C8 (2/2)

That was because the mouth had been sewn together with black threads, making it look like a puppet. As for the ears and nose, they had been directly sealed up with mud.

His four limbs and facial features had all suffered a cruel torture. He was clearly just a corpse … [Who is so cruel to play around with me?]

The scene before me caused me, the Funerary Slave, to feel a wave of disgust. Last night, after I had fallen asleep, I clearly didn't hear anything.

If what I see is real, then is what I see human or ghost? Could this thing have done something to his foster father's corpse?

The strangeness of his foster father's death was evident. When he was in the Aunt Zhang, his corpse had been moved, and now that he was in his own mourning hall, he was tormented like this …

Even if the person in front of me is filled with hatred, but he is already dead. What kind of deep hatred and hatred would allow others to treat him this way?

”Brother Liu, you guys went to sleep last night. Did you guys hear anything strange?”

If all of this was truly man-made, then when one was nailed to the coffin, it would definitely be very loud. How could I not hear it?

There were too many mysteries that couldn't be unraveled. Looking at the already sinister corpse become even more terrifying, my heart felt like it was in a mess.

My mind went blank. At this moment, it was as if I had lost all ability to think.

Liu Songxian and I looked at each other, both of us unsure of what to say.

After a long period of silence, Liu Songxian said:

”I have heard a bit about your father's matter. When I went out yesterday afternoon, I also heard someone say that your father was being held hostage by evil spirits.

Now that I look at it, this matter is really quite evil. Even if it's not a fierce ghost taking his life, there must be a reason that we do not know about. ”

Liu Songxian was very serious. At this moment, his chest was moving up and down, and sweat was flowing down his forehead the moment he saw the corpse.

Actually, when I think about it, it's not that I don't believe in ghosts, but if this matter were to really get mixed up with the supernatural, then it would be much more complicated than it is now.

I still hope that things can be simpler and that I can live a peaceful life after settling down.

Logically speaking, with my foster father dead, no one would torture me anymore. My good days … Wasn't it supposed to be just the beginning?

Only now did I realize that I wasn't as mature as I had imagined. At this crucial moment, I would also be thrown into disarray.

Although I have experienced a lot more since I was young than children of the same age, I have only come into contact with a few levels. I know how ugly a living person is, but there are many things that cannot be handled by myself.

Just like now, after hearing what Liu Songxian said, I became even more flustered and asked:

”Brother Liu, what do you think we should do now?”

”This corpse can no longer move. According to what we've said, this person died a miserable death. The grievances he felt are very heavy. Now that the corpse has suffered this kind of torture, it will definitely be difficult for it to die in peace.”

If we move the body again, we'll only bump into the body and make it more resentful.

This way, the gains will not make up the losses, so I suggest that we close the coffin this way. ”

When Liu Songxian said this, I sucked in a cold breath of air.

This was especially true for people who had died horribly. Ruo Ruo looked too sinister when she sealed the coffin, so she naturally wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully after she was buried.

Now Liu Songxian actually wants my foster father to close the coffin like this... This is a little ridiculous …

Seeing my frown, Liu Songxian continued:

”Little girl, I, your brother, have been in this business for more than 20 years. I know more about corpses than you do.

If you don't want your father to transform into a ghost, not only do you need to seal the coffin, you also need to wrap around the ink line. ”

”Ink Lines... Isn't that used to prevent corpses from being faked? ”

I said one sentence, but before Liu Songxian could reply, all of a sudden, I heard a series of creaking sounds coming from the coffin beside me, as though a fingernail was scratching against a wooden board.