Deadly Twelve Days/C7 The elderly people who live next door
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C7 The elderly people who live next door

With my back to my father, I put him back on the slump, tidied up his hair, which was a little messy from the rain, and mourned in my heart. This series of events had shocked me, but at the same time, I didn't feel too much remorse, and as I wiped my father's face and body with a towel, I choked with tears, thinking that if I came back a few more times, if I called my father more, then perhaps my father wouldn't be in trouble.

However, it was all in vain now!

"Shadowgale [1], the Nether Wandering Soul."

"The fourth seal has arrived, Ren Er's Karma is dispelled."

A mournful voice came from outside the mourning hall, and my scalp felt like it was about to explode. Wasn't this the poem I heard before I came back?

I suddenly got up and rushed out of the mourning hall, but I didn't see a single person. My heart was filled with anger, but just as I was about to turn around and return, I suddenly heard a clanging sound coming from my side. I turned my head to see an old man leisurely walking over with a walking stick and a stiff face.

This old man had an old face with white hair and beard. His face was covered with dense wrinkles, and his eyes were sunken like two wormholes on a tree.

"Duo duo." The old man had somehow walked in front of me. It was as if he didn't see me as he walked towards me in a daze.

Instinctively, I moved two steps to the side. I saw him arched his back as he stood at the doorway, examining my father's portrait for a moment before quietly turning around.

However, when the old man walked past me, I looked down and sucked in a breath of cold air. Although the old man was standing by my side, there was nothing beside my figure.

This old man actually did not have a shadow!

I sucked in a breath of cold air and abruptly looked towards the old man. At the same time, the old man also turned his head to look at me. "It's your turn!"

Without waiting for me to ask, the old man walked straight out of the mourning hall. I glanced around and found that the old man was wearing a new pair of black and white cloth shoes. They were as clean as new.

At the same time, I suddenly remember that the few people who came to my father's mourning hall were the same as this old man. Furthermore, aren't their black robes exactly the same as my father's?

I couldn't hold it in any longer and fell to the ground. Those people were all wearing life clothes!

I'm not afraid, I'm very afraid!

All of this has far exceeded my knowledge. If the death of my mother and grandfather was a coincidence, then the death of my father could not be described as a coincidence!

At that moment, my phone rang. It was a phone.

I pulled out my cell phone and saw the word "Daddy" in front of me. It felt like a thousand kilograms of rock had struck me in the chest, crushing me to the point where I couldn't breathe.

Without saying anything further, I ran upstairs. I clearly remembered where my father's phone was!

There were no lights on in the room. It was very dark. The phone beside his father's bed lit up. It wasn't locked!

I sucked in a breath of cold air and suppressed the shock in my heart. I grabbed my father's cell phone and looked at it. I was so shocked that I almost dropped it.

Father's phone really pulled out my number!

For a moment, I panicked. In the end, I hesitantly picked up the phone, trembling as I listened. At the same time, this voice came from my father's phone.

I sat there, hoping it was just someone's boring prank, or I wouldn't have been able to figure out how my father's cell phone could still reach me at this time.

I took a few deep breaths and kept comforting myself that this was just a coincidence. Maybe my father's phone had broken down, or a certain mouse had accidentally stepped on it.

I put my father's cell phone in my pocket and shakily went downstairs.

Another "ding" was heard. It was a text message.

"Son, I'm fine, don't worry." A line of shocked words entered my eyes, and the sender turned out to be "Father."

"Dad," I couldn't hold it in any longer. Endless regret, fear, and helplessness turned into tears. I lay down beside my father's body and cried silently.

After an unknown period of time, my consciousness gradually faded and I fell into a deep sleep.

"Crash!" An explosion suddenly woke me up. I narrowed my eyes and found myself lying down, with my father's body beside me.

I was immediately shocked. Since when did I lie on top of my father's spiritual collapse?

The Daoist priest in charge of mourning looked at me, who was leisurely standing up from the spirit collapse. The bell in his hand spun a few times before finally stopping by the side of the spirit collapse. From the looks of it, he was stunned by the scene of me lying beside my father.

Although I didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this, this action might have seemed too astounding to the onlookers. Thus, I stood up awkwardly, tidied up my clothes without saying a word, and once again kneeled beside the brazier.

"There's no need for you here, you can leave." A faint voice came from outside the door. I was startled when I heard it and quickly raised my head to look. A man in a sportswear with a sunlit and gentle complexion appeared in my eyes.

"This …" The Daoist Priest didn't know who this person was and looked towards me with a stiff expression.

I didn't say anything, thinking, this person is really strange, why does he care about my family matters?

This person came into the mourning hall and looked around. Finally, he smiled at me and said, "Listen to me. There is no need to do what you have revealed to me. It is useless even if you do it."

"Who are you?" At this moment, I was already on alert, feeling that this person was weird.

"You are a 4th Seal Great Master. The more you do, the more mistakes you make. Your father died because of you, so these legal acts will not help him at all." This person held onto my shoulder and pulled me to the side as he whispered to me.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked him again. Although I didn't really believe him, but I couldn't possibly stop my father's loss just because of his words.

Seeing me ask again, the man looked anxious, "I'll make a bet with you. Every day you do a funeral, a person will die in this village. Do you believe me?"

"Fourth Seal, Grand Elder, if I'm not mistaken, since your birth until now, there have been three relatives who have died because of you." This person had a faint smile on his face, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

After hearing what I said, I immediately grabbed onto his clothes like a furious ape. I angrily shouted, "Who the hell are you?"

Honestly speaking, his words directly hit my weak spot and is a permanent pain in my heart. Regardless of whether or not grandfather and parents were killed by me, dying because of me is an indisputable fact.

Moreover, what he said was something that almost the entire village knew, and it seemed to me that what he said at the moment was undoubtedly provocation and mockery to me.

The man stopped talking and revealed a helpless smile. He shook his head and said, "I can't tell you my identity for now. You only know that I'm here to help you."

After saying that, he lightly pulled me out from his robes and turned to leave.

When I returned to the mourning hall, I saw that the Taoist was looking at my father's corpse in terror. I followed his gaze and shockingly discovered that my father had raised his right hand at some point and pointed in a direction with his index finger.

"What's going on?" My heart thumped as I asked the Taoist in a low voice.

"I can't take this job, I'm leaving first." With a clang, the Daoist Priest threw down the bell in his hand, turned around and ran.

At this moment, the sound of sobbing could be heard coming from the neighboring neighbors.

I frowned as I walked out the door. In an instant, my neighbor's courtyard was surrounded by people.

"Do you believe that every time you do a funeral, a person will die in this village?" The middle-aged man's words still echoed in my ears. I immediately thought back to the mysterious old man who walked out from the room next door. My heart immediately jolted and I couldn't help but look in that direction.

At this moment, the sound of firecrackers rang out from next door. Hearing the sound of firecrackers, I staggered and nearly fell down.

In our Nanling Village, there are only two situations where we set off firecrackers for no reason. One is the addition of a new heir, and the other is the death of someone from the family!

From the current situation, it was clear that it was the latter!

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