C1 (1/2)

Funerary Lady, also known as Accompanying the Funerary Slave, was a bad habit that continued in many remote villages. There was a saying that life could not be a human, and death was not allowed to bring one's soul to bear.

Ever since I was young, I have been viewed as an ominous thing by my fellow villagers, and unlike the other girls, I was highly regarded because I was a wild girl who was picked up from a cemetery, and my adoptive father was a mournful person who hid from all the villagers.

The main reason is that foster father always likes to study some evil things. Many people in the village and I have personally witnessed him digging out a big black dog's eye and swallowing it.

In fact, before I was eight years old, my adoptive father had been very good to me, and he was not a cruel person.

But I remember the day of my eighth birthday, when a man died in the middle of the night in a house near ours, and the man's daughter-in-law came to his adoptive father so early in the morning to ask him to help.

Since it was a waste, the adoptive father naturally didn't dare to hesitate and immediately packed up his things. Before he left, he even caressed my head and said,

”Xiao Die be good, and watch the house. I'll come back for your birthday at noon.”

Zhuang Xiaodie, that's my name. My adoptive father got it from Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng who was obsessed with Butterfly, but later on it was too difficult to write and it was changed to Xiao Die.

Allowing me to change my name on my own also showed how much my foster father doted on me. However, I never thought that after this trip, the foster father who doted on me would never come back …

From morning until nine in the evening, I watched through the window as my adoptive father entered the woman's house. However, he didn't come out.

My heart felt wronged, I had clearly said that I would return at noon, and let me wait until now. The young me at that time only thought about my foster father and not my words, so I walked directly towards the woman's house. That woman was not much younger than my foster father, and the man who died had the surname of Zhang.

At that time, I was still filled with unwillingness, and could not care about the number of dead people, so I walked straight towards the Aunt Zhang's house, about to open the door.

Before I could push open the door, I suddenly heard waves of painful groans coming from inside the house. These groans came from the Aunt Zhang s, but when I listened carefully, it did not feel like pain.

Even though I'm small, I still know that normally, when people die, they would only cry, so why is it that when the Aunt Zhang came back, they would only moan?

Perhaps if I was a little bit louder, I wouldn't have barged in so rashly when I heard this sound. However, at that time, I directly pushed open the door and rushed in.

The moment I opened the door, I was stunned. There was only a yellow cloth on the floor, and on the yellow cloth, there were three naked bodies. Two of them were my foster father, my Aunt Zhang, and the other was my Uncle Zhang.

Inside the room, there were more than ten large red candles, illuminating the entire room, as well as the two living people's bodies.

The two of them were completely naked, sitting face to face, both of them panting heavily. The corpse was lying on the ground with its eyes wide open, as if it was staring at two living people, and it was also staring at me …

The moment the door was opened, the red candle flickered. Then, the foster father went into a rage and shouted,

”Scram!”

The scene before me truly made me panic. At that time, I didn't understand what they were doing, but I knew that it was definitely an adult's private matter.

I immediately ran back home. Not long after, the foster father returned with an ashen face and messy clothes. He stared at me for a long time as he muttered to himself. It was unknown what he was mumbling about.

Suddenly, my foster father slapped me hard. That was the first time he hit me in my memory. After that, he ignored my sobbing and sat alone in the room drinking wine.

Afterwards, the news of his father having an affair with Aunt Zhang somehow spread out. It took several days, and perhaps it was due to embarrassment, that his foster father shut himself away and did not come out.

On the other hand, I could see that the Aunt Zhang's house was covered with red ribbons. It was red and not white, just like a funeral.