In that instant, my jaw dropped in shock.

That's right.

Daoist Priest Li was completely right.

Regarding the matter of his second uncle's death, it had only happened in the past few days, and his grandmother hadn't informed his father about this matter at all.

Thus, it seemed that his father's return was rather strange.

Did he just happen to come back?

But how could there be so many coincidences in this world?

And, thinking about it, I thought back to the time when he had come back.

It was as if he hadn't said anything when he returned, hadn't asked anything. He had obviously known beforehand about his second uncle's death.

After analyzing it this way, I feel that the words of Great Immortal Li in front of me seem to make more sense.

"I believe you are not a fool. You should know better than I do what is going on here. Your grandmother did not inform your father to come back, but he did. Is the problem not worth investigating?" Great Immortal Li immediately said.

I nodded.

The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that what Immortal Li said was correct.

But how could I trust him, an outsider, not my father?

Then, with the last of my strength, I said, "How do you know that my grandmother didn't inform my father?"

Great Immortal Li didn't seem to care about this. "In the entire village, even the wealthiest village chief doesn't have a phone. How did your father know?"

At the same time.

It also occurred to me that my father worked hundreds of kilometers away.

It was indeed very difficult for him to know about Second Uncle's death.

If it happened to be a return, it was impossible.

So, with his sudden return, coupled with his return, he could tell from his nonchalant attitude that there was something wrong with his father at that time.

Thinking of this, I started to panic even more.

At this time.

Seeing that I had basically believed his words,

Great Immortal Li continued, "You might not believe me, but I'm an outsider after all. If that's the case, you can ask your grandmother and see what she says. If you guys solve your family's problems, then I'm an outsider, so it won't be convenient to say anything more."

At this moment, my head is in a daze.

When he returned, it was already past six.

By this time, Grandma had already gotten up.

She was cleaning the yard when I got back.

I took the tools and began to scan them.

Grandma supported her sore waist and asked me, puzzled, "Little boy, did you just come back?"

I started.

It was only then that I remembered. Grandma probably thought that I had just returned from my trip with Father yesterday.

I hastily replied, "No, I returned not long after I left last night. I just woke up early and went out for a walk."

Hearing this, Grandma gave an 'oh' before her eyes filled with worry, "You haven't had a good rest these past few days. At noon, you should go back to sleep. If you continue like this, you won't be able to do anything."

I nodded to show I knew.

After cleaning up, I helped Grandma cook again.

It wasn't until seven o'clock, when the meal was ready, that Dad came back.

The two of us sat at the dining table. I was getting bored from waiting, so I asked my grandmother, "Grandmother, I have a question for you."

Seeing that I looked like I wanted to say something, but I hesitated.

Grandma patted my head and said smilingly, "If there's a problem, you can ask. If Grandma knows, she'll definitely tell the little guy."

I thought for a moment and said, "Did you tell Father about the news of Second Uncle's death?"

When I asked this question, I was still a little hesitant.

After all, Grandmother's in trouble and I don't want her to get involved in this.

But now this question, only Grandma can answer me.

When I asked.

Grandma said in confusion, "No, I didn't tell your father. What's wrong? "Why did you suddenly think of asking me this?"

"You didn't call Dad?" I asked doubtfully.

Grandma immediately said innocently, "No, what's the matter, little boy? Don't scare Grandma, I really didn't call your father."

This was strange.

"But, you didn't notify father and you didn't call him. How did he know about Second Uncle's death?" I asked in surprise.

For a moment, Grandma was also shocked speechless.

Seeing how her eyes were filled with panic, I knew that at this rate, she wouldn't be able to take it anymore.

It was as if I suddenly remembered something as I consoled her, "Oh, that's right. Perhaps it's the village chief. The village chief told him. Alright, grandmother, there's nothing else. Don't think too much about it. Let's eat."

Hearing my words, Grandma's expression eased up, and seeing her expression, I felt a lot more relieved.

After my grandma and I had dinner.

I was just about to clean up the dishes.

However, he didn't expect that his father would return at this critical juncture.

He was covered in dirt and dirt, and he looked very tired. It seemed like he hadn't slept at all that night.

With a bit of heartache, her grandmother went up to the hoe and then asked with heartache, "You haven't eaten yet, right? We left some food for you. How about you eat some?"

His father hummed in a low voice as he hastily washed his face and hands. After that, he laid on the table and started to eat.

He was like a hungry ghost. After hurriedly finishing his meal, he went back into the house. From the beginning to the end, I waited at the side. I wanted to ask him a few questions, but I never got the chance to do so.

After seeing the door slam shut, I could only bitterly go back to clear up the dishes.

Not long after, I packed my things and returned to my room, thinking about what had happened in the past few days.

I was still a little confused, unable to figure out which one of my father and Great Deity Li was the real one.

Time flew by very quickly. At noon, my father didn't come out to eat. When night fell, I prepared a meal and before I could call for him, he woke up.

Father didn't say anything. He just sat at the table and ate his food in a hurry. After that, he threw down his chopsticks and walked out the door.

As soon as I saw him, I realized that my father might have made another move.

Immediately, I threw down my utensils and followed him out.

My grandmother asked me what I was going to do.

This time, I didn't say anything about following my father, but from my grandmother's eyes, I could tell that she had already guessed my intention.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Grandma sighed and waved her hand. "Okay, come back early."

After I followed him out, I found that there was a small bag on my father's back. I didn't know what was inside the bag. It was very bulging and very strange.

I silently followed him to the outskirts of the village, where he listened to me in the wilderness.

I saw a dead tree where the grass was.

He walked around the wasteland for a while before he finally reached the bottom of the withered tree.

Under the bright moonlight, I saw a black thing jump down from the dead tree.

As for his father, he squatted on the ground, seemingly taking off the black object on his back and placing it on the ground.

Looking at this, I became even more doubtful. I subconsciously groped over to see if I could see more clearly.

When I get closer.

Only now did he realize that his father was feeding something inside a black bag to a black wildcat.

When I first saw the wild cat, I felt a sense of familiarity.

After careful observation, I was surprised to find that this wild cat that looked extremely docile in front of my father's eyes, isn't that the ferocious wild cat that my father released from our house?

Seeing this, I couldn't help but be shocked speechless.

This wild cat, last time he almost scratched me to death, so I hate this guy to the bone.

At this moment, I couldn't help but be speechless and immediately rushed over.

In front of me, he suddenly jumped out from the bushes.

His father was not surprised.

He didn't even look at me. His gaze was incomparably gentle as he looked at the wild cat in front of him. He then asked in an indifferent tone, "Why are you following me again?"

I tightly clenched my fist.

At this moment, I don't quite understand the father in front of me.

Why did he treat me like this? He's my father, yet he treats me so coldly. However, towards that wild cat, his gaze is so gentle. What does this mean?

It means that there's a problem with the father...

Thinking about this, I couldn't control my emotions and shouted, "Father, what are you doing? This black cat almost took my life while you were still feeding him."

I wanted to see a hint of guilt on my father's face and then stop.

However, he did not do so.

He then continued to feed the black cat, casually saying, "There are some things I don't understand."

As he said this, his tone revealed the vicissitudes of life that I didn't understand at my age.

I nodded subconsciously.

Since he doesn't want to say it, then I can only act on my own guesses.

I immediately said, "What relationship do you have with the black cat? Did you already know that Second Uncle would die and even get the wild cat to destroy Second Uncle's corpse?"

My voice trembled as I said this.

I can't figure out why he did it.

"He's your own little brother, how can you bear to do such a thing?"

Recalling the scenes when Second Uncle was still alive, I couldn't help but cry.

He had always been a very cold father.

At this moment, she finally turned her head and looked at me. Then, she said with incomparable emotion, "There are some things that it's better if you don't know them. You only need to know them; everything I do is for your own good."

That way, I wouldn't believe it at all.

After all, from the things that he did after he returned, I didn't realize that he was being cruel to me at all …

I immediately glared at him and said furiously, "Don't lie to me. I am already 18 years old and am no longer a child. Tell me, was Second Uncle killed by you?"