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And if the adoptive father goes mad with alcohol all these years, it's all to cover up his seriousness.

In that case, the serious things that he had done must have been very extraordinary and worthy of him doing so.

In addition, how much perseverance and good acting skills did he have …

The more I thought about it, the colder I felt.

Over the years, without my knowledge, it seems like a lot of things have happened...

It might be some incredible thing, but I didn't realize it before …

I slowly approached the scarecrows. The time difference between these scarecrows should also be very large.

It was just that some of the scarecrows were clearly quite old, yet they seemed very old and undamaged.

One had to know that scarecrows would be blown away by the wind or disappear naturally after a long time.

However, on some scarecrows, even though they could clearly see their wounds, they were still able to stand upright.

When I was young, I heard the villagers say that the Grandma Daocao's body substitute for others was just like this. It was as if it carried a mysterious power, and it remained intact for many years.

This kind of thing was often treated as a talk by the villagers after their meals, mixed together with the theories of ghosts and gods.

It was precisely because of this theory of ghosts and gods that Grandma Daocao received so much respect.

In every village, there were one or two foggy legendary figures, usually associated with ghosts and gods.

In our village, there used to be two such people. One was our adoptive father, and the other was the Grandma Daocao.

The difference was that the former was a scolding while the latter was a good name.

Approaching the scarecrow, he could vaguely see some new scarecrows that hadn't been here for too long. There were also some red words written on them.

It should have been written with a large brush or brush. Upon closer inspection, it should be the names of some people.

But... I've never heard of any of these names. None of them seem to be from our village.

Looking carefully, it seemed that every scarecrow had a name on them, but some of them had completely disappeared because of the length of time they had been there.

Since it wasn't the name of a villager, then what did this name mean?

No one would be so bored as to give every scarecrow a name.

Then, he looked at the stone tablet. It was placed there as if it was specially placed for the straw people to see.

If I were to continue along this path, I would arrive at the other part of the mountain. Just like I said earlier, although the two parts of the mountain are connected, the road is very difficult and there is no way to cross it.

Some of the more dangerous terrain was basically like a cliff.

But looking at these scarecrows, their posture was as if the army was walking side by side.

Thinking of the two words on the stone tablet, the word 'soul luring', it seemed to indicate the meaning of guiding the soul, or the meaning of guiding the way.

Could it be that the direction that the scarecrow was facing right now was the path to the soul?

If you were to understand it literally, this should be what it meant.

Could the scarecrow in this forest have something to do with the scarecrow nailed to a tree in the birch forest? Could this' draw 'be the link between the two …?

I had an idea.

However … How could this be possible? The two places were too far apart, a bunch of scarecrows.

However, this thought was the only way he could understand it. For the time being, he could not deny it. After all, no matter how unreasonable something was, it might be reasonable.

Just as I was deep in my thoughts, a crashing sound suddenly came from the depths of these scarecrows …

It seemed like there was something moving among the scarecrows. At the same time, the sounds of nails scratching against rocks could be heard …

Could it be that among the scarecrows, there was something else …

I thought as I slowly walked towards the crowd of straw.

Walking into the crowd of straw people, I had a strange feeling that these scarecrows were all alive and staring at me …

I actually felt as though I had entered a crowd. Perhaps it was because I was too nervous, but I could hear the sound of breathing beside my ear …