C37 (2/2)

The bright red characters seemed to drip with blood, flowing out in a frenzy. Before long, the entire tombstone had been dyed red.

It was as if I could see a pair of pale hands stretching out from the grave, grabbing at it blankly.

The mournful cries seemed to have come from deep within the grave, as if the person inside the grave was still alive.

I stared at the grave with my eyes wide open. It was as if I had been pinned down by something. I didn't even have the intention of closing my eyes.

He looked at the scene in front of him with a dazed expression on his face.

Blood was spreading all over the tombstone and flowing along the ground. It extended to my front and even dyed my knees red.

Streams of black paper and dust flew chaotically in the sky as if they were being pulled by someone. Then, they flew off into the distance …

Suddenly, it was as though someone poured a bucket of cold water over my head. My heart shuddered and my mind cleared up in an instant.

The scene that had just appeared in front of him had now completely disappeared.

The tombstone and grave had returned to normal, and for a split-second, I felt as if I had fallen into a momentary hallucination.

The gusts of wind were real, however, and were still circling around me.

The flame in front of me has already disappeared. It should be because everything was blown away by that gust of wind. It's just that I was temporarily trapped in a hallucination and didn't see it.

At this moment, I was still maintaining my protective posture for Lingling, while Lingling was also not moving at all in my arms.

Could it be that I'm too tired, causing this hallucination?

That shouldn't be … There must be something wrong with what I saw. Maybe the ghost aura around me is too strong, and it's affecting my brain.

According to what many gentlemen said, ghosts could emit a strange magnetic field, and this magnetic field sometimes made people hallucinate.

Ghosts originated from the heart, so these words were not baseless. The more you were afraid of ghosts, the more likely it was that you would see ghosts …

It was as if the Ghost Being could sense the fear of humans …

I took a few deep breaths. In that instant, my forehead was covered in sweat.

Looking back, there were waves of lingering fear. This hallucination definitely did not appear out of nowhere. It might have been a warning …

Even if it was just an illusion, I still wondered why so many hands had stuck out from the tomb of my foster father.

It was as if hundreds of ghosts had gathered within. Could it be that there was something more to this grave?

But now that I have settled the matter of burning the paper, I let out a long sigh and was about to pull Lingling along to stand up.

Suddenly, I saw something black float over. I looked carefully and saw that the black paper ashes that had been blown away by the wind were actually pulled back by a gust of wind that was like a small whirlpool.

The black paper ashes were blown to my front and after circling around me twice, they slowly fell to the ground.

Yes... Did you return the things you gave away?

I swallowed my saliva and carefully stared at the ashes on the floor. It was at this moment that I saw a corner of the pile of ashes that wasn't burning.

It turned into a bright red color, as if it had just been soaked in fresh blood!

I almost screamed out loud, and subconsciously took Lingling a few steps back, as if trying to distance myself from this paper money.

There were many oddities within this ashes. Now, it seemed, it was better not to approach them rashly.

Since the paper money had already been burned, even if the scene was like money being thrown back, there was nothing else he could do.

There were too many strange things. They could only search for the truth from another angle, and before they found out the truth, they would be dragged along by the nose.

He turned around and left, but he did not go down the mountain in a hurry. Instead, he brought Lingling up the mountain. This graveyard gave me a strange feeling.

Logically speaking, that shouldn't be the case. I've already taken a good look at the Feng Shui of the tomb. It's a nailed situation in the middle of a wave, so how could it change in such a short amount of time?

But when I brought Lingling up to a higher place, when I looked down, I was so cold sweat was flowing down my back …

”This... Who did this... ”How could this be …”

I murmured.