C6 (2/2)
My pupils suddenly contracted. I wanted to scream, but … It was as if I was so frightened that I couldn't even make a sound.
The shadow outside flashes by and when I look back at the previous location, I realised that everything has disappeared … There were no women on the brick bed. The room was still cold and empty …
Was it an illusion? It was just a mistake …
My colorful clothes are very similar to the clothes my foster father is wearing right now. At the same time, these clothes are also slowly digging out the memories that were already buried under my body.
Years... When Aunt Zhang died, she was also wearing such a set of clothes!
Is it because I feel guilty towards the Aunt Zhang that I have this kind of illusion? I tried my best to comfort myself as I wiped the sweat off my forehead.
Just as I was about to leave, just as I turned around, I suddenly saw another figure appearing at the entrance. I was already extremely nervous, but upon seeing this figure, I let out a scream and retreated a few steps.
Perhaps the isolation I had grown up in was considered a kind of quiet for an outsider, because I seldom called out like that for fear of living people, not even when I spoke loudly.
Sometimes, I also hate myself for being too weak. It's precisely because I look too weak that I will always be bullied by others. That's why I'm always looked down upon by others.
This time, he was too nervous, which was why he lost his composure.
After stabilizing my body, only then did I see that the one standing at the door, was actually Liu Songxian.
”Are you alright, girl?”
I shook my head.
At this time, Liu Songxian's face became even uglier, and he said to me:
”I was the one who carried the coffin of this woman from the Zhang Clan. Her death was also very strange.”
When you ran into the house earlier, the few of us saw it. Your father's eyes seemed to roll a little, as if he was staring at you …
Girl, let's try one last time. If we can't bring your father's body back this time, we'll give you back the money.
It's not a good business to do something for free. If you meet such an evil customer and throw away your life for money, it's not worth it. ”
I can see that Liu Songxian's eyes are very firm and there's no room for discussion. Even if he can negotiate, the remaining few people might not be so easy to negotiate with.
I had no choice but to nod my head. Then I turned around and lit four candles in the four corners of the room.
Afterward, I knelt in front of my foster father and muttered:
”I have no ties to this life, no ties between Yin and Yang, no ties at all. I will travel to the Road to River Styx with you, the Hall of the Living will sing a sad song, my spirit will walk the path of ghosts, but my karma will not touch my body, the Funerary Slave's orders cannot be disobeyed, all grievances and grievances will disappear, may the Lord pass through reincarnation as soon as possible!”
This is a step that must be completed before one can become the Funerary Slave of the dead, and the words that I say are also a kind of incantation that was passed down from the Funerary Slave.
With that, I used a knife to slowly cut my finger, and then lightly drew a symbol on the back of my foster father's hand.
According to Liu Songxian and the others, their adoptive father was too stubborn, so he was unable to leave the Aunt Zhang's home.
As a servant, she can help me get rid of the grievances of the dead. That's why I gave it a try and became the foster father of the Funerary Slave first. That way, the corpse might be able to be carried out.
To be honest, even though I am the Funerary Slave, I have always held a skeptical attitude towards the fact that the Funerary Slave is able to offset the grievances from the deceased.
At that time, in my opinion, the Funerary Slave was just something invented by the rural people in order to seek psychological comfort, it was just a bad habit of superstition.
The moment I finished drawing the symbol on the back of my hand, the candle flame in the room suddenly started to flicker rapidly.