Author: Youdaoyan

Chen Xiaolin is a persistent woman who keeps her word. She visited Zheng Yu's hometown the day after investigating Zheng Yu's villa, with the purpose of looking for Zheng Yu's surviving daughter.

Faced with Chen Xiaolin's sudden visit, Zheng Yu's parents were a little surprised. Chen Xiaolin greeted the two elders very naturally and explained the purpose of her visit. Immediately, the two elders invited Chen Xiaolin into the home very gently.

Obviously, Zheng Yu's parents are familiar with Chen Xiaolin.

"Thank you for coming to see us, Xiaolin." The sadness on Zheng's mother's face could not be concealed.

"Damn that treacherous son..." Zheng's father said angrily, but he couldn't finish the sentence. He just glanced at Chen Xiaolin complicatedly.

Chen Xiaolin comforted the two elders: "Uncle and aunt, I believe Brother Yu is definitely not that kind of person. He must have encountered some problems to do those things."

"Things have already happened. No matter how it happened, there is nothing we can do to undo it." Zheng's father shook his head. Naturally, they also hope that Zheng Yu was wronged, but he is already dead and has done something unforgivable. What is the truth?

It doesn't make much sense anymore.

Chen Xiaolin did not answer. This was the opinion of the two elders, but it was not the case for her. At least she felt it was necessary to investigate clearly what happened to Zheng Yu during his lifetime.

"Is Xiaopeng here?" Chen Xiaolin asked.

Hearing this, Zheng's father and Zheng's mother looked at each other and sighed. Zheng's mother took Chen Xiaolin to a bedroom. She gently opened the door and saw a petite figure sitting in a dim room with closed curtains.

While painting, she only turned on a desk lamp that wasn't too bright. She was quiet, devoted, and didn't pay much attention to the people who walked into the room.

Zheng's mother whispered: "Ever since her father's accident, she has been silent. She traps herself in the room and draws every day, and she hardly reacts in any other way. No matter how her grandfather and I call her, if we grab her

If I don't use her brush and paper, she will freeze in place, as motionless as a sculpture. I think her father's incident must have hit her too hard."

"Can you let me try to chat with her? Alone." Chen Xiaolin asked.

Zheng's mother nodded, "It's okay. After her mother left, she said she most wanted you to be her mother. She likes you very much. I hope you can have a good talk with her, persuade her, or at least let her

Eat well."

Chen Xiaolin: "I will."

Zheng's mother then created a separate space for the two of them, and closed the door when she left the room.

Chen Xiaolin came to Zheng Xiaopeng, watched Zheng Xiaopeng painting, and said with a smile: "Xiaopeng, I am sister Xiaolin, what are you painting?"

"Sister Xiaolin? You are here to see me." Zheng Xiaopeng made a movement, but there was no obvious movement of his body. He just moved his eyes strangely, looked at the corner of his eyes, glanced at Chen Xiaolin, and then turned his eyes again.

He returned to the drawing paper and continued drawing as if nothing had happened, while replying, "I am drawing heaven now."

"Paradise?" Chen Xiaolin's smile froze. She lowered her head to look at the painting carefully and found that the other person was indeed painting her attic again. Moreover, the painter was a bit too advanced and powerful for a child of her age. Not only was the painting detailed, but it was also realistic.

, as if the other party had drawn all the scenes in his memory to scale.

However, Chen Xiaolin discovered that after Zheng Xiaopeng finished drawing the scene, he later began to add lines to draw people. A man and a woman appeared in the picture, who were her parents.

"Are you drawing a picture of mom and dad going to heaven together?" Chen Xiaolin took a deep breath and asked with her smile restored.

Zheng Xiaopeng replied: "I hope so, but..."

"But what?" Chen Xiaolin asked.

Zheng Xiaopeng: "My father told me the day before yesterday that I should not go home and live with my grandparents from now on."

"...Your father, the day before yesterday?" Chen Xiaolin couldn't believe that your father had been dead for several days.

Zheng Xiaopeng said truthfully: "He told me in his dream."

Hearing this, Chen Xiaolin breathed a sigh of relief, "So that's it. So what did you say to him?"

"Dad told me that he failed and told me never to go back to that home again. Even if I went back, I would never open the attic door."

"What happens if you open it?"

"Some scary things may be released when you open it." Zheng Xiaopeng said with some uncertainty, "Anyway, it's something that dad doesn't want Xiaopeng to get close to."

Chen Xiaolin's expression was stiff. If that were the case, the door would have been opened long ago. Those law enforcers and mysterious detectives who came to investigate the villa must have gone in. In other words, the terrible thing had already been exposed.

Released.

Chen Xiaolin wanted to know more about what happened to Zheng Yu during his lifetime: "Xiao Peng, when your father sent you to your grandparents, did he tell you why?"

"Although Dad told me that he wanted to work hard and didn't have so much time to take care of me, I actually know the real reason." Xiao Peng chuckled, "Dad, actually he wants to spend more time with Mom.

Well, after all, the attic of my house is heaven, and our home is so close to heaven. It is very easy for dad to see mom."

While painting, Xiao Peng recalled: "One night I suddenly needed to go to the toilet and found that the light in my father's study was not turned off. I could still faintly hear my father talking to someone, so I sneaked closer to the study to take a look, and then

I saw my father moving things into the attic, and he said that it was almost done, and that we would be able to meet again, and our family of three would be reunited..."

Listening to Xiao Peng's retelling, Chen Xiaolin opened her eyes wide in shock and said to herself: "What are you talking about, Zheng Yu, what on earth... do you want to do?"

"The ritual of resurrecting and summoning souls." Li Duojin looked at the results of his overnight translation with a solemn expression. He never expected that the incomplete ritual left by Zheng Yu in the attic would have such an effect.

The function of this ritual is to summon souls, summon the souls of the dead, and then let the souls of the dead enter the body prepared for the ceremony in advance, so that the soul of the dead can use the body to return to life.

The person who presides over this ritual needs to hunt continuously at a specific location. The killed souls will automatically be transferred to the operational energy of the ritual, helping the ritual maintain the energy supply. Until the ritual is successful, the souls will be gone.

Backdoor is reborn.

After further investigation by Li Duojin on this ceremony, it was discovered that this ceremony indeed came from overseas, but it was not in the New York area, but on the Winter Peninsula.

People in the Winter Peninsula also use the Kahn script, and they also hold such rituals.

As for the origin of designing this ritual, we should also mention a special abnormal organization called the Upside Down Sanctuary. It was the people in the Upside Down Sanctuary who created this unique ritual.

Happy New Year~~~
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