C5

How could Eldest Uncle allow me to resist, so he roughly put the birthday suit on me.

After a while, Madam Liu arrived with two paper men in her hands.

After a few words from Liu, she handed the paper man to my grandmother, saying that she must put the paper man on my bed tonight.

Then, she walked in front of me and pulled out a few strands of my hair, ignoring my cries. She even gave me a weird smile before leaving.

Later on, during the conversation between uncle and grandmother, I found out that Madam Liu was going to the grave of the Ran family. She said that the birthday suit could suppress my yang aura, that the paper man had written the words' my birth date 'on his back, and that with the hair she had just had, it should be possible …

They spoke so mysteriously that I did not understand them, and I was not allowed to ask any more questions.

At about ten o'clock in the evening Eldest Uncle took me into the main room and put me in the big rice bowl, still buried in it, with only my mouth, eyes, and nose outside.

Eldest Uncle urged me to stay in the rice bowl tonight. No matter what happens outside, no matter what happens, do not make a sound, and do not come out!

I felt sick all over, but I gave a firm grunt of assent.

Eldest Uncle nodded and didn't say anything else. He picked up the lid of the tank and covered me with it.

Although I was completely buried in the rice, my mouth and nose were still there, so I could breathe freely.

After Big Uncle and the rest left, the room became very dark. It was still very quiet, and I could even hear a needle drop from the floor.

As time passed, I didn't know how long I stayed in there. The rice was very cold, and my hands and feet were numb.

But at this moment, the temperature in the living room suddenly dropped, and even the rice in the rice jar became a lot colder.

I shivered and curled up slightly. Through the gap between the lid and the cylinder, I saw that there was an extra person in the room.

The room was dark, and I couldn't see the man's features. I could only make out a general outline. From the shape of his body, I discovered that he was very similar to the dead nobleman.

I knew that my son had been hacked to death, so I was very scared. I curled up in the rice jar and didn't move an inch as I stared at his back.

He looked around the room and murmured, "How come he is a dead man?" That shouldn't be the case, is there a mistake here? "

While I was speaking, Prince Ping walked towards me with quick steps.

My heart hung in my throat, and I firmly remembered my uncle's warning before he left, "Don't make a sound!"

Soon enough, he arrived in front of the rice jar and lifted its lid.

For a moment, I was completely breathless.

Her gaze swept across the interior of the vat. It was pitch black. It was unknown if she saw me. Then, she extended her pale hand towards the rice vat.

My forehead was drenched in cold sweat. If it wasn't for my uncle's reminder, I would have shouted out loud.

However, when his son's hand touched the white rice, he screamed miserably as if he was burned.

I didn't know what had happened, but I saw that the few grains of white rice he had touched had all turned black.

It was only then that I understood why Eldest Uncle wanted me to stay in the rice bowl because he knew that white rice could restrain evil spirits. Thinking of this, my tensed heart relaxed a little.

As long as I stayed in the rice and didn't say anything, he wouldn't notice me.

He rubbed his fingers. This time, he learnt his lesson and didn't carelessly extend his hand inside. Instead, he just stood in front of the rice jar and didn't move, as if he was thinking about something.

He didn't move, and of course I didn't dare.

After a long moment, I watched his figure shift and thought he was going to leave, but then he leaned over and slowly put his head into the rice bowl.

I saw Pingzi's face grow larger and clearer before my eyes, and an unprecedented feeling of fear swept through me.

His face, mangled and mangled, with a clear crack in his skull, had been sewn with needle and thread from the back of his head to the bridge of his nose like a black centipede.

I had been scared to death, but now that I saw it again, I gave an instinctive "Ah!" and shrank back into the pile of rice.

But the rice jar was only this big, how could it hide from the noble son's eyes? With a wave of his hand, he pulled me out of the rice jar without any fear of burns.

This sudden turn of events really scared me silly, I trembled all over, the upper and lower teeth of the fight.