C103 (2/2)

Now I have another worry. If my adoptive father was a fanatic in this book before he died.

If that was the case, it would be impossible for him to seal the book before he died. In that case, the wooden figure under the ground would most likely be a form of sacrifice.

Or something else that's good for the book.

I was guided by this book to dig up the book. However, this doesn't prove that the wood people under the ground are harmful to the book …

Walking to the place where I dug out the Evil Theurgy, my heart was tangled once again.

Should I bury it? Would burying the book make it stronger?

After hesitating for a long time, I finally took my hoe and cleared away the snow in the area.

Perhaps this action is because there is still a kind of trust in my heart for that man.

Foster father...

Although he brought me countless tragic memories, even after death, I was not at peace.

But... In my heart, however, there was always a sense of trust. I believed that he was a sufficiently strong person.

Actually, even after so many years, even though he treated me badly, I still treated him like a mountain.

Although a mountain was extremely steep and made people feel despair, it was still able to withstand the wind and frost.

He has been torturing me all these years, but he has also been protecting me, hasn't he …

Since he has always been protecting me, I am willing to believe him now.

He was willing to believe that his strength and the ability of his adoptive father would not be eroded by a single book!

At this time, I suddenly noticed that there were rows and rows of footprints in front of Aunt Zhang's door.

It wasn't at the entrance of the courtyard, but at the entrance of the house. Obviously, this person didn't pass through the courtyard, but directly entered the house.

Not only that, the footprints were deep and shallow, with only a tiny trace.

The deeper footprints should have been left recently, not more than two days ago. Otherwise, some of them would have been covered by snow.

This was one of the biggest advantages of a snowy day. Many things that one wanted to hide would be exposed before their eyes.

I directly walked to the entrance of the house and carefully examined the footprints. After looking at them for a long time, I was surprised to find that the lighter footprints should have been left there recently.

This was because the footprints were relatively clear and most importantly, there were no traces at all beneath the shallow footprints. They were completely flat and looked relatively small.

Since it was the closest footprint, it could only mean that the owner of the footprint … Not human.

It was impossible for a person's body to be light to this degree, and looking at the direction of this footprint, it seemed like something was walking outside.

Only the Ghost Being could leave such a light footprint, because the weight of the soul itself was very light.

In other words, it's very possible that it's either the Uncle Zhang or the Spirit of the Aunt Zhang that was wandering around outside the house. In other words, it's very likely that it's the Uncle Zhang or the Spirit of the Aunt Zhang that was lingering around the house.

Looking at the deep footprints, they were naturally human and the lines on them were very clear.

I looked at the wall and saw that there were footprints like that too. This person must have climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard.

The door was open, but he had to climb over the wall to get in. Looking at the size of the footprint, it should be a man.

Who could it be? Could it be Liu Qing?

No way... At this time, the entire village could not leave, and all the villagers wished that they could find Liu Qing and kill him.

It was inconceivable for Liu Qing to come to Aunt Zhang's house within the last two days.

This fellow shouldn't have such an evil nature, right? If he rashly entered the village, if he couldn't leave, he would undoubtedly die.

However, there were no movements from Liu Qing during the past two days either …

I frowned and was in the middle of my thoughts when I heard a long sigh coming from inside the house.