C5 (1/2)

Ever since Aunt Zhang died, the adoptive father had become fond of studying evil ways. These photos... Was it something the foster father was studying?

My adoptive father had taught me to make money, as if he didn't care about anything, and he'd taught me to make money.

Among Funerary Slave s, there was no rule to keep pictures of the dead. One dies, one disappears, all sorts of things happened in life should have gone with the wind, and accompanying Funerary Slave s was merely accompanying them on the last leg of their journey, there was no need to leave the pictures behind …

Looking at the picture in my hand, my heart was unable to calm down. What was my adoptive father plotting all these years?

This was not the end …

These words seemed to be filled with extreme hatred. Could it be that Second Uncle Li's death was related to his adoptive father?

I separated the photos from the money and carefully put them away, because I had a feeling that these photos would be useful in the future.

My foster father was clearly dead, but I don't know why, but when I was with his corpse, I kept feeling a little panicked. I kept having this strange feeling …

I don't understand this feeling, is it fear? It shouldn't be. He had seen a lot of deaths these past few years. Logically speaking, there was no longer any fear towards the dead.

But now … I thought for a long time before slowly coming back to my senses. I kept feeling that my adoptive father was staring at me. Although my tongue was stretched out, I felt that my adoptive father was talking to me. It seemed that there were still a lot of things he wanted to say to me …

And I have a feeling that things aren't over yet... It feels like something even more terrible is going to happen...

Perhaps, this was the innate instinct of a woman …

It was still early today, so I tried my best to calm my heart down a bit before heading to the next village to get help.

Our village is called the Withered Vine Village, and the neighboring village is called Old Bull Village. They are all destitute and remote places, and in this kind of place, it is easy to find people to take care of their lives.

Foster father's reputation in our village is too poor. Even if he is rich, no one is willing to help him.

But the neighboring village was different. Although the adoptive father's bad reputation was also rumored to be in the Old Bull Village, it was not that well-known. At least, there was still someone who was brave enough to help.

It took me more than five hours to get to the next village, but to me, who had been with my foster father since childhood, this was nothing.

When we returned, it was the people from Old Bull Village who brought us back in a tricycle. For villages like ours, although they were small, they were full, there were all kinds of paper jobs, carpenters, and all of them were there. Of course, the main business of the villagers is not farming, these are just side businesses.

After buying all the items for free and distributing the money to everyone, he had spent almost all of the money in his hands.

At this moment, it is already late. I brought the people I invited to help arrange a spirit shed at my house, and a flower wreath is placed at the entrance. The doorman who is wrapped in paper hangs up a white cloth, and the coffin in the spirit shed is already placed down.

Then, I brought the coffin bearers to Aunt Zhang's doorstep, wanting them to carry my adoptive father's body back.

In the countryside, someone who had died in someone else's house should be picked up immediately and brought home. According to superstition, if they didn't return home soon, their soul would be lost and they wouldn't be able to find their way home.

The moment I walked into Aunt Zhang's house, I sucked in a breath of cold air, feeling a chill on my back …

When I left, my foster father was clearly lying on the floor. At this moment, the corpse was unexpectedly lying on the floor, and due to the change in my posture, some blood flowed out from the body of my foster father.

As for the corpse's tongue, it was still stretched out long enough to touch the ground, seeming to be licking the blood …

Why? Why did the corpse... How could there be such a huge change?

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva as I felt my body slightly tremble. Even if there was some sort of reaction after death, it would still be impossible for the corpse to make such a big move!

Could it be that when I left, someone moved the corpse of my foster father?

Whether the cause of my adoptive father's death was really suicide is unknown, and after I left, his body became passive again?

Could it be that someone was secretly observing them?

After all, those who lived here were all rural people, so logically speaking, there shouldn't be such a cruel person appearing. Moreover, they were already dead, so what was the point in moving the corpses again?