C56 (2/2)

But most people don't want to leave, which makes sense, and everyone doesn't want to leave, which gives me an unusual feeling.

After all, some people's wives and children were already frightened to the point of crying in their rooms every night. Logically speaking, such a person should be considering leaving the village, but … Not really …

Time slowly passed, and these sounds continued until the end of July.

By the beginning of August, the weather had started to get cold, and those noises seemed to be influenced by the environment and disappeared all of a sudden.

Aunt Zhang who had been wandering outside her door all this while, as well as the sounds that came from his house, had all disappeared at this moment.

In fact, I often had strange dreams in addition to these oddities in July.

Sometimes I dreamt that countless pairs of eyes were staring at me, and sometimes I dreamt that I was looking at a divine being. In my dreams, I suddenly felt a sense of respect.

In any case, there were all sorts of strange dreams.

The Stone Mountain was too dangerous, and the graveyard wasn't peaceful either, so I never got close.

Liu Qing had never appeared, so we didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend.

I was grateful to him, but at the moment, everything depended on me. I couldn't rely too much on him.

In short, this July was a difficult one. I was worried every day that something would suddenly appear and cause a disaster.

After all, the voice and the shadow were circling the village every day. I wasn't the only one who could see and hear it, it was as if all of the dead people were lingering in the village and didn't want to leave.

But after the seventh month, everything calmed down, allowing me to feel slightly more at ease.

But from that point on, I also began to guess that everything in July was eerie, as if it were a warning or a declaration to the villagers.

The peace that followed was nothing more than the calm after the storm …

Just like this, several months passed by, and it was almost New Year.

These few months, I've been working at Old Bull Village for a few days, accompanying people who mourned and crying. Adding on the food in my own home, I could finally pass the new year in peace.

Even in this kind of mountain village, money was still essential. Even though one couldn't starve without money, one would still feel inferior no matter how one looked at it.

I can understand the importance of money, it doesn't matter if I don't have money, but I still have Lingling with me right now. I want to save up some money, and if possible in the future, I want to send Lingling to study for two days.

I used to learn calligraphy from my foster father, so it's okay to write it. Before the new year, I could write some couplets or something like that to sell in a distant market.

The winter here was pretty cold, around -20 degrees Celsius. He brought Lingling to walk on a mountain road far away to sell couplets.

This kind of suffering, I can still remember it, but then the pain, all for the sake of a better life.

I hope that Lingling and I can greet the sun tomorrow with a smile. Therefore, all the suffering we had at that time was worth it.

It has already been half a year since the consecutive deaths. Let alone the villagers, even I was starting to live in peace.

He couldn't always be on tenterhooks, or else he would age quickly.

When he should be happy, he should be happy, at least when he was with Lingling.

I will always have a cold face, and will make Lingling unhappy with me.

When it was the 28th of the Moon, Lingling and I rested. We didn't need to go out to sell our Spring Festival couplets as we bought things to use for the new year in the market.

Although I have been busy during this time, I have been researching the book on Evil Theurgy.

The more I studied it, the more absent-minded I felt. I didn't know why, but I felt a pair of eyes staring at me from behind.

Sometimes I even want to leave the book there and stop looking at it, or destroy it and stop thinking about it.

But every time I couldn't help myself, I was always trying to find the truth in this book.

In fact, I think about it years later. It's really weird, and there's something about this book that's been attracting me.

Let me read on. What did not destroy the book was not the so-called truth … Instead …

The weird power of the book itself...

With the further understanding of this book, I seem to come into contact with the symbols that I wrote out when I was facing the Aunt Zhang with Liu Qing that day.

Those symbols seemed to be something that allowed him to increase his ability to control yin and yang, but he would have to pay a corresponding price.

I was quite powerful at the time, and even if I had read half of this book now, I still wouldn't have been able to use it if I had been allowed to.

In other words, what Liu Qing said at the time was true, I must have paid a price of some sort in order to obtain such an effect.

However … What could it be? I slightly frowned. After so long, I didn't find anything amiss …