C103 (1/2)

The flame in my hand naturally fell to the ground as I panted heavily. In that instant, I even felt the fear of losing my life, as though there was some kind of power that wanted to take it away from me.

Sweat slowly flowed down my forehead. I could no longer hear Lingling's call by my ear …

After the green flames on the ground slowly extinguished, the pain started to disappear. Even though the pain didn't last for long, it was as though my heart had been touched. The pain made me feel suffocated.

I coughed a few times, then took a few deep breaths. Lingling said in front of me:

”Forget it elder sister, it seems like this book really can't be burned down. I'll just put it aside and let nature take its course …”

I frowned. Can I just put it aside? If I let nature take its course, this book will definitely take my life.

But the moment of pain was enough to make me afraid to keep trying. I stared at the booze soaked book on the floor, speechless.

Had the adoptive father planned to burn the book as well? But he also encountered such a situation.

It was because this book was already related to his life that his foster father tried to tear off some of the more sinister pages in the book.

However, for some reason, these pages were later reattached.

If the person who looks like the adoptive father really knows everything about the adoptive father, I would really like to ask him in front of everyone.

Thinking about my foster father, thinking about Er Nao. Thinking about how his foster father mistreated me and did some crazy things, my attitude suddenly changed.

At that time, everyone in the village thought that their adoptive father must have suffered some sort of mental shock and lost his mind.

Er Nao was also insane, it was just that the way they used to act was different. Then, between the two of them, could there be some sort of connection between their madness?

I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out...

Since this book was dug out by me, I might as well try to bury it again.

The wooden figures in the courtyard were still there. When I dug out this book, I had speculated that they were a kind of ritual.

Because there were some details that were done on the spot.

There was a lot of sawdust on the ground, and the material of the wood was quite special.

Now that he thought about it, this ceremony could be a sacrifice, or it could also be a suppression.

The main thing is that I don't know what degree of fanaticism I had for this book when my adoptive father died.

Based on what I've shown in this book, it's going to be addictive.

But slowly, after addiction, there would be a strong dependence, a strong belief in the book itself.

Faith, if it were to truly rise up, would definitely be a terrifying power. It was so frightening that people would feel like their lives were minuscule.

If tearing books was the work of the adoptive father, then it was very possible.

The adoptive father initially felt that this book was very strange, but after tearing the book apart, he felt a strong reliance on it and repaired it.

Of course, I don't know the specific situation, but it's impossible for a foster father to do these things in front of me, so I could only rely on my own imagination to slowly restore them.

The things that were restored were not necessarily real, and could only be used as a reference.

So far, I could only guess at that. I took a deep breath and carried the book back to my room.

Aunt Zhang's home was also very strange. If they went at night, something might happen, so it would be safer to go tomorrow.

There was nothing else that happened tonight either. Even Lingling and I were not able to sleep soundly under such circumstances.

I woke up early and waited for the sun to shine before I took the book and walked out.

Actually, it wasn't that he couldn't see ghosts in broad daylight, but the sunlight always gave people a sense of security, as if it carried with it a certain kind of power.

That light was enough to make a person's heart clear.

He walked into Aunt Zhang's house. It had been a long time since he had last been here, and the weather was cold now. There were no longer any weeds growing on the ground.

After all, if no one came here, the snow would naturally fall here.

Under such conditions, it would be difficult to dig up the ground, but even if he couldn't, he still had to. He had to try his best to bury this book and see if it would affect him.