It wasn't that I was nervous and complicated the problem, but because so much had happened in the past few days that I had to be careful, so when I saw my father, I started and didn't say anything for a long time until he waved a white stick at my head.

Bang.

My head was struck hard by my father with a stick.

I thought I was going to faint.

After all, I watched as my father made his move.

The moment the stick landed on my head, I subconsciously closed my eyes.

To my surprise.

The sticks were broken, but I was fine. To my surprise, I didn't feel any pain at all.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the broken stick was only paper.

A thin layer of white paper.

At this time, my father walked over, touched my head, and said, "It's fine. You were covered in some evil Qi, but it has already dissipated."

As he spoke, he faintly smiled, and within his smile was a trace of vicissitudes.

However, he quickly concealed himself and walked into the yard.

Dad was back, but I wasn't happy at all.

Because he gave me a stick as soon as he came in, and although he meant it very clearly, saying he wanted to get rid of the evil aura for me, it was hard for me to be happy.

It seemed to me that my father was a little strange, but the strange thing was that for a moment I couldn't tell where it was.

Following my father into the courtyard, I saw that the cat that was exceptionally fierce towards everyone looked extremely docile at this moment.

After all, none of us dared to approach this cat.

But Dad was different.

When his father arrived in front of the cage, not only did the wild cat not show its teeth to scare him, but instead came over very meekly.

It licked its father's fingers like a pet.

That makes me a little curious.

Then my father turned to me and asked, "Where did this cat come from?"

I just told him it was a wildcat.

Dad nodded and said, "Yes."

I started.

Following that, he told me about the injuries that this cat had brought me and even pulled back my sleeves to let him see the horrifying injuries on my arm.

Dad just gave her a cold look and then said, "I let her go. It's bad luck to stay home."

With regards to this, he did not blame the wild cat in the slightest.

I really doubt that in my father's heart, I'm not even comparable to a wild cat?

Even though I feel extremely wronged, I still let this wild cat go.

Before this wild cat left, she started mewling at me, as though trying to demonstrate her prowess.

I was helpless against it. I couldn't beat it, and even feared that it would suddenly rush towards me.

Although, now that my father is back and I have a man at home, I still don't feel any sense of security.

After his father came back, he went to his grandmother's room. They talked for a long time, but he didn't come out until the evening.

After I finished preparing dinner, I crept up to grandma's room. Just as I was about to knock on the door and call them out for dinner.

At that moment, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

When I saw my father's ice-cold expression, I was so frightened that I retracted my hand.

"What's wrong?" Father looked at me with a low voice and asked.

I swallowed and said I had cooked and wanted him to eat with my grandmother.

Father nodded and said, "You guys eat first. I'll go out for a while."

His father had been on the road for an entire day, but now he didn't even eat. He grabbed a shovel and left. From the looks of it, it seemed that he was a little scary.

Soon, they entered Grandma's room.

In the past few days, Grandma had aged even more.

At this moment, she was weakly sitting on the ring chair, her hands resting on her head, leaning on the Eight Immortals Table.

Seeing that it was me, she weakly squeezed out a smile.

"What's the matter, little boy?" Grandma asked in a weak voice.

I said worriedly, "Grandmother, dinner is ready. Why don't you go eat some?"

Grandma smiled and said, "The little boy has grown up and is getting more and more understanding. I'm not hungry. Your father will be back soon. You can eat with him."

After I heard this, I just gave an "oh" and went out.

Dusk had just fallen and it was still early. I wasn't hungry, so I squatted by the door and waited for my father to return.

But at that moment, I suddenly remembered the names written on the butcher's book.

I thought of all the strange things that had happened in my house.

I couldn't help but think that everything that had happened to my family might have been caused by the butcher.

With this bold thought of mine suddenly appearing in my mind, I immediately slipped off the stool in fright and sat on the floor.

With a bang, my butt came into close contact with the ground, but I didn't feel any pain at all.

I bit my lower lip on the spot and muttered to myself, "I don't know how to …"

I quickly dismissed my earlier speculation.

This wasn't a butcher's job.

After all, for the past few days, the butcher has been busy doing all sorts of things. If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't have been able to get out of that predicament.

That is to say, if he really plans on harming us, then given my grandmother and I, these two ordinary people, we wouldn't be able to withstand him.

Thinking about this, I dispelled my suspicions towards Butcher Liu.

And at the same time, since the 'black hand' behind his back isn't him, is he sincerely helping our people?

When I thought about my grandma's terrible complexion just now, I was really worried that something would happen to my grandma after Second Uncle.

As a result, it was hard for me to remain seated here. While the sky was still dark, I mustered my courage and ran towards the home of the butcher, Liu.

Actually, the reason why I was so bold as to run here in the dark was because of my boldness.

There were two reasons. One was because of Grandma.

The other reason was that I was extremely afraid that the pervert would return. If he came to harass me again at night, I really didn't know what to do. I might really get dirty by that thing …

Thinking about this, I emphasized the idea of finding Butcher Liu.

It was like a sick patient who had placed all his hopes of survival on the doctor. At this moment, I was the patient.

Soon, I arrived at the door of Butcher Liu's house.

This time, I easily knocked on his door.

"Little boy? "What, something happened at home again?" The butcher asked curiously.

I quickly shook my head and shook out two pigtails from under my hat.

I quickly stuffed it back in and said, "Nothing happened. I just …"

Butcher Liu saw that I wanted to say something, but stopped me in my tracks. He looked outside and said, "Come in to speak."

I was pulled in by him, and then Butcher Liu asked me, "Okay, go ahead."

Within Butcher Liu's house, there was no light. It was so dark it was terrifying. What was even more frightening was that he lit a white candle and placed it on the square table of the Eight Immortals. This way, it would be even more frightening …

Fortunately, after experiencing so many things in the past few days, my courage has increased quite a bit.

At this moment, my voice trembles as I voice out the worries in my heart.

Butcher Liu patted my head. "I didn't expect this little boy to be such a filial child. Don't worry, your grandma will be fine."

When I heard what Butcher Liu said, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

However, I was still a little worried. I wanted to ask Butcher Liu why his book had our family's name on it …

He had only thought that the book was hidden in such a secret location. It was certain that he did not want to reveal anyone's secrets.

So I had to put up with it and I said, "Well... What about that ghost? If I meet him again, what should I do? "

Butcher Liu smiled and said, "Take this, this is the Pig Slaughtering Knife. This is what I use to kill pigs. It's very heavy and you wouldn't dare touch any dirty stuff. Now you can relax."

With this, I had more or less found something to rely on.

"Thank you, Uncle Liu. When I earn money in the future, I'll buy you a new Pig Slaughtering Knife." "No," I said.

Butcher Liu laughed, but didn't say anything. As the sky started to darken, I was a bit worried, so I hurried back.

When he came back, his grandmother leaned against the door and looked around.

As I came running up to her, she asked, "Where have you been, little boy?"

I didn't tell Grandma that I was going to find Butcher Liu, but said, "Nothing, I went out for a walk. Alright, Grandma, let's go back."

I went up to pull Grandma, but after pulling her a bit, I didn't pull.

"Grandma?" I asked.

Grandma still pressed herself against the door and looked outside, saying, "Little boy, go and see why your father isn't back yet. The food is getting cold."

I made an 'oh' and jumped out again.

But I had only taken a few steps when I realized that I didn't know where my father had gone.

Then he turned to his grandmother.

Grandma said she wanted me to go to Second Uncle's grave to have a look.

In the middle of the night, I don't know what my grandmother was thinking, but she actually wanted me to go to Second Uncle's grave.

However, it soon occurred to me that perhaps because Grandma was old, I couldn't blame her for this. Thus, at this moment, I could only follow Grandma's orders.

Nightfall had arrived, and the surroundings were pitch black.

Although I wasn't holding a flashlight, it was a good thing that the crescent moon was hanging in midair. Furthermore, on the mountain road, where there were often people walking on it, it would light up, while those places where no one was walking on would be dark. That way, I could see a small path winding in front of me.

Following this small path, I hastily ran. When I reached Second Uncle's grave, I discovered that something was amiss.

I clearly remember that in the cove where Second Uncle is, there are weeds that are as tall as a person everywhere. But now, with a glance, those weeds have disappeared and actually turned into a lush green lawn. Moreover, this lawn is very neatly trimmed.

In the middle of this verdant grass was a small grave. This grave was extremely exquisite, all of it built with stones of the same size. At a glance, it seemed to be a work of art.

I could hardly believe my eyes. Did I walk out of the illusion at night? Otherwise, how could something like this happen?

Thinking about this question, I was filled with intense curiosity as I groped my way through step by step.

As I approached, I realized that it was all true.

The grave was real, and so was the grass.

It's just that I don't understand, when Second Uncle was buried, I was there. That wasn't the case.

Just as I was about to escape this strange place, I accidentally saw a stone tablet in front of this grave.