Big Capitalist

Chapter 685 Sigma (10)

The remaining anger in Feidi's heart did not subside, but became more intense.

He stood up suddenly and rushed towards the cemetery behind him like a wild beast out of control.

In the cemetery, rows of graves are quietly arranged, as if telling the family's history and past.

Fiddy walked straight to his mother's grave, with madness and anger flashing in his eyes. He raised his foot and kicked the tombstone hard.

With a "crack", the tombstone broke and the broken stones scattered all over the ground.

"You useless piece of shit!" Fidi roared at the broken monument. "You say you love me the most, but you don't love me at all! Look how incompetent you made me, and how you let me be insulted like this today! You say you've given everything for me, but even after all that, I'm still so weak!"

After saying that, he plunged his hands into the soil like a madman and began to dig the grave frantically.

The soil splashed everywhere, accompanied by his heavy breathing, and soon he dug out his mother's bones.

His hands were shaking as he held the corpse in the air and cursed angrily. Those vicious words echoed in the silent cemetery, seeming particularly eerie and terrifying.

After venting his anger on his mother, Fiddy's eyes fell on the grave of Sigmar's mother.

Without hesitation, he rushed over and started digging the grave again.

He dug the soil frantically, and soon the grave was dug up.

However, to his surprise, the tomb was empty, there was nothing in it.

But Fiddy seemed to have anticipated this and didn't show any surprise. He simply said coldly, "As expected, Father... You're such a good disguise. You've fooled us all these years, hahahaha!"

The laughter echoed in the cemetery, filled with endless resentment and madness, as if to release all the emotions that had been suppressed for many years.

Sigma walked back to the manor exhausted, completely unaware of the insane things that had happened in the cemetery.

He could never have imagined that his elder brother could be so heartless that he would not even spare his own mother's grave.

At this time, many servants were busy cleaning the gardens and cobblestone paths of the manor.

When they saw Sigma approaching, malicious smiles appeared on their faces. One of them teased in a sly tone, "Little Mouse is back! Long time no see."

"Little mouse?" Sigma was already very irritable at the moment, and when he heard this name, a nameless fire suddenly surged in his heart.

He felt that these servants were simply courting death. He had just taught them a lesson and his father had just hacked the servants to death, yet they still dared to call him that.

Sigma raised his head angrily and looked at the servants who were looking at him with amusement.

However, the moment their eyes met, he took two steps back in horror, and the color on his face instantly faded.

"What's going on!" Sigma stared at the servants, his forehead instantly covered with dense beads of sweat.

Because he clearly remembered that this group of people, this group of people were clearly dead!

Just that morning, his father chopped off their heads with his own hands, and the scene of blood splattering everywhere is still vivid in his mind.

The servants looked at Sigma's terrified expression, but instead of being afraid, they burst into laughter and teased him, "You're still such a coward."

Sigma felt as if his head was about to explode, and was in complete chaos.

He had just taught this group of people a lesson this morning, and his father had indeed killed them all, but why were they still here now!

Looking at those faces that were exactly the same as in his memory and listening to the familiar yet harsh voices of this group of people, Sigma felt that everything was too strange.

Everything that happened in this manor since he came back was filled with an indescribable weirdness. What was going on?

It was as if there was an invisible hand controlling everything behind the scenes, and he seemed to be falling into a huge mystery step by step.

Sigma gasped for breath and ran towards his room like a madman.

Along the way, the servants who "came back from the dead" were like ghostly figures, which frightened him. Every time he looked at them, the fear spread more in his heart.

Could it be that the fierce conflicts that happened this morning and the scenes of my father brutally beheading his servants were just hallucinations?

Sigma couldn't help but turn his head and look towards the restaurant corridor.

There, all traces of blood had disappeared without a trace, there was no smell of blood in the air, and the ground and walls were as clean as if all the horrible things that happened in the morning had never happened.

"How is this possible!" Sigma's inner shock and fear overwhelmed him like a surging tide.

He rushed into his room in a daze, as if all the strength had been drained from his body. He was so weak that he could hardly stand.

At this moment, he seemed to be suffering from a serious illness. Not only was his whole body hot as if he had a fever, he was also very thirsty, and his headache was as if countless needles were piercing him.

He staggered to the bed, fell headfirst onto it, and became drowsy.

He just wanted to fall asleep immediately, as if that would allow him to escape from the bizarre and devastating things before his eyes.

However, even with my eyes closed, those strange scenes kept circling in my mind.

"What on earth just happened!" This question kept echoing in his confused consciousness, but no matter how hard he thought, he could not find a reasonable answer, as if he was in a nightmare from which he could never wake up.

When Sigma regained consciousness, he realized that he had fallen asleep in bed without realizing it.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked out the window. It was already completely dark outside.

He slowly stood up and got out of bed. For some reason, the manor was eerily quiet tonight, as if shrouded in an invisible layer of deathly silence.

He took a deep breath, slowly opened the door, and looked into the dark corridor.

The corridor was filled with an eerie dimness. There was not a single person in sight, only endless darkness spreading out.

"Brother, you shouldn't have come back."

Suddenly, my sister Betty's voice came from the end of the corridor. The voice was ethereal and cold, as if it came from another world.

Sigma turned around suddenly and saw his sister wearing a dress as white as snow, standing quietly at the end of the corridor.

Her eyes were empty as she stared at Sigma, lacking the kindness and warmth of the past.

"Betty?" Sigma called softly, feeling an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

He took a step forward and walked towards Betty.

However, Betty seemed to be avoiding him. She turned slowly and her figure quickly disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Sigma suddenly felt flustered and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

He began to run faster and faster, rushing towards the end of the corridor.

When he reached the end of the corridor, he found that his sister was not there at all, only a cold wall standing there.