C32 (1/2)

Even if these people were some form of catalyst for the death of the Aunt Zhang, their adoptive father would not have done such a crazy slaughter.

However, this matter was not simple at all. I seemed to have sensed something, but it was extremely vague.

The trip up the mountain made the whole thing even more confusing and headache-inducing.

He didn't expect that after looking through the clues from before, he would still be able to find something.

It was just that although he had managed to vaguely grasp a clue, it had added a bit of mystery to everything.

There was nothing to be found on these photos, so I put them away again.

Looking at the time, it was almost daybreak. Lingling and I were also very tired, both of us were tired, we did not eat anything at night, and our bodies could not support it.

”Let's sleep a little longer. It's still early.”

I told Lingling, because I slept inside the coffin for half a night, my body is still emitting waves of coldness.

Exhaustion and a bone-piercing chill washed over my body at the same time. Even I could barely hold on, much less Lingling.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, I woke up in a daze. A scene appeared in my mind.

The scene of my foster father dying in Aunt Zhang's house, the entire process was like a movie, suddenly flashing through my mind.

I snapped open my eyes, sat up, and took a few deep breaths.

Even though it was just a memory of my foster father's grim death, my heart was still chilled.

Aunt Zhang...

Last night, I had been thinking about going to Aunt Zhang's house to take a look. After all, from the photos, I guessed that Aunt Zhang had a very deep connection with this matter.

The last time I was at Aunt Zhang's house, Liu Songxian and the rest were all there, and because I saw that weird figure, I was completely scared out of my wits.

Thus, he did not pay much attention to what was going on.

Now that he thought about it, the words that were written beside the Aunt Zhang's memorial tablet were still fresh in his mind.

As for the ghosts outside the house, they appeared countless times in my dreams.

Last night, it was really too late. I was worried that the Yin Qi would be heavier, so I didn't go because I might be able to see something strange.

Seeing that Lingling was still asleep, I decided to go over and take a look.

Just as I was about to get up, I suddenly felt a slight chill on my lower leg.

Cold and aching, I took a breath and looked at it.

It doesn't matter if I don't look. My heart trembles when I look at it.

This ice-cold pain came from a dark red spot on his leg …

On her relatively white and tender calves, a dark red mark that was similar to a clot had actually appeared. This scar was clearly the shape of a child's palm …

Seeing such a mark, I hastily stood up, looked at Lingling, and then ran outside.

Holding onto my pants leg, this dark red mark seemed exceptionally shocking. I bit my lips and gently rubbed against it.

He didn't feel anything when he placed his hand on it. This handprint didn't have any bulging sensation, so it shouldn't be a scar or anything like that.

It must have appeared last night, though I didn't notice it at the time.

Before I fell into the coffin, I could clearly feel a hand on my calf, and it was because of this that I fell.

Other than the slight pain and the coldness, it did not hurt much.

The most important thing is that I don't know what this is, and I don't know how to get rid of it.

It might even be blood clots, which would disappear in two days.

Thinking about it, my heart calmed down a little. There were more important things to do, so I took a deep breath and walked towards the Aunt Zhang's house.

Right now, the door to Aunt Zhang's house was closed. Although foster father would often come over to clean it up, nobody had lived here for many years. The door still gave off an ancient feeling, as if it would fall down at any moment.

He gently pushed open the door and heard an ancient creaking sound.

I looked inside the gate and saw that the grass in the yard has grown a little. It has been a few days since my adoptive father died and there was originally some grass in the yard.

As he walked into the house, the air was filled with a humid smell. There were clear traces of blood on the ground, all of it from his foster father's blood.