C57 (1/2)

He had already read half of the book, and its contents were becoming clearer and clearer.

When I saw the middle part of the book, I found that part of the paper had been pasted.

In fact, not only the middle, including the early stages, there are also many pages pasted traces.

It was just that I didn't think it was such a surprise that the book was broken and stuck.

But as the number of pages increased, my mind grew more and more doubtful.

And this includes the page where I used Yin Qi to enter the Nether Realm.

These pages gave me the feeling that someone had just ripped them off, as if they were trying to hide a secret.

But later on, it was stuck on again.

Looking at the marks left by the pasting of the pages, they should have been the original pages, and could not have been replaced by something else.

But to tear down and stick to it, or the original page, or the original order, why do such superfluous things?

This is one of the things I can't figure out. Since I can't figure it out, I can only look down.

When my adoptive father died, I discovered many strange places, and based on this book, most of those strange places are ways to breed resentment or raise ghosts.

Although these methods were sinister and insidious, according to the book, they had a miraculous effect. With so many insidious methods combined together, would there be some sort of mutation?

If all this was done by the foster father himself, then why did he let himself die so miserably?

Why should I let myself die with no peace?

I really don't understand this.

After the village chief died, the scenery turned into a funeral. People would often talk about him, saying that they would never forget the contributions he had made to the village.

But... No one had called the police. Although it was a small mountain village, the villagers were not stupid enough to not know about the existence of such a thing as law.

The villagers had even went to find Liu Qing at's house in droves, but of course, they had all returned empty-handed.

But he would rather look for it himself than seek help from the police...

This was somewhat unjustifiable. Perhaps there was some kind of secret within it …

In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve. All the families were celebrating, and there was a custom of guarding the new year. At midnight, the sound of firecrackers could be heard incessantly.

Although the village was not small, with the flame of firecrackers from every household, the entire village became bustling with noise and excitement.

However, just as the sounds of firecrackers were about to erupt, I suddenly felt a strange aura. I felt that there seemed to be a wave of crying sounds mixed within the sounds of firecrackers.

And I feel that the sound of the firecrackers isn't just reverberating in the village. It seems to also come faintly from the mountains.

I hastily opened the door and walked out. I discovered that at this moment, there were actually specks of fire rising from Aunt Zhang's house, as though they were celebrating.

Suddenly, through the fire, I seemed to see a touch of bright red.

My mind was in a trance when I suddenly felt a stream of firecrackers flash with white light and it stung my eyes.

I subconsciously screamed and closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I found that the entire village had turned dark red.

It was as if I had some kind of eye disease, and everything I looked at now had a dark red tinge to it.

That dark red color was the color of dried blood. Perhaps it was because he had seen too many of them. Naturally, he felt that there was an aura of death within that color …

How could this be?

However, this situation only lasted for a split-second. Before I could even think about it, it had already disappeared before my eyes …

It seemed like it was just an illusion. However, no matter how illusory it was, the scene that I saw a moment ago caused my originally cheerful mood to immediately turn colder …

It was only a weird scene for a split-second, but it caused my heart to feel waves of panic.

However, at this time, everything had disappeared. It was just like fireworks in the sky, only fleeting for an instant.

Seeing Lingling having such a fun time, I didn't say anything.

It actually snowed on the night of New Year's Eve, this was something that hadn't happened in the past few years. Looking at the dark red color, I could vaguely feel that the new year might not be too peaceful.

Nothing had happened, and I did loosen up a little.

But just because I'm relaxed doesn't mean that I'm not worried, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to read the Evil Theurgy Encyclopedia while holding it in my arms everyday.

The temporary peace did not mean that nothing would happen …

After such a long time, the bruises on my legs still hadn't disappeared.

I didn't pay much attention to it, as I still couldn't figure out what it was.

Logically speaking, when Ghost Being caught onto someone's body, they would indeed sometimes leave behind many black marks.

These marks were formed by the condensation of Yin Qi. Some of the more violent traces could also be interpreted as sinister.

But the one on my leg shouldn't be, because either the Yin Poison will be automatically eliminated by the Yang Qi in my body, or it will develop in my body.