C4 (1/2)

However, if he were to commit suicide, there was no need for him to do so … Will you... Was there someone else who had killed his adoptive father?

The foster father had been in a frenzy in the village all these years, but because he was too evil and involved in the white matter, coupled with the rural superstition that was to say that he cursed him behind his back, no one had ever actually done anything to the foster father.

Moreover, even if he had some enmity with the villagers, there shouldn't be anyone who would kill him.

At this moment, my feet were sticky, and that was the blood of my adoptive father. Last night, it had already solidified, and there was clearly no wind in the room. However, I felt that the corpse hanging on the ceiling seemed to be slightly swaying …

Too many questions filled my mind. Initially, I thought that if my foster father died one day, I would be able to recover my former happiness and happiness. However … At this moment, my heart felt as if it had been frozen, as if … There was no longer any emotion left in him.

The surrounding time seemed to have frozen. I stood there in a daze, not even knowing what I should do. At this moment, the Village Chief seemed to be getting impatient from waiting outside as he poked his head into the room.

Seeing that I was staring at the corpse in a daze, the Village Chief walked over and placed his hand on my waist.

”Miss, let's put down your father's corpse first. Hanging on like this isn't a solution.”

I woodenly nodded my head. Then, I moved the coffin on the floor to the side. The village chief helped me put down the corpse. The village head was already in his fifties, and his physical strength wasn't very good.

Furthermore, our foster father's body was stiff and exceptionally heavy. It took us both a lot of effort before we managed to put the corpse down. By the time the corpse landed, my head was already covered in sweat.

Even so, the moment our adoptive father landed on the ground, the two of us fell heavily onto the ground due to insufficient physical strength.

The moment he fell to the ground, one of his foster father's arms shook violently and a hand grabbed tightly onto the village chief's ankle.

The village chief was already very nervous. At this moment, he screamed out and used his other foot to kick his foster father's arm a few times.

However, he couldn't pull it out no matter how hard he tried. He was struggling so hard to pull the corpse out, causing it to sway slightly.

”Village Chief, it's just that I've been caught. I'll just slowly pull it out from the other direction.”

At this moment, I hastily said this. Only then did the Village Head realize that he was being a little too sensitive and smiled awkwardly.

As for me, I went down and slowly pulled out the village chief's foot that was hooked by my hand.

After death, a person would become extremely stiff for a period of time. And when there was a violent collision, the joints on the body would also be affected, causing some natural changes.

There were even some nerves that played a role, causing the corpse to make subtle movements. Just now, when the father's corpse fell onto the ground, his hand had only inadvertently hooked onto the village chief's ankle.

I grabbed my foster father's wrist, which was already cold and stiff, and slowly moved it away from the village chief's ankle.

At this moment, I discovered that my adoptive father's hand was very strange. Although it was stiff, it had a vague shape of a finger pointing in an unknown direction.

At the same time, I slightly raised my head and met the eyes of the adoptive father. The pair of eyes of the adoptive father seemed to tremble violently, as though he had recovered his spirit in an instant!

This made me break out in a cold sweat, but it wasn't as intense as the village chief's sweat. Human corpses are very mysterious, and after death, their bodies and hair would continue to grow longer, so … It wasn't surprising that his eyes would twitch.

A lot of things have happened that are hard to understand. I'm trying to make these weird things as normal as possible.

Looking at the Village Chief's pale face, I felt a little ashamed.

”Village Chief, you should head back first. I'll take care of the rest.”

The village chief wiped the sweat off his face. After hearing what I said, he tried his best to remain calm.

”That's fine too, I want to go to the cemetery on the mountain and take a look. I want to stabilize the mood of the villagers as well. I'll find a foreigner for your father's funeral, someone from the village …” ”I'm afraid …”