He had already read half of the book, and its contents were becoming clearer and clearer.

When I saw the middle part of the book, I found that part of the paper had been pasted.

In fact, not only the middle, including the early stages, there are also many pages pasted traces.

It was just that I didn't think it was such a surprise that the book was broken and stuck.

But as the number of pages increased, my mind grew more and more doubtful.

And this includes the page where I used Yin Qi to enter the Nether Realm.

These pages gave me the feeling that someone had just ripped them off, as if they were trying to hide a secret.

But later on, it was stuck on again.

Looking at the marks left by the pasting of the pages, they should have been the original pages, and could not have been replaced by something else.

But to tear down and stick to it, or the original page, or the original order, why do such superfluous things?

This is one of the things I can't figure out. Since I can't figure it out, I can only look down.

When my adoptive father died, I discovered many strange places, and based on this book, most of those strange places are ways to breed resentment or raise ghosts.

Although these methods were sinister and insidious, according to the book, they had a miraculous effect. With so many insidious methods combined together, would there be some sort of mutation?

If all this was done by the foster father himself, then why did he let himself die so miserably?

Why should I let myself die with no peace?

I really don't understand this.

After the village chief died, the scenery turned into a funeral. People would often talk about him, saying that they would never forget the contributions he had made to the village.

But... No one had called the police. Although it was a small mountain village, the villagers were not stupid enough to not know about the existence of such a thing as law.

The villagers had even went to find Liu Qing at's house in droves, but of course, they had all returned empty-handed.

But he would rather look for it himself than seek help from the police...

This was somewhat unjustifiable. Perhaps there was some kind of secret within it …

In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve. All the families were celebrating, and there was a custom of guarding the new year. At midnight, the sound of firecrackers could be heard incessantly.

Although the village was not small, with the flame of firecrackers from every household, the entire village became bustling with noise and excitement.

However, just as the sounds of firecrackers were about to erupt, I suddenly felt a strange aura. I felt that there seemed to be a wave of crying sounds mixed within the sounds of firecrackers.

And I feel that the sound of the firecrackers isn't just reverberating in the village. It seems to also come faintly from the mountains.

I hastily opened the door and walked out. I discovered that at this moment, there were actually specks of fire rising from Aunt Zhang's house, as though they were celebrating.

Suddenly, through the fire, I seemed to see a touch of bright red.

My mind was in a trance when I suddenly felt a stream of firecrackers flash with white light and it stung my eyes.

I subconsciously screamed and closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I found that the entire village had turned dark red.

It was as if I had some kind of eye disease, and everything I looked at now had a dark red tinge to it.

That dark red color was the color of dried blood. Perhaps it was because he had seen too many of them. Naturally, he felt that there was an aura of death within that color …

How could this be?

However, this situation only lasted for a split-second. Before I could even think about it, it had already disappeared before my eyes …

It seemed like it was just an illusion. However, no matter how illusory it was, the scene that I saw a moment ago caused my originally cheerful mood to immediately turn colder …

It was only a weird scene for a split-second, but it caused my heart to feel waves of panic.

However, at this time, everything had disappeared. It was just like fireworks in the sky, only fleeting for an instant.

Seeing Lingling having such a fun time, I didn't say anything.

It actually snowed on the night of New Year's Eve, this was something that hadn't happened in the past few years. Looking at the dark red color, I could vaguely feel that the new year might not be too peaceful.

Nothing had happened, and I did loosen up a little.

But just because I'm relaxed doesn't mean that I'm not worried, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to read the Evil Theurgy Encyclopedia while holding it in my arms everyday.

The temporary peace did not mean that nothing would happen …

After such a long time, the bruises on my legs still hadn't disappeared.

I didn't pay much attention to it, as I still couldn't figure out what it was.

Logically speaking, when Ghost Being caught onto someone's body, they would indeed sometimes leave behind many black marks.

These marks were formed by the condensation of Yin Qi. Some of the more violent traces could also be interpreted as sinister.

But the one on my leg shouldn't be, because either the Yin Poison will be automatically eliminated by the Yang Qi in my body, or it will develop in my body.

If this had happened, I would have been dead by now.

In other words, something like yin poison could not stay in a person's body for that long and was still in this form.

Since I can't figure it out, I can only let nature take its course. This is the conclusion that I came up with after experiencing so many things last year.

Even though it was New Year's Eve, and it was just Lingling and I, Lingling was still playing happily, and I felt waves of relaxation.

Let's not think about tomorrow's matter for now. Let's take care of it in front of him first …

The twelve o'clock quietly passed. We ate our New Year's Eve meal and rested for a while. We were all a little tired.

At the same time, the village also quietened down. Lingling laid on the brick bed, stared at the ceiling and said:

"I wonder what big brother Liu Qing is doing now. It's the new year, and he doesn't have any family left. He must be very lonely, right …"

Lingling said and sighed.

That year, Liu Songxian must have been like his foster father and realized that he was going to die.

Not only did he realize it, he even told the news of him dying to Lingling and Liu Qing.

It was precisely because I realized that I was going to die that I sent Lingling to me.

In other words, Liu Songxian should be very concerned about Lingling, and I misunderstood him …

In this way, the reliance Lingling displayed on Liu Songxian, became even more rational.

Liu Qing has something he needs to do, and it's not convenient for him to bring Lingling along as he is a man, so he sent Lingling over to me.

If that was really the case, then Liu Songxian and his foster father should not be enemies, but why … When her foster father died, did Liu Songxian display so many oddities?

However, if he thought about how his adoptive father was desperately tormenting him before he died and had his father's corpse ruined to such a state, maybe he really was his friend …

The things they did could no longer be considered by normal people.

In our eyes, it was blasphemy, a crazy method, a revenge.

Was it a part of the plan, a help, in their eyes?

As I thought about it, I fell asleep in a daze. In my dreams, I seemed to see villagers slowly walking out of their own courtyards, heading in a certain direction as they sincerely kowtowed …

Their eyes were lifeless. If one were to carefully think about it, those eyes were clearly a pair of eyes … The eyes of the dead!

Ah!

Just as I was looking at those people, I suddenly saw a person's mouth open and scream.

At the same time as he screamed, I saw fresh blood crazily flowing out of his mouth, dyeing his teeth blood-red. He looked extremely sinister.

Looking at this scene, I subconsciously took two steps back before abruptly opening my eyes.

When he opened his eyes, a bright light shone in. The scene in front of him became clear, but the sharp cries continued.

Even though what he saw just now was a dream, the sound was real. Something had happened outside!

Seeing that Lingling was still asleep, I carefully wore two thick sets of clothes. Outside, there was still snow falling from the sky, and it wasn't warm at all.

The moment I left, I felt a chill in my body. I spat out a mouthful of white air and quickly headed outside.

The screams outside continued, as if something terrible had happened.

I realized last night that it might not be safe this year.

However, he never would have thought that it would be so lively on the morning of the first day.

Looking at the color of the sky, it should have just been six o'clock.

This year's Chinese New Year wasn't as lively as the previous years, but in fact, ever since the death incident this year, I could feel that something was amiss in the village.

In the past, there would often be people from other villages visiting, especially from Old Bull Village.

Ever since the death, especially after the death of the village chief, the villagers had not been as hospitable as before.

And the people from the Old Bull Village were also very conscious, they did not come much anymore, as if they were setting up a barrier between them.

It was even more so during the new year. In the past, the villagers would invite some relatives from other villages to join them for the new year.

In a rural area like this, New Year's Eve was a festive occasion. The more lively it was, the more festive it would be.

Although this year's firecrackers were very lively, they lacked some popularity.

There didn't seem to be many outsiders coming to celebrate this year's New Year … Why is that?

I felt that the villagers seemed to have a sense of crisis, deliberately wanting to seal up the village from the outside world.

This only confirmed my suspicions. There was something in the village that couldn't be exposed, something that feared being discovered.

As I was thinking, I had already left the courtyard and arrived at the source of the sound. At this moment, I discovered a villager covered in blood, with a sickle in his hand, chasing after his wife and children!