C4 (2/2)

The village chief didn't say anything else. I also understood what he meant. Looking at the village chief walking away as if he was escaping, I smiled helplessly. This smile was filled with bitterness.

Would the dead be scarier, or would the living be scarier? I don't know.

Sitting next to my adoptive father's corpse, I looked at his ferocious expression. When I was alive, he was ferocious, but when he died, he was still ferocious.

”I hate you, but after all, you have raised me for so many years and taught me the ability to live with myself.

Now that you're dead, I'll bury you. When the Yin and Yang are separated, you don't owe me, and I don't owe you either.

This will be your last time in Funerary Slave with you. ”

After saying that, I stood up and was about to leave, but at that moment, I suddenly saw something that was covered in blood under my foster father's sleeve. The blood on top of it was already dried up, and I could vaguely see that it seemed to be an envelope.

This envelope should have been thrown out the instant the body of the foster father fell down, and it should have been hidden in the sleeve of the foster father's shirt ever since.

Is it something important? Even before death, did he have to bring it with him?

I picked up the envelope from the floor. The dried blood on it fell down like pieces of debris, causing me to feel a wave of disgust in my heart.

He carefully opened the envelope and saw a pile of money. It was not a lot, and on each piece of coin, there was a white line drawn in the middle.

I know this white line. It is a custom in the village, there is a white line in the middle, half is yin and the other half is yang. This kind of coin is called white money.

It was said in the countryside that there was a saying that one could leave money behind in the dead, but one would not worry about spending it after death, as it gave people a wish. It was also said that the person who received the money wiped the white line off the white line on the white line, which was equivalent to helping the dead to get rid of the white line, and at the same time, passing the money through circulation, could protect the dead from being reincarnated as soon as possible.

This kind of money had been prepared by the dead before they died, and some had been prepared by the relatives of the dead. Before preparing the money, one had to plan how much it would cost to carry out the funeral, and spend all the money that they had left.

Looking at the stack of white money in my hand, I slightly frowned. This white money should have been prepared for me by my foster father.

Although the coins that the mourners and Funerary Lady received were also for free, the adoptive father would erase the white line on the day he received the money.

The foster father is an old bachelor, there are no close ones, left me a bunch of free money and a mess? I smiled coldly. He really is a heartless person …

I had quite a bit of money in my hands, but after rummaging through it, I found that it was all for nothing. That is to say, I had to spend it all on the funeral.

I didn't feel too sad. Initially, the person in front of me was a very selfish person. Being used to living a miserable life since I was young, I don't have much of a concept towards money.

After all … After raising me for so many years, the last thing I did was to repay the kindness he gave me when I was young.

At this moment, I saw that there was actually something else in the envelope. I took it out to have a look and it turned out that it was … A few pictures.

These photos look familiar to me, because they're all my mourners...

I am the Funerary Lady, and the dead that I accompanied on a journey are called the Mourning Masters.

All these years, the pictures of the employers I worked for were all here, because the people who hired the women were all people who died miserably, so even including Second Uncle Li, there were only eight people who died in the two years I had been a Funerary Slave.

However, there were only seven photos. One of them was not inside. What was going on? Did he miss something, or was there something special about these seven people?

Thinking about this, my frown deepened, because I suddenly remembered what my foster father said last night when he walked over to Second Uncle Li's grave.

This was not the end …

The top of the photo was filled with holes, as if a sharp weapon had pierced through them. Moreover, the back of the photo was dark red in color. It seemed that... Blood.