"You're talking nonsense, yes, your mother was indeed not killed by a car, but I didn't kill her! Of course, she did die because of me." The nigger's eyes showed a look of grief.

"I was hunted by my enemies that day. I shouldn't have run to your mother's shop. Your mother, my dear sister, was stabbed by the enemy's heart with a sword in order to save me." The nigger became excited when he said this.

"Later, several of my uncle's friends arrived and drove away the enemy, but her mother had already swallowed her last breath. Uncle lied to you because of you because of you, because your mother died because of me."

The tears in Qingyi's eyes couldn't stop flowing down, and the black ghost's eyes also turned red.

"Qingyi, I believe uncle, uncle didn't kill your mother. Hurry up, give the antidote to uncle, uncle can't hold on."

"Uncle Nigami!" Qingyi raised her head and looked at him with tears in her eyes. She suddenly burst into laughter, "Uncle Nigami, you are a good acting skill!"

The black ghost's round face turned dark, "Qingyi, stop joking."

"Uncle Nigami, do you still remember this thing?"

Qingyi suddenly spread her left hand, and a ring was exposed in Yubai's palm.

The black ghost's expression changed drastically, "This, Uncle this ring has been lost for a long time, maybe it was picked up by your mother."

"Is that right? But why did she keep holding this ring tightly when she died?"

Cold sweat broke out on his head, and the nigger didn't know what to say.

"Although my mother is only at the second level of source power, and the turtle breathing skills she practices are not a combat technique, uncle, you should know that the turtle breathing skills are best at is to make people in a state of fake death."

"What, wait, you mean..." The black ghost's eyes widened and his eyes widened.

"Yes, my mother was still alive when she was buried by you. She was buried by you. She was injured and she had no strength to push the cover of the coffin pressed by thick soil, and was suffocated to death in the tomb. I really hate it, I hate myself for not digging the tomb earlier, so my mother might be saved."

Qingyi really shed tears this time.

"However, although my mother died, she also left some things. Uncle, do you want to know what it is?"

The nigger could no longer speak, his whole body trembled like a sieve.

"I didn't die, she didn't die. I, I buried my own sister alive..." This sentence was just tossing and turning in his heart.

Qingyi slowly put down the backpack behind her, unzipped the zipper, took out a small box half a foot long from it, and gently opened it.

The nigger was attracted by her movements, and at the same time he thought about it, so he stretched his neck and looked over.

"Uncle, don't worry, I'll show you this." Qingyi took out the things in the box.

It was a brown wooden board with some scratches on the board, but because the passage was too dark, the nigger couldn't see clearly.

Qingyi gently stroked the wooden board, showing sadness on her face, "Uncle Nigami, can you recognize what this is?"

At this time, the toxicity had already entered the brain. The nigger tried his best to suppress it with the source power, but he still felt a slight dizziness.

"What, what is it? Qingyi, uncle, please give me the antidote first!"

The nigger completely let go of his posture and even knelt on the ground in a flash.

Qingyi was unmoved and murmured to herself, "Uncle, this is the coffin board you used to bury your mother. Don't you remember it? Look, look."

Qingyi handed over the wooden board and came to Nigami's eyes. Nigami was stunned and suddenly found that the scratches on the wooden board were actually a few words.

"Kill me, nigger!"

The strokes of the handwriting are very thin, about half a centimeter deep.

Is this...the nails were carved?

Nigami, this picture appeared in his mind: his sister was lying in the coffin, desperately trying to push the coffin cover that was pressed by the soil, but in the end it was futile. At the time of her death, she was exhausted and showed an angry and resentful look on her face, and she used her fingernails to engrave these words on the cover.

"Ah!" The nigger suddenly covered his head and shouted, sat on the ground, shaking like a sieve.

"Uncle, have you seen it? You must have seen it. This is the handwriting left by my mother. You killed her. Why, tell me why!?"

The nigger shook his head desperately, "No, it's impossible, how could he and she still live? He was obviously dead, he was obviously dead..."

Bang!

He slapped the black ghost hard on the face, and the blue-clothed face looked like a ghost, and said viciously:

"Uncle Nigami, I will tell you openly. There is no antidote to this poison. You will go down to accompany my mother soon. At that time, I don't know how you will face her!"

The black ghost sat there as stupidly, with the dark air on his face getting deeper and deeper.

Suddenly, he sighed a long time, his body softened, and his eyes looked at Qingyi with a dull look and said, "Okay, uncle tells you, uncle tells you everything."

"Twenty-seven years ago, that spring, my uncle took your mother on an outing. On the way back, he met a young man. He was very down and out at the time, but he had a high-spirited temperament, just as the difficulties of life were just an interesting game in his eyes."

"Your mother was deeply attracted by him..."

"Then, is that person my father?" Qingyi asked tremblingly. Her father died when she was very young, so her impression of her father was very vague.

"Yes, he is your father."

The nigger sighed and continued, "Your mother began to pursue your father, and soon they were together and gave birth to you a year later."

"But after giving birth to you, your mother became irritable, she lost her temper at any time, and often suspected that your father was fooling around outside, and sometimes even attacked your father. What's even more terrifying is that she began to self-harm after your father went out, causing herself to be injured. At that time, your father didn't even dare to go out."

"Can you imagine his depression?!" A faint light emanated from the nigger's eyes.

"Is it postpartum depression?" This idea did not appear in Qingyi's head, but was sitting there touching her head at the exit above the passage.

"The depression in your father's heart has nowhere to vent, so... so he is really someone outside." A ray of light flashed in the black ghost's eyes.

When Qingyi heard this, she was stunned, then became angry, "You are talking nonsense, you said that my father didn't go out, how could he have an affair?" She suddenly shook all over and looked at the nigger in disbelief and couldn't speak.

"Yes, my niece, your father's affair is me, your nigger uncle, your mother's brother."

"You don't know, when I first saw him, I fell in love with him, just for your mother... I endured the pain and buried this love deeply in my heart, but I didn't expect your mother to treat him like this. I couldn't help it anymore, I went to comfort him, so..."
Chapter completed!