figure in front doesn't look to be walking very fast, but no matter how fast Lingling and I are, it's as though we can't catch up.

It was weird. I frowned and ran forward.

I have recently frequently brought Lingling on mountain paths, and I am already more able to endure hardships.

At this moment, my stamina had also increased.

Maybe it has something to do with my mental state. Lingling said that I don't look as weak as before.

Lingling and I followed closely behind, but we were still a distance away from that figure. At this moment, we were already at the mountain base.

It was at this moment that the adoptive father suddenly disappeared …

It suddenly disappeared, as if it had gone into the deep darkness of the night.

I frowned. Is this where my foster father wanted to bring me? There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary.

I took a deep breath and looked around. Why... Would they let me come to such a place?

I was a little doubtful and frowned. I tightly grabbed onto Lingling's hand, afraid that Lingling would scatter with me.

There were still traces of fog tonight, but it was not particularly thick, and he could still see his surroundings.

The foster father just disappeared into thin air, as if he was playing with us.

At this moment, I felt a little apprehensive, afraid that something would suddenly appear beside me …

At this time, they were near the roots of the mountain, surrounded by fields planted by their families. At this moment, the wind was blowing gently.

The sound of the wind blending in with the noise made me uneasy.

The surroundings were incomparably spacious and scattered with simple and crude buildings that were like awnings. When the villagers were busy with farming, they would take a break in these simple and crude buildings.

Just as I was looking for my adoptive father to bring me here for what, a metal clanging sound suddenly rang out.

This sound was exceptionally ear-piercing in the night. I didn't even think before heading towards the direction of the sound!