C25 (1/2)

At this moment, the heads of the two paper men stare fixedly at me. Hualala sounds come from the outside …

At this moment, my heart is in my throat again. What is it?

As for Lingling, she tightly grabbed onto my arm by my side, and I slowly pushed open the door.

”Creak!”

The door of the dilapidated room creaked, and I felt a chill run through my body.

This wasn't an illusion, but because a gust of wind suddenly blew in. And following this gust of wind … It was actually a round square hole of money.

How could this be …

It had to be known that the door was closed, and there was nothing like paper money inside the house just now.

Then... Why did this happen?

Where did the paper money and the heads of the two paper men come from? Why did he appear so suddenly?

Thinking about what happened during the day, could it be that the ghost of the foster father still remained in the room?

Thinking about what had happened during the day, could it be that these people had alarmed the deceased foster father when they smashed the house?

And would it be a shock to break into my foster father's room now?

After a gust of wind, the surroundings calmed down.

Even though I was also drenched in cold sweat, I quickly calmed myself down with Lingling around.

”Lingling, where do you want to sleep?”

There was something odd about both of these rooms. Even if he slept in the foster father's room, there was a high chance that the night would not be peaceful.

Lingling's hand gently pointed at the kang in front of him. Her meaning was naturally to sleep in her foster father's room.

Since things had already come to this point, he could only stay in his foster father's room for the night to see what the situation was.

If it really didn't work, then he could only think of a new place to settle down.

The paper money was cleared out by me, but the two paper heads … I didn't move rashly, so I could only leave it here for now.

After all, if something that had been thrown away suddenly came back, then there could only be one possibility …

The dead don't want this thing abandoned...

Such things had happened in the stories often told by the elders, such as the sudden return of something that had been thrown away for the use of the dead.

Some people even saw the dead person with their own eyes and warned themselves that they couldn't throw it out.

In such a remote village, all sorts of weird talk and nonsense were produced. Furthermore, these lies were not without basis, and were basically all well-founded or seen by people with their own eyes.

What happened during the day, did my foster father's soul want to protect me?

I don't know, but at the moment, I feel hollow and helpless inside.

After comforting Lingling and letting her walk out from her fear, the two of us went to sleep.

Lingling is really a strange child. Although she's cute, I have a feeling that she has a scheming mind that children of this age shouldn't have.

Regardless of how excited they were, or how scared they were, or how happy they were, or how sad they were, all of these emotions could be calmed down in an instant as if it had never happened before.

Although children at this age should have been heartless to begin with, to be able to do it to such a degree … How rare …

The entire night passed peacefully. Nothing strange happened, nor did he hear any strange noises.

Maybe it's because we were both too tired, so we relaxed and slept a little too deeply. But it's a good thing that nothing happened.