Let’s leave this aside for now.

February 12.

In the middle of spring, all living things begin to awaken from their hibernation.

The dark night gradually fell...

The north wind is howling, ice and snow are flying, and the town here is a world covered in silver.

Today was still a full moon night. A silver full moon hung high in the night sky, looking particularly cold and clear.

In a remote part of the town, there is a deserted temple that looks like a dead tomb, with holes all around. The design of the temple is very strange, low in the middle and high at both ends.

The cold wind was as sharp as a knife, constantly piercing into the cracks of the ruined temple.

Inside the dilapidated temple was a clay statue of a woman, covered in dust and cobwebs, but its head was missing.

In the middle of the temple stood a half-white, half-black coffin.

This black and white coffin is extremely special.

Because the coffin board also has strict requirements. According to local customs, the colors of the coffin are divided into five types: red, white, black and gold. This is different from the color of the person's luck.

For example, when an old person dies of old age, it is a happy funeral, so a red coffin is used.

Black coffins are used for people who die suddenly or on the battlefield, because black represents mysterious water and can suppress evil.

Poor families could not afford coffins. Most of them used straw mats to wrap the body or a few wooden boards as a simple coffin. And these happened to be yellow. So poor families used yellow coffins.

Gold is naturally a color that only nobles and kings can wear.

As for the last type of white coffin, it has its own special features and is only used by unmarried women and unmarried men.

This kind of coffin with mixed black and white colors is extremely rare.

Wow, a black and white combination? At that time, there was a kind of food called black and white combination.

I don’t know who is in this coffin?

Not far from the black and white coffin, there was a slovenly, dishevelled, shifty-looking old man. He and two children huddled together around a dying charcoal fire to keep warm, still shivering like a few cuckoo birds.

There were only two pieces of charcoal left in the charcoal basin that were still burning red, but perhaps they were the last. Occasionally, a piece of charcoal would suddenly break, making a crisp crackling sound.

“Meow meow…”

A wild cat with black hair and green eyes caused by hunger jumped in from somewhere through the open door of the dilapidated temple.

The green light flashing in the wild cat's eyes swept across everything in the ruined temple. Suddenly, it jumped onto the coffin lid and slapped it with a few claws. The lid actually had tiny cracks on it.

The cat's claws are so strong! How come they are as strong as a big cat? The wild cat stared at the people warming themselves by the fire without moving. Its green eyes were cold and numb, as if without any emotion.

Oh no, could it be that the wild cat smelled the smell of the rotting corpse and came here?

It doesn't dare to mess with living people, but it actually wants to mess with corpses? We must not let this night cat jump into the coffin and touch the corpse!

The old man remembered something.

According to folklore, there are big taboos about corpses. First, the yang energy of a living person must not be lent to a dead person. Second, wild cats, raccoons, weasels and the like must not touch a dead person, especially one who died suddenly.

People who died suddenly have a lot of resentment, and cats are yin. If the two collide, it is 100% certain that the dead will come back to life.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

The dead cat was still patting the coffin. As it patted the coffin, it stared at the three people warming themselves by the fire, as if it was afraid that they would make any unusual movements.

The cracks on the coffin lid are gradually increasing...

This dead cat! It seems that I have to take action. The corpse evil has arisen, and the people inside are probably doomed.

The little old man stood up and kept coughing. There were some dull white spots on his face and his eyes looked a little dim.

He casually picked up a shovel with embroidery marks on it and slowly walked towards the coffin, gradually approaching it...

The cat's green eyes, flashing with a cold light, rolled around as it stared at the old man and stopped banging on the coffin lid.

The man and the cat were facing each other, and neither of them moved first, as if they were frozen.

A strange and chilly wind blew into the temple, howling continuously.

Suddenly, the sound of a woman crying came from somewhere. The sound was very shrill and creepy.

Is there a ghost?

The fire in the firewood pile was already very weak, flickering, and then suddenly became extremely bright, illuminating the two rosy little faces, as if it was the last blush.

Two children, a boy and a girl, were sitting by the fire, trembling with fear.

The temple was getting darker and darker. The wild cat's body was gradually submerged in the darkness, and only two green ghost-like lights were left on the top of the coffin, flickering in the darkness.

All I heard was a "click", followed by a "meow", and then a scream.

There was another cat's meow, but this time it sounded very shrill.

The two green ghost lights suddenly went out.

Those two green ghost lights were undoubtedly the eyes of the wild cat.

Where's the dead cat?

At this moment, there was a loud thunder in the sky and a bolt of lightning struck the ruined temple.

With the help of lightning, the old man discovered a big hole in the coffin lid.

He glanced again and suddenly found that the hole in the middle of the headless female clay statue was flickering, and a bloody cat tail fell out and just hung there, looking a little scary.

Once again, flashes of lightning streaked across the sky, and the light leaked into the dilapidated temple, instantly making the room much brighter.

The old man bravely walked towards the clay statue of the woman, and suddenly he had a bad feeling in his heart.

He approached the clay statue and discovered an extremely horrifying scene. In the hole of the clay statue was actually his sister. It was her lonely head with disheveled hair, and two lines of blood were flowing from her eyes and down her cheeks.

Her pupils were dilated to the extreme, obviously due to extreme fright.

She had a bloody cat's tail tightly clenched in her mouth, sticking out of the hole.

Oh my God, what on earth happened? The old man gently stroked his sister's hair with trembling hands, and felt a trace of heat. He felt dizzy, heartbroken, and tears rolled down his face.

The flesh and blood relatives who depended on each other for survival actually ended up in such a miserable way.

He gently closed his sister's eyes, whose pupils were horribly dilated, and his fingers were stained with bright red blood...

How could he not be heartbroken when he had to send off his younger sister? If possible, he would rather exchange his own life for his sister's.

He hurried to look at his brother again and found that he was still squatting beside the brazier with only a few sparks, with his back to him, motionless.

"Brother...brother,"

He was afraid that something might happen to his brother again, so he rushed to his brother's side.

A huge blood-red eye suddenly appeared on the back of my brother's neck. The eyeball was covered with bloodshot veins flashing with strange arcs. The eyeball suddenly sank and turned into a deep black hole...

The black hole continuously spewed out clouds of hot miasma as thick ink...

The black miasma slowly and silently moved towards the old man.

What ordinary people cannot detect is that this is an old man with strong fluctuations of the Supreme Law emanating from his head.