C2 (1/2)

I stood in front of my adoptive father and nodded my head indifferently. After being abused for so many years, only coldness and hatred remained in my heart. I didn't know what I should say to this man.

From dressing the dead to entering the coffin and stuffing the nails, all the Funerary Slave had to participate in the whole process. After all, being a slave meant being accompanied by someone and being served by someone.

Following behind the pallbearer, I sobbed, in the rhythm of a mourner who has never been sad for the dead, but for himself, more sad than the dead.

In the evening, I sat in front of the grave, a cool breeze blowing through my bones. The people around me had all left, leaving me alone.

This was a huge graveyard, after staying here for so many years, my courage grew. On my face, there were dense symbols drawn with dog blood by my foster father. They emitted a fishy smell, and the sound of owls and bugs came from the surroundings.

The wind rustled the leaves, and all of a sudden, I heard a series of crackling sounds, as if someone was digging with a shovel …

My heart palpitated. Could it be a grave robber? Slightly frowning, I looked around me. In our small mountain village which is a remote cemetery, there shouldn't be anything valuable to accompany the burial. How could there be a tomb robber?

Then, in the distance, I heard a series of moans. Incomparable familiarity …

At the same time, I saw a figure moving on top of a grave. After so many years in the grave, I could almost recognize whose grave it was.

I will never forget this grave. This is … The Aunt Zhang's tomb!

Then, I suddenly recalled that today is not only my birthday, but also the day that I broke the secret of my adoptive father and Aunt Zhang …

According to what we are saying, because the Funerary Lady is contaminated with the grievances of too many people who have died in vain, it is inherently unlucky, and it is even more impossible for it to be respected like the others, who live in vain or are Mr. Yin and Yang.

Second Uncle Li died miserably. It was his mule that suddenly went crazy, trampling on Second Uncle Li's body and trampling him to death.

Originally, the talk of ghosts and monsters in the countryside, to be trampled to death by mules while alive, became even more sensational in the village. At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of someone digging with a shovel and couldn't help but feel my hair stand on end.

Looking at the figure on top of Aunt Zhang's grave, my head buzzed and I felt a chill coming from my back. The myriad of ghost talk that I had heard since I was young continuously echoed in my mind.

Having been a Funerary Slave for two years, was he really going to meet a ghost this time?

The village graveyard is on top of the mountain, my first thought is to hurry down the mountain, but … If he really left the grave, it would be against the rules of the Funerary Slave.

His foster father had said that if Funerary Slave broke the rules, he might lose his temper and attract misfortune.

Even if I don't talk about these ghosts and gods, if my foster father found out that I didn't complete Funerary Slave's mission, this beating would definitely be unavoidable.

”Hehehe …” ”Hehehe …”

At this moment, I heard a strange laughter coming from that figure. It sounded as though the person had gone mad and no emotions could be discerned from the laughter. It was a mechanical laughter … Yet, they were incomparably familiar …

I curled up next to Second Uncle Li's tombstone. Suddenly, the clouds in the sky slowly moved and the moonlight gradually fell on that figure. At this moment, I slowly saw that figure's true appearance.

Foster father! It turned out to be an adopted father! At this moment, his foster father was actually using all of his might to dig the hole. His eyes were also tightly staring at the huge hole he had dug, and he let out a wave of strange laughter.

I could barely suppress the fear in my heart. My whole body was shaking. Why was this man here?

Today, Second Uncle Li's family had just given him money. Shouldn't he be drinking at home? Why did he come out in the middle of the night to dig a grave? Furthermore … Or the woman's grave?

While I was staring at my foster father, his movements also stopped as he slowly approached me.

The foster father was very strong. Although he had been drinking for many years, his body had never been drunk to the point of collapse. Because I was malnourished, I looked extremely thin and weak.

”Father …” ”Father …”