C13 (1/2)

It was already late into the night, but the rain was still pouring down. My body was already soaked through.

I was sitting at the grave with all sorts of thoughts in my head.

This mountain was very big, and the larger graves in the village were almost all located in a slightly lower position, and were all gathered together.

There was also a clear way of distinguishing between the Zhang Clan's cemetery and the Li Clan's cemetery. It was very obvious at a glance.

In other words, on the night that he guarded Second Uncle Li's grave, although many graves were dug up in the village, they weren't too far away.

I will try to find out about this matter, because when the matter of my adoptive father is settled, the villagers will definitely come and find trouble with me.

Thinking about this, my frown deepened. Due to the rain, my body was trembling.

In my memories, this is the first time I saw such a heavy rain when I was in Funerary Slave.

The night was quiet, with only the sound of the wind and rain. This way, it was convenient for me to think.

Closing my eyes, I tried my best not to be disturbed by any external forces as I tried to recall everything that happened after Second Uncle Li's death.

That day, when my foster father asked me to become Second Uncle Li's Funerary Lady, I felt that there was something wrong with his expression.

It's precisely because I hate him, and have hated him for so many years, that every expression I have towards him can be said to be perfectly grasped.

Usually the person you know best is not the person you love, but the person you hate...

Moreover, from the day Aunt Zhang died, the word 'love' didn't seem to exist in my world anymore.

There was no love, and not much hatred. There was only one person, nothing more.

However, I didn't pay attention to this anomaly. Now that I think about it, when my foster father told me to take that pill, could he have realized that it was the last pill he gave me?

Since he committed suicide, he had already planned to do so from then on …

If he really didn't commit suicide, then at least at that time, he also had some sort of realization that his end was near …

After that, there was the strange scene that I saw at night. An adopted father who should have already died, yet he still went to dig up the corpse.

The body of Aunt Zhang's family had mysteriously disappeared, and even now, there was still no trace of them. There were also the strange things that happened in Aunt Zhang's family, and the curses written in the middle of the Aunt Zhang's tombstone.

What had his adoptive father done all these years? What kind of person had he offended? Why would someone destroy his corpse even when he was dead?

What did Liu Songxian and Grandma Daocao know about each other, what were they hiding, and what did it have to do with this?

Actually, I can basically be sure that there must be a mastermind behind this.

This mastermind might be one of them... Perhaps not. I don't know what the ultimate purpose is, but I am almost certain of the existence of this hand.

At this point, I have to believe that a lot of supernatural things have happened around me. Even if I didn't want this to get any closer to the theory of ghosts and gods, I have to admit it now.

While I was thinking with my eyes closed, I suddenly felt the rain above my head stop dripping. Then, a hand fell on my shoulder.

The sound of the rain was so loud that I didn't hear anything at all just now. Now, due to the shock, my body suddenly trembled.

After which, I suddenly turned my head and saw a face that I loathed the most...

It was actually Da Xiong … Da Xiong was still holding onto his umbrella, looking at me while smiling, but his smile made my heart turn cold.

I took a deep breath and subconsciously moved backwards a bit before knocking against the tombstone belonging to my adoptive father.

It was already very late, and they were on the mountain with no one around. What did Da Xiong want to do?

Seemingly seeing the fear in my eyes, Da Xiong chuckled and said:

”Sister Xiao Die, looking at how heavy the rain is, I knew that you wanted to come over and guard your father, so I specially brought an umbrella over.

Your body is very thin, don't you dare break the ice. ”

Even though I didn't really understand the thoughts of living people, there was an instinctive sense of fear and distrust. Thus, at this moment, my heart was still on guard, afraid that Da Xiong would suddenly do something that would harm me.

Seeing that I was deliberately keeping a distance from him, Da Xiong laughed and sat down beside me, but kept a distance, the umbrella in his hands almost reached all the way to my side.