C102 (1/2)

All of a sudden, the sound of a few windows being knocked appeared, but it only lasted for a few seconds before it disappeared.

It's just that this short exchange of words caused Lingling and I to all stand up and become more vigilant.

Originally, I was already drenched in cold sweat from the situation that Lingling had described, but now, my hair was standing on end.

He stared at the window for a long time, but did not discover anything. Only then did he slowly sit down helplessly.

This room had been empty for such a long time, was it still so strange?

I frowned a little, but then I thought about it...

It was very possible that this was not the strangeness of the room …

Because when I was listening to Lingling, a thought suddenly appeared in my mind. Since this book is so strange, then I might as well destroy this book.

Just as this thought appeared in his mind, the sound of voices came from outside.

In my heart, I also thought that this was just a coincidence, but it was also a warning to me.

In reality, this was indeed the case. This book was truly too strange. It would be better to destroy it as early as possible to avoid all future worries.

At that time, when Lingling saw me writing it like a madman, she was truly helpless, and couldn't be called awake no matter how hard she tried.

Helpless, I could only take a bowl of cold water and pour it on my head.

I didn't dare to pour it too hard for fear it would irritate me.

There were also examples of people being stimulated by water and becoming crazy.

There were also such rumors in the village.

The moon is precisely because this water is not too strong, very gentle down, so I feel like it is raining.

And at that time, Lingling's crying also played a role. At that time, I already realised that I was in a dream.

Then, through the sounds and feelings of reality, he forcefully pulled me back from my dream and back to reality.

In fact, even if I were to wake up naturally, I would still wake up. But by that time, it was unknown how much of the contents of this book I had already read.

After Lingling finished speaking, my gaze couldn't shift away from the book. I stared at the book and thought, What should I do?

Should he destroy this book?

Destroying this book would be a once in a while, but...

This book had already been torn out one page at a time, yet it hadn't been burned down. Was there some secret behind it?

Was that a warning to me?

Could something like a ghost or a curse have been with me since the day I was reading?

If the book's paper was indeed torn off by the foster father, then why didn't the adoptive father burn it?

Unwilling to part with it? Don't dare to? Can't?

It shouldn't be that he was reluctant to part with it, but there was a high possibility of him being unwilling to part with the other two.

When I first found this book, it was buried in Aunt Zhang's house. Inside a box, it was surrounded by wooden people, as if they were setting up some kind of array.

Perhaps this was the only thing an adoptive father could do to the book before he died.

When I received this book, I felt that it was the body of my foster father that was guiding me, but now, when I think about it, was it my foster father, or was it the book itself?