C68 (1/2)

At this moment, Tuo Zi seemed to be walking towards me, causing me to subconsciously take a few steps back.

But when I touched Lingling who was hugging me tightly, my own consciousness was already in a blurry state.

However, due to my subconscious reaction, I embraced Lingling even more tightly in my embrace.

Very quickly, I also realised that this Tuo Zi was not walking towards me.

Tuo Zi normally looked like an extremely honest person, and normally, he looked foolish and innocent. In the end, he died because of the New Village Head's tricks.

If the scene that appeared in my mind was really reconstructed.

This meant that the person seemed to be honest, but in reality, he wasn't honest at all.

Of course, there is another possibility, and that is that everything that appears in my mind is an illusion, an illusion forced into my mind by the Ghost Being.

After all, the Ghost Being did not seem to have any reason to do so.

Tuo Zi held a sharp knife in his hand, as if he was looking at a toy that he was tired of playing with.

At this moment, there was no longer any fear in that woman's eyes, nor any spirit.

He was filled with despair, turning into ashes. He did not even have the instinct to resist anymore.

This was true despair. A person's desire to survive was an instinct. There were very few people who would feel such despair when even their instincts had disappeared.

It had appeared, proving that this person's mental state was not normal.

This woman's child was definitely gone, and it was unknown what kind of devastation she had suffered from Tuo Zi's hands, to actually be able to cause her mind to reach such a level.

Tuo Zi smiled as he got closer, giving others the feeling that he was skilled in techniques, as though this was not the first time he was doing this.

The sharp knife in his hand stabbed into the woman's stomach time and time again. The woman's eyes slowly widened …

Then, the gray color of despair turns into the color of death. The woman's life has come to an end …

Blood flowed out, dyeing the ground red. The entire scene turned red.

When the image spun again, it was already at the top of the mountain, where we were now.

At this moment, I saw a few familiar figures digging holes on the ground with all their might.

Those are all villagers, there's the former village chief, Tuo Zi, and two of my village's dead masters!

These people talked and laughed as if they were doing a very ordinary thing. They kept digging and then threw the corpse into the hole!

As for the corpse in the pit, it was dressed like a paper man, with thick makeup of makeup, red cheeks and lipstick.

He was wearing colorful clothes and the wounds on his body could no longer be seen. Since he was burying the body, why did he need to dress it up?

Perhaps this village had some unknown rules?

At this moment, streams of black gas rose up, and the group of people had already buried the corpse in a straw mat.

Tuo Zi and the Village Chief looked a little younger than when they died. If this was really what happened back then, how long had it been?

Those bones are already like that. I don't even know how to appraise them. Even if I did, would these bones really be able to be speculated by common sense?

The Village Chief and the others left while chatting and laughing as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, not only can I see the scene on the ground, even the scene on the ground appears in my mind.

I saw the corpse rotting rapidly in the midst of the black gas.

One could even vaguely see a person rotting. First, it slowly swelled up, and then, his flesh and blood was truly corroded …

I saw that the soul that was filled with resentment seemed to be trapped in a cage. I wanted to rush out, but there was nothing I could do.

He could only howl and cry under the ground as the black aura around him grew stronger.

Slowly, blood flowed out of the spirit body and seeped into its body.

At this moment, the corpse had already turned into a pile of bones. The soul used bright red blood that seemed to never dry up, and crazily wrote and drew on the bones.

It let out waves of sinister howls, and waves of despairing sighs.