C91 (1/2)

How exactly did Uncle Zhang die back then?

This is the first time I have considered this question. After all, I have never doubted the death of a Uncle Zhang before.

But now that I think about it, the villagers had so many secrets on them that I had to wonder about it.

Furthermore, at that time when he was raising a ghost, he didn't only raise the soul of the Aunt Zhang, he also had the soul of the Uncle Zhang.

Aunt Zhang was an unfaithful woman, and according to the rules, she did not have the qualifications to enter the Zhang Family's grave.

However, at that time, the adoptive father also managed to win him over and buried him in the graveyard.

After that, a lot of graves in the village were dug up, and the corpses of Aunt Zhang and Uncle Zhang were lost.

It was very possible that he was among the group of scarecrows at the Stone Head Mountain. If that was the case, since there were so many strange things about Aunt Zhang, would he be like this as well?

I seem to remember that the Uncle Zhang died of illness at that time, at least according to what the people in the village said.

But I still vaguely remember that the day before Uncle Zhang died, I seemed to have seen him before.

After so many years, my memory has already become rather blurry. I can only vaguely remember it.

Even the appearance of the Uncle Zhang was blurred in my mind. Even though he was the first corpse I had ever seen, I didn't have the time to carefully examine his corpse at that time.

It is far from the deep impression that Aunt Zhang had in my mind.

Thinking to this point, I could only sigh lightly. Perhaps the death of Uncle Zhang was really strange, and was also a great injustice.

But it's been too long, and I can't find out.

He could only take his time and wait to see if he could find any clues regarding Uncle Zhang's death.

He should not give up on any clues easily. Even if he had no other choice, it should be deeply engraved in his mind.

He might be able to find out sometime.

The truth of a major event would need to be slowly deduced by combining the various minor events one by one. When these clues were all linked together, they would naturally be able to deduce the origin of the event.

After putting away the few photos, I lay on the brick bed. It was already 4 in the morning, and it was already so late …

Perhaps the impact of what happened tonight was too great, I didn't feel the slightest bit sleepy. The moment I closed my eyes, the only thing that appeared in my mind was those miserable screams.

The pain of being burned by the flames, just thinking about it, made me shudder.

Taking a few deep breaths, he calmed his agitated heart.

Back then, if the adoptive father and Aunt Zhang weren't doing something naughty, what were they doing?

If one were to say that everything that had happened in the entire village had originated from some sort of plan, then this plan had begun from that time onwards.

Was everything that her foster father did after that all for revenge?

Was he trying to kill all the sinners in the village as a person who knew everything?

This idea... I can only guess now, I can't be sure, that my adoptive father was standing by the side of those who died tragically in the past.

But one thing was certain, the adoptive father hated those who had karma with the Aunt Zhang.

Therefore, every one of them was already dead.

Then, after the people who had karma with the Aunt Zhang died, their foster father would also be dead.

Was the death that followed really related to him?

Was the death that followed caused by the previous series of events?

The more I thought about it, the more confused I felt. It seemed that the clues I had weren't strong enough to penetrate this deep problem.

As I thought about it, I finally fell asleep in a daze, and Lingling had long since fallen asleep by my side.

Tonight's celebration had long since disappeared from the village. The flame that was originally meant to be a joyous occasion had now become a lethal weapon.

Time passed by very quickly. It seemed that after every death, there would always be a period of silence.

Then new events will continue to happen.

I still read the contents of the Evil Theurgy Encyclopedia every day, and every day, I would diligently ponder over it.

He was even more diligent than before, because I felt that I might be able to find even more truths within this book.

When there were no clues to look up, he had to concentrate on the contents of the book.

So I started to try harder to absorb the knowledge in this book, but gradually I found that the deeper this book went, the colder it made me feel.

This definitely wasn't a psychological effect. It was because my own aura seemed to be changing. The yin energy in my body seemed to be becoming denser bit by bit.

The yin aura on the woman's body was very dense, but she was still alive, so she definitely had a strong yang aura around her.