cloudy day

Chapter 21 Relics
In just the blink of an eye, the adoptive father's body turned into blood, leaving only the white bones lying slumped on the bed...

"Father..." I said foolishly, and slapped myself hard on the face, I wondered if I was dreaming at this moment.

My face is burning and hurting. This is not a dream, or it should be said that this is a dream. From the moment I was born, I have never woken up from this nightmare.

Originally, I hadn't come out of the grief of Mr. Jiang's death, but now my adoptive father passed away in such a miserable way, and no one could accept it.

My heart had already collapsed, my eyes gradually became dizzy, and I finally passed out.

When I woke up, the night had turned into day, my adoptive father's blood had dried up, and I couldn't help crying again.

When I saw the wooden box in front of me, I gradually calmed down. The time left for me by God is running out. Whether it is my own destiny or my adoptive father's last request, I must complete it while I am alive!
I took a deep breath, stood up from the ground, and walked towards my adoptive father tremblingly, carefully holding back the bones.

I plan to bury the bones in the yard first, then find my adoptive father’s younger brother Zhao Guizhen, and then hand over the bones to him, so that my adoptive father can return to his roots after his death and be buried in the place where he was born.

My tears fell on the bones, but at this moment I accidentally discovered something strange, the leg bones of my adoptive father were not broken...

I clearly remember that when my adoptive father was dying, his legs became disabled again?

However, this suspicious point is nothing strange compared to what he saw and experienced just now.

but……

I always feel that this bone is a bit inconsistent, and it doesn't make me feel like my father's bones. My adoptive father's palm is thick and powerful, but the hand bone doesn't look as big as my palm.

There is also something wrong with the bones of the feet and even the skull.

In the end, I put my adoptive father's bones back together, and it turned out, as I expected, that it was definitely not my adoptive father's bones.

The adoptive father is thin and tall, about 1.8 meters tall. Even if he ages rapidly before his death, it is impossible for him to become the 1.6 meters tall in front of him.

What exactly is going on?

I glanced at the wooden box next to me, maybe I'll find some clues in it.

This wooden box looks old, and it is very delicate, the wood feels very textured, and the carving technique is also very exquisite, like an antique.

But at the moment, I don't have the heart to study the wooden box, I'm more curious about what's inside.

When I opened the lid, there were three things in the wooden box. It was a scroll of paintings, a piece of blood jade with a strange shape, and a very unique writing brush...

And on top of these three things, there was a stacked note. I first opened the note on the ancient painting. The handwriting on this paper was written by my adoptive father.

My adoptive father wrote briefly on it, asking me to give this painting to Miss Luo Qiong in Yudong Miao Village.

Who is Miss Luo Qiong?

I opened the scroll curiously. It is an ink painting. In the painting is a girl wearing Miao silver ornaments and Miao clothes. The background is a lake and a cave.

I thought to myself that this girl should be Miss Luo Qiong, what is the relationship between her and her adoptive father?Could it be the lover of the adoptive father when he was young?
I rolled up the ink painting, and opened the note on that piece of jade, which also simply said: Give this piece of jade to Zhao Guizhen, who is in the Tongtian Palace on Tianyou Peak in Wuling Mountain.Remember, keep this piece of jade away, and don't let other people see it, otherwise it will lead to death.

After reading this sentence, I couldn't help but carefully observe the blood jade, and saw that this jade was crystal clear under the sun, and it was cold and cold in my hand, obviously it was a piece of high-quality jade.

But the most noticeable thing is that the shape of this piece of jade is actually the same as a human eyeball, like a bloody eye...

Next, I opened the last note. Unexpectedly, my adoptive father wrote all over the paper.And I just glanced at it briefly, and I couldn't help being shocked!
(End of this chapter)