C6 (1/2)

Before they could react from Liu Songxian's words, they suddenly heard a crisp sound, causing them all to feel even more worried.

The houses in the countryside usually consisted of two rooms. One room was used for cooking and eating, the moment one entered the room, the other room was used for sleeping during the night.

At this moment, the crisp sound came from the room where I had slept. All these years, I had never been to that room before.

Or perhaps, in all these years, I have never entered the Aunt Zhang's home. If it wasn't for my foster father dying here, I wouldn't have come here in the future.

My foster father's body was in the house, and I didn't have the time or the energy to go to the other room.

After hearing the noise, I hastily entered another room. The other room was similarly cleaned, as though no one had lived there for many years.

There was not even a speck of dust on the brick bed. What had just landed on the floor was a bowl. It had been broken into pieces and the contents of the bowl were scattered all over the floor.

Inside the bowl are some red granules, as well as some scented ashes. After a closer inspection, I realized that those red granules are …

There were actually bloodstained grains of rice here. Perhaps it was because they were often soaked in blood, but these grains of rice were obviously very large. Furthermore, it seemed that they had been there for a long time.

Squatting on the floor, I look at the grains of rice on the floor.

Looking at the tablets on the table, there were both Uncle Zhang's and Aunt Zhang's spirit tablets, and the words on the spirit tablets were also from the foster father. In other words, these two spirit tablets were placed here by the foster father.

And the place where this bowl was just at, should be between the two spirit tablets.

There was a bowl between the two tablets. There was rice in the bowl, incense was used to burn paper, and some blood was used to drip into the bowl. If I'm not wrong, this should be the process.

But, what was the purpose of this process? Is this yet another perverse aspect of adoptive father's research?

I looked at the two spirit tablets on the table and realized that there were actually two rows of words carved on the table with a knife. The two lines were side by side and happened to be in the middle of the two tablets.

The first line read: ”When you are alive, taste all the bitterness. After death, your soul will not be able to calm down.”

The second line read: ”To turn the human world into a fiendish devil; the cycle of reincarnation is difficult.”

I sucked in a breath of cold air. I thought that what was written on it might be a eulogy. I didn't expect it to be such vicious words.

These words were a clear curse to the dead that they would never enter the cycle of reincarnation, forever becoming lonely ghosts and even … It's a wraith …

I shake my head. I really don't get it. This man … What was he doing?

Looking at his performance over the years, I have always felt that this man was extremely guilty towards the Aunt Zhang, which was why he came to this room so often to pay his respects.

However, these two lines of words are indeed the handwriting of the foster father. From these two lines of words, I don't see any guilt or grief …

Looking at the two spirit tablets in front of me, I recall a few times. Perhaps, I had a happy childhood, but … This childhood was so short that I often wondered if I would have had a few more happy birthdays if I hadn't barged in that night and thought about my birthday.

With that in mind, I knelt down in front of the memorial tablet. The dead were dead and should be respected, and the scene in front of me was so astonishing that I forgot why I had come to this room and how I had left my bowl behind.

After kowtowing three times, I stood up and turned around. However, I suddenly felt a chill behind me.

At the same time, I felt as if something were watching me, and at the same time, a red shadow entered my vision.

At this moment, the sky had already darkened slightly. When I turned around, it was as if I saw a colorful woman sitting on the brick bed with her head lowered. Her black hair slowly fell down, covering her face.

But for some reason, even though I couldn't see her facial features, I could feel that this woman was looking at me.

Before I could react, I heard a buzzing sound coming from the window facing the brick bed, as if someone was knocking on it.

Hearing such a voice, I subconsciously raised my head to look. Under the hazy sky, I could vaguely see a figure slowly flash past the window.