C79 (1/2)

Thinking about what I saw in front of the pit, thinking about what happened last night, I really feel like I'm still in a dream.

A person who should have been dead suddenly appeared in front of me, pointing me to a very dangerous path.

Even though I knew a lot of things, it almost took my life.

And in front of the pit, the reappearance of death in my mind, the mother who almost killed me, the innocent spirits of the wrongdoers trapped in the graveyard.

I've been thinking, in this village, is there only this mother and child who are wronged?

Perhaps it could be combined with my own dream, and if it was so, as I guessed, there would be more innocent deaths than this.

However, why did these people come to such a desolate place? What made the villagers want to kill them?

If there were only one or two dead people, it would have been impossible for the entire village to be filled with people who knew about it. There might be even more people buried under the ground than I had expected.

Is it for money?

Just as he reached the door, he suddenly heard a sharp sound. And listening carefully, it turned out to be bursts of singing.

These waves of sounds were emitted by Er Nao. I was stunned for a moment before hurriedly rushing to Er Nao's house.

Right now, Er Nao is still alive, this is the thing that makes me most excited.

They started singing very early in the morning, and their moods weren't too bad, but …

I can vaguely feel that there's something wrong with Er Nao's voice …

It was so delicate that not even a woman could make such a sound.

Furthermore, I have never heard that Er Nao has a hobby of singing …

Now I can sing it, and I don't understand what it is.

But now, I don't care about what Er Nao is singing anymore. If Wang Er is dead, he might be next.

Especially since Er Nao knows these secrets which is the main reason why I'm here.

The moment I entered the room, I saw Er Nao's back figure and immediately opened my mouth:

”Big brother Er Nao, Wang Er is dead.”

”Oh?”

Er Nao, who was in front of me, suddenly spoke out a single word. It was at this moment that I noticed that Er Nao's clothes were strange.

Because he had something on his mind earlier, he was so concentrated on saying it out loud, he forgot to take a look at what kind of clothes Er Nao was wearing.

Accompanied by the sound of a joke, Er Nao slowly turned around. This turn of events gave me a fright.

”It would be great if someone as vile and vile as him, a person without the guts, were to die!”

He continued to speak in a playful tone, pinching his thumb and middle finger together as he spoke.

However, compared to his current disguise, his tone and actions seemed much more normal.

He was clearly a burly man, but at this moment, he was wearing a set of colorful clothes. His face was covered with a thick layer of makeup, lipstick, and blush.

It looked exactly the same as when my foster father died. I stared at Er Nao and subconsciously took two steps back.

A strong man in such clothes looked out of place.

Fortunately, Er Nao did not have any family members, and he did not have any wives or children.

Why was he dressed like this? Am I going to die too?

After all, Er Nao was a rough guy, the makeup on his face and clothes were very rough on many parts of his body, not meticulous at all.

However, just like that, it brought out a trace of strangeness.

I swallowed and asked:

”Brother Er Nao... Are you okay? ”

But Er Nao didn't answer me right now, he only picked up the broom on the ground and started to wave it, using his sharp voice to sing.

The sharp voice made me frown. I could feel the ear-piercing sensation.

Crazy? Was he really that crazy?

I frowned, feeling incredulous, unable to make heads or tails of it.

Why was this happening?

Lingling, who was behind me, also looked at Er Nao. It was probably because this little girl had never seen such a scene before, and he was stunned at that moment.

The broom in Er Nao's hand danced in the air, letting out a few whooshing sounds, with a lot of strength.

Lingling and I were afraid that we would be accidentally injured, so we kept on retreating.