Chapter 114: Joyful Wedding, Mourning Cry 45
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Although Ye Li had advised Yan Shixun to take a brief rest, Yan Shixun, after a short break to regain some strength, immediately headed towards the room where the program team and others were located.
The entire row of rooms was quiet. Through a few rooms with their curtains not drawn over the floor-to-ceiling windows, Yan Shixun could see people inside peacefully lying in bed, sound asleep, seemingly unharmed.
Before they went to sleep at night, Yan Shixun had specifically instructed everyone to lock the doors and windows securely. So, when Yan Shixun tried to push open the door, he found it locked, but that didn’t deter him.
With his arm injured, lifting it was a test of willpower each time, so Yan Shixun didn’t waste extra energy on such trivial matters as unlocking doors—even though he had long ago learned some lock-picking skills while wandering the streets and mingling with various people.
As Yan Shixun quietly muttered the incantation between his lips, the door lock clicked open.
Moving like a large feline, Yan Shixun entered the room with a powerful yet agile grace, making no sound.
Zhang Wubing was still asleep in bed, bundled up in too many layers of blankets, apparently experiencing intense emotions in his dreams, causing him to break out in a sweat. Unconsciously, he kicked off some of the covers, revealing a small section of his soft, pale belly.
Yan Shixun glanced down, chuckling inwardly: What a fool, he almost wouldn’t wake up, and he wouldn’t even know it.
With a casual gesture, Yan Shixun rudely tossed the fallen blanket back onto Zhang Wubing, accurately covering his exposed belly.
Leaning against the doorframe, Ye Li watched Yan Shixun’s actions, his gaze darkening slightly.
“You seem to be overly kind to this person called Zhang Wubing,” Ye Li’s voice was calm, devoid of any overt emotion, like casual conversation between friends. “Do you like him?”
Yan Shixun immediately shot Yeli a chilling look.
Ye Li subtly furrowed his brow. “So, did I guess right?”
His gaze shifted towards Zhang Wubing, turning icy and ominous. His eyes, sharp as a bloodied blade, fell upon Zhang Wubing’s forehead.
Zhang Wubing seemed to stir uncomfortably, squirming slightly.
But Yan Shixun, taken aback, exclaimed, “Ye Li, is your nickname Ye Youbing?”
Note: Youbing same as the joke he had on Zhang Youbing, so it means crazy or stupid.
“I’m just helping Zhang Wubing hold onto his life. With his constitution, he might kick the bucket any day.”
Seeing that Zhang Wubing was fine, Yan Shixun left the room nonchalantly, saying, “I owe him karma, that’s all.”
Ye Li arched an eyebrow, feeling an inexplicable sense of relief. His face, previously as cold as a snow-capped mountain, now softened with a smile.
“I’m curious, what do you owe him to make you defend him repeatedly?”
——I also want to make you owe me so much karma.
No, I want more, a thousand, a million times more, until even the heavens and earth cannot separate you from me.
Yan Shixun didn’t notice Ye Li’s hidden thoughts. When he heard the question, he paused for a moment in his steps, then continued as if nothing had happened.
“When my master died… it was Zhang Wubing who helped me.”
Ye Li’s smile faded slowly. He observed Yan Shixun’s expression, seemingly devoid of any emotion when mentioning this, and said softly, “Your master was an extraordinary person. His legacy lives on with the heavens and the earth.”
Yan Shixun lifted his eyelashes to look at Ye Li, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “No, you’re probably mistaken. I have no regrets about my master’s death.”
“There are sixty-four hexagrams, but not all can be fulfilled. He had reached his time, attained his own perfect Dao. For him, everything happened at the right moment.”
Yan Shixun chuckled lightly, a hint of nostalgia shimmering in his eyes. “After all, he was Li Chengyun. How could he not foresee his own death…”
He didn’t finish his sentence, shaking his head with a smile as he brushed past Ye Li, who was leaning against the door.
Subconsciously, Ye Li reached out and caught Yan Shixun’s wrist.
In that moment, Ye Li saw the only exorcist in the world, seemingly as free and ethereal as a cloud, as if he could vanish in the next moment, beyond the reach of any spirits or gods.
For the first time in centuries, Ye Li’s heart skipped a beat, momentarily fluttering with panic. Only the touch of Yan Shixun’s skin against his palm calmed the turmoil within him, returning him to tranquility.
Yan Shixun, who had been forcefully pulled back after taking just a few steps due to the tug on his wound, winced and turned to look at Ye Li, raising an eyebrow in surprise, silently questioning him with his eyes.
“Sorry.”
Under Yan Shixun’s gaze, Ye Li snapped back to reality. He immediately released Yan Shixun’s wrist and offered his own arm instead, casually saying, “I just wanted to lend you a hand, didn’t quite gauge my strength.”
“…Do you think I’m fragile?”
Yan Shixun was somewhat incredulous. “Before I met you, did I just sit around waiting for someone to come save me every time I got hurt? Unable to do anything?”
It was meant to be a playful retort, but Ye Li’s eyes darkened, and his tone turned chilly. “You used to get hurt often?”
“You act like you’ve never been in this circle before.”
Yan Shixun chuckled, dismissing it. “Dealing with ghosts, can you really expect those entities to be kind-hearted? Getting injured is nothing out of the ordinary, right?”
“Besides, I’m a ‘freak’ in this industry, openly defying its rules, and occasionally even going against the natural order. I protect both humans and ghosts; there’s no absolute distinction between them in my line of work.”
“Many colleagues say my approach, so different from ‘moderation’ and ‘gentleness,’ will eventually lead me to my death in some place where ghosts gather.”
Yan Shixun spoke of rumors about himself without a hint of change in his expression, as if narrating someone else’s story of life and death. “But they’re right. After all, how can you expect vengeful ghosts, who only remember hatred, to listen to reason or reckless goodwill? If you’re not fierce, how can you tame evil spirits? Getting a few injuries is just part of the job.”
Ye Li tightened his grip on Yan Shixun’s hand, his gaze lowered as he observed the serene profile of the young man beside him.
After a moment, he asked in a hoarse voice, “Why? Is it worth it?”
Yan Shixun looked at Ye Li in surprise, as if he had heard something strange. “It’s not about worthiness; it’s about necessity.”
“Ghosts were once human. The vast majority lived their lives in conformity, accumulating good deeds. Some may have committed minor wrongs, but certainly not deserving of death. Yet, if they die unjustly and become vengeful ghosts due to lingering attachments and resentment, seeking justice in death when denied justice in life, should they be indiscriminately slain?”
Yan Shixun lightly chuckled, his tone calm, as if discussing the most mundane of matters. “I know many colleagues would do just that. Indeed, skipping the steps of approaching malevolent ghosts and exploring burial sites makes things much easier for them, morally and energetically, and greatly reduces the risk of harm from malevolent ghosts. But…”
“Not everyone is like that, and that’s where the problem lies. It’s just too unfair for many innocent souls who died unjustly.”
The chilly night breeze tousled the strands of hair around Yan Shixun’s temples, scattering the gleam in his eyes, softening his naturally wild and handsome features into something gentle.
“I don’t need you to understand my convictions, but I believe that if one day you were attacked and died with resentment in your heart, you would want to meet me and entrust me with your life and afterlife, to tell me everything.”
“Rest assured, when that time comes, I will accept your commission, form a pact between us, and resolve all your grievances, allowing you to close your eyes in peace and move on to the cycle of reincarnation.”
Yan Shixun’s voice was gentle yet resolute. “Speaking for the speechless, questioning for the unjustly deceased… I am just an ordinary exorcist.”
“There’s no why, just because this is the path I adhere to.”
Ye Li held his breath, his elongated eyes widening slightly. In his entire field of vision, there was nothing but Yan Shixun’s figure illuminated by the moonlight, nothing else.
He could feel it, as if he were a long-declared dead volcano, sinking into the depths far from the human realm, believing himself to be forever silent and indifferent to all the evils of the world. Yet, a star fell upon his heart, igniting a blazing fire that consumed all fervor.
Thus, the magma surged, the soul trembled, all reactions hidden beneath a seemingly calm exterior, yet burning fiercely enough to melt everything.
After a long while, Ye Li chuckled softly. He lowered his head slightly, reaching up to brush aside the stray strands of hair around Yan Shixun’s ears, his slender, icy-cold fingers inadvertently grazing Yan Shixun’s earlobe.
“You’re right, this is your path.”
And unquestionably, your path is the road I once questioned why the heavens and earth did not hold.
With a fleeting glance, I unexpectedly glimpsed a path that had never existed for millennia. From now on, your path is the one I will protect.
“However, you don’t need to bear it alone.”
Meeting Yan Shixun’s puzzled gaze head-on, Ye Li’s expression remained stern yet carried a smile. His words, spoken solemnly from his lips, were like a pact with the heavens and earth: “From now on, you have me.”
As the words fell, for a moment, it seemed as if time stood still between heaven and earth. The night wind and the chirping of insects ceased, leaving only silence. In this quiet world, the Dao bowed its head, acknowledging Ye Li’s declaration.
The spoken word is the cause of commitment.
From this moment on, Ye Li placed his fate in Yan Shixun’s hands, actively forming a karmic bond with him.
No karma, no conclusion.
Yan Shixun keenly sensed that something intangible had changed, but as he listened attentively, there was nothing. The rustle of the wind and the chirping of insects beside his ears remained unchanged.
So he looked up at Ye Li beside him, chuckling as he asked, “What good are you for?”
“I’ll cheer for you when you fight, bandage you up when you’re injured, and carry you when you can’t walk.”
Ye Li replied with a gentle blink, smiling. “Just like now—Shixun, do you want me to carry you?”
“…Get lost!”
But Yan Shixun didn’t push away the arm Ye Li had offered to support him.
At least… it’s not too bad.
Yan Shixun thought to himself. Although he disliked people getting close to him, Ye Li was completely devoid of warmth, which made their interactions tolerable for now. Let’s just leave it at that for the time being.
As for the future, well, that’s a problem for another day.
With a casual decision, he walked towards the next guest’s room. “I’m off to see how the others are doing.”
Ye Li readily followed suit.
Their figures leaned close together, almost blending into one under the bright moonlight…
Gradually, everyone from the production team began to wake up from their slumber.
Young master Song Ci leaped from his bed and rushed to the nearby bed, not bothering to check his own condition before confirming Zhao Zhen’s breathing and pulse.
In his dazed state, Zhao Zhen felt as if a mountain had suddenly pressed down on him. He thought perhaps the temple walls had collapsed on him and reached out to shield himself from the falling debris, trying to prevent it from injuring the unconscious Lu Xingxing in his arms.
But as he reached out, he suddenly realized that what he felt under his hand wasn’t the cold, hard touch of bricks and stones, but something soft and warm.
“Zhao Zhen! Get your claws off me!”
Song Ci, pinched by Zhao Zhen’s grip on his waist, winced in pain, almost shedding tears. He angrily slapped Zhao Zhen’s chest with his hand, trying to make him let go.
If he had the strength to pinch him like this, it seemed like he was fine. He had been worried about him, and this was how he repaid him, hmph!!
The slap jolted Zhao Zhen awake from his subconsciousness, and he immediately opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling of the room.
He stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while before his gaze shifted to Song Ci beside him. Then, he realized—he wasn’t in the temple anymore, but in his bed where he fell asleep.
“Song Ci?” Zhao Zhen asked slowly, somewhat confused. “Aren’t you in a coffin?”
Young master Song was instantly furious, nearly exploding with anger. “You were in the coffin! And here I was worried you got eaten by a corpse, but it turns out you’re just cursing me instead! You heartless dog, biting the hand that feeds you, like Lü Dongbin…”
Zhao Zhen quickly reached out to protect the young master, afraid he might accidentally fall off the bed.
“Wait, when did I get eaten by a corpse?”
Zhao Zhen looking at the young master in bewilderment: “I was lying in a coffin with a dead body, but she didn’t do anything to me.”
The young master’s accusations abruptly stopped.
As their eyes met, they both realized from each other’s puzzled expressions that they seemed to be seeing different scenes.
The same scenario played out in almost every room.
As soon as the celebrities woke up, the variety show celebrity leaped out of bed in terror, running out barefoot, shouting “Don’t kill me!” This left the male celebrity who woke up shortly after scratching his head, wondering if he was sleepwalking.
However, Lu Xingxing felt like the world was spinning as soon as he opened his eyes, his head pounding like needles pricking his brain. It felt as if his soul and body were not in sync, making him uncomfortable all over.
Waves of nausea overwhelmed him, turning the vibrant and proud indie musician pale, as he lay on the edge of the bed, retching continuously.
The Song God, in the same room, woke up with a frightened expression, saying he had a terrifying nightmare about many corpses surrounding him. But as soon as he noticed Lu Xingxing’s condition, he forgot all about himself and hurried over to check on him.
As for An Nanyuan, who was alone in his room, Yan Shixun had just reached his door, not yet using any spells to open it, when An Nanyuan burst out shouting, “Brother Yan, help!” and ran out, almost colliding with Yan Shixun.
It was Ye Li who reached out and stopped the impulsive An Nanyuan, preventing him from running into Yan Shixun, whose movements were not as agile due to his serious injury.
Even so, Ye Li’s gaze towards An Nanyuan was extremely unfriendly, his eyes dark and intimidating.
With just one glance, An Nanyuan couldn’t help but shudder, feeling a deep-rooted fear from the depths of his soul, causing him to quickly halt his steps.
He couldn’t shake off the feeling that being stared at by this unfamiliar man felt like he had committed an unforgivable sin… He nearly stumbled and fell to the ground just now.
With that, An Nanyuan quickly rolled up the sleeve of his pajama, wanting to prove to Yan Shixun the truth of his words with his wound.
But beneath the fabric, his arm was smooth, muscular, and unblemished, devoid of any injuries, let alone the severe wounds he claimed to have suffered.
“How is this possible?” An Nanyuan was stunned, dumbfounded.
Yan Shixun, however, simply patted An Nanyuan’s shoulder. “Just consider it an overly realistic nightmare. Perhaps you’ll forget all about it by tomorrow.”
Oddly enough, not everyone in the production team had nightmares. The female staff and Bai Shuang, for example, all reported having strange dreams upon waking up.
“I… It seemed like a lot of girls were surrounding me in a boudoir, chattering away and showing me their jewelry. They said they wanted to give me those golden hairpins and jade ornaments, insisting that I wear them because they would look good on me. They even said that even if I didn’t want them, I could sell them for a good price and live a comfortable life.”
Bai Shuang’s eyes were puzzled. “How could I have such a strange dream?”
But as she got out of bed, the blanket slipped to the ground, revealing a glittering heavy object scattered inside.
Bai Shuang instinctively looked down and saw a pile of golden jewelry scattered on the floor.
——However, some of them were still covered in mud and dried bloodstains.
Bai Shuang’s body froze.
She seemed to realize something, and a sorrowful expression gathered between her beautiful and delicate brows.
After ensuring that everyone was safe, Yan Shixun finally breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly applied first aid using hemostatic and exorcism spells. The wounds were still throbbing with pain, forcing him to sit down and rest with the support of Ye Li.
And just then, a heart-wrenching scream echoed from the courtyard.
“No—!!! Yang Yun, Yang Yun!!”
Yan Shixun was startled and turned to look.
He saw Yang Tu, who had been unconscious on the ground, had awakened. He knelt on the ground, his arms seemingly embracing something intangible, but his hands were empty, and there was no figure in his embrace.
He looked up, veins bulging on his neck, tears streaming down his face.
Yang Yun had already passed away half a year ago.
He only existed in Yang Duo’s world, not in the reality they had returned to.
Yang Tu had just seen his good friend and realized the grave mistake he had made, but there was no chance for him to rectify it.
Yan Shixun looked at Yang Tu, who was unable to contain his tears, and sighed silently.
“Do you want to help him?” Ye Li stood beside Yan Shixun, his palm lightly resting on his shoulder, showing concern for his injuries without exerting pressure. Together, they looked at Yang Tu.
However, the confidence and assertion in Ye Li’s words sounded like if Yan Shixun expressed a desire to help Yang Tu, Ye Li would ensure that Yang Tu’s wish would be fulfilled.
Yan Shixun shook his head slowly. “No, the world is impermanent, all things are impermanent. Attaining fulfillment may ironically lead to misfortune.”
“…Misfortunes in life are commonplace.”
Yan Shixun sighed. “Not everything has a chance for redemption, and not all losses are worth saving. He made a wrong judgment, and that’s his responsibility. He’s an adult now and should learn to bear the consequences.”
“He cut off contact with Yang Yun himself, and even knowing Yang Yun’s character, he still believed Yang Yun was a vicious murderer. He didn’t trust his friend, so he lost the chance to see him one last time.”
Yan Shixun’s expression remained indifferent. “That’s a choice he made himself, it has nothing to do with others.”
“But…”
Yan Shixun paused, then continued, “Later, accompany me to Moon Mountain. Yang Yun mentioned that he buried his mother there and ended his own life by her grave.”
Six months ago, Yang Yun killed those six villagers, causing Yang Duo’s power to reach its critical point, which led to the massacre in the village.
So Yang Yun’s body was likely still exposed to the elements, without the peace of a proper burial.
As a reward for helping him in Yang Duo’s controlled world, and also as part of their Yin-Yang pact, he should go help collect Yang Yun’s body and…
Utilizing all known methods, he must ensure Yang Yun’s soul is sent to the underworld and grant him the chance to see his mother one last time.
But without asking for any reasons from Yan Shixun, Ye Li didn’t hesitate to agree, as if he would support whatever Yan Shixun said.
He smiled faintly and replied softly, “Alright.”
…
After losing control over Yang Duo’s power, the corpses and skeletons in Jia Village instantly disappeared. The official in charge, after heaving a sigh of relief, immediately rushed to the Family Tomb Village, fearing they might be too late and that something might happen to the crew.
As the sounds of the crew from the farmstay became audible in the distance, the official in charge dared to slightly slow down his legs, which were already extremely sore and exhausted. At this moment, his phone also rang.
It was a call from Yan Shixun.
“I reckon that after we entered Yang Duo’s world, the live broadcast and signals should have stopped. You might be worried, so I’m calling to reassure you and let you know that everyone is safe and sound.”
The official in charge finally breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that his clothes were drenched all over.
“Good, good. Thank you, Mr. Yan, for reporting in. Is everyone uninjured? Do we need a doctor?” the official in charge asked anxiously.
Yan Shixun paused for a moment this time, sounding somewhat distressed. “Everyone else is fine, but I did sustain a minor injury that’s hardly worth mentioning. If you could bring a first aid kit when you come, that would be perfect.”
The official in charge imagined that the minor injury referred to a few adhesive bandages or bandages that could easily resolve the issue. So, he chuckled lightly and readily agreed, “No problem!”
It wasn’t until his subordinate approached with a phone, informing him that the live broadcast signal had been restored and the program had resumed, that the official saw Yan Shixun on the screen, covered in blood and wounds. With the barrage of comments flooding the screen, the official finally realized…
“Is that what he calls a minor injury?!!”
The official in charge found himself busy once again, juggling messages flooding in due to his recent loss of contact. At the same time, he instructed the public relations team to immediately address the growing suspicions online, pacify the audience and netizens, and wait for the official announcement from the authorities.
Simultaneously, he hurried to the farmstay.
The official in charge didn’t forget that the two old gentlemen had gone up to Moon Mountain ahead of them. Since they hadn’t seen them on Moon Mountain, he was worried that they might have reached the Family Tomb Village first or encountered some mishap.
Fortunately, as the outline of the farmstay appeared in the official’s view, so did the figure of Yan Shixun.
Yan Shixun leaned against the chest of a tall and sturdy stranger behind him for support, as if he couldn’t stand on his own due to severe injuries, yet he still smiled effortlessly.
“Are you looking for Officer Chen Rui? He just went to Yang Duo’s house with Mr. Yang.”
“…Jiang Yanran’s remains are buried there. And her uncle Jiang Cheng’s remains.”
“Officer Chen Rui and Mr. Yang went to bring them home.”
A touch of sadness crossed Yan Shixun’s handsome face. He pursed his lips and took out a worn and aged notebook from his pocket, solemnly handing it to the official in charge.
“This is Jiang Yanran’s diary from her lifetime. It records the accumulated crimes of the villagers decades ago and all her experiences during those four years. According to her wishes, I’m handing this diary over to the authorities.”
“——Jiang Yanran hoped for an official judgment to give her justice.”
Yan Shixun said solemnly, “From birth to death, she always believed in the power of the authorities. This conviction became her bottom line, allowing her to maintain a clear rationality even in resentment, unlike Yang Duo, who lost all memory and sanity to Yin energy and thus didn’t become a Yin God. So, please don’t betray Jiang Yanran’s trust. Please, let the judgment of the mortal world give her justice.”
The official in charge carefully flipped open the notebook, trembling at the tear-stained words on the first page, his fingers shaking so much he could barely hold the diary.
This thin book’s weight exceeded thousand.
This thin volume carried the weight of a girl’s life and longing, pressing heavily on his shoulders, urging him to fight for the girl and seek justice.
The official carefully tucked away Jiang Yanran’s belongings, responding solemnly, “Please rest assured, I will.”
“Who says the law doesn’t hold the multitude accountable? Who says death can’t be investigated? Justice is eternal, and sin will always be judged!”
“Those who died unjustly should be granted peace by us.”
Yan Shixun lowered his gaze with a faint smile, his hand slipping into his pocket. A delicate flower trembled in the night breeze, unfolding its tender petals.
“Now that the Yin God is dead, the trapped souls should depart as well.”
Yan Shixun’s voice turned slightly cold. “The guilty will be judged, and the innocent will find salvation. The village and its decayed lineage no longer need to exist.”
As his words fell, the petals gently quivered before suddenly bursting apart into several pieces, swept up by the rising wind. From Yan Shixun’s hand, they scattered towards the gleaming moon.
Yan Shixun looked up, his eyes squinting slightly.
A chilling aura of death instantly enveloped the village.
The sound of dragging chains echoed faintly from a distance, desolate as if coming from a place not of this world.
The underworld’s Yin officials, with chains to ferry souls.
Amidst the encircling mountains, ghosts wailed and moaned.
Transparent figures rose from the misty mountains, their twisted faces filled with pain and panic, yet firmly bound by chains, dragged towards an unknown destination.
The official in charge and the others looked up in astonishment at this horrifying scene.
Taoist Song Yi’s eyes widened slowly. “Junior Brother Yan… did you summon the Yin officials to help?”
“No,” Yan Shixun replied calmly, also turning to look, his eyes serene. “This is something that should have been done decades ago, finally being resolved today.”
“Since death has no reason to linger in this world. Now that the unjust ghosts’ wishes have been fulfilled, it’s time for them to depart.”
Yan Shixun withdrew his gaze, smiling gently as he whispered, “Jiang Yanran’s uncle has waited for her for too long. It’s time for them to reunite—even in death.”
Everyone’s attention was drawn to the scene that transcended comprehension, and they didn’t hear Yan Shixun’s murmured words as if to himself.
Only Ye Li responded to Yan Shixun’s voice. He reached out, gently brushing aside the strands of hair blowing in front of Yan Shixun’s eyes, and softly replied, “Yes.”
“Jiang Yanran has never done wrong. Until the last moment, she held onto her trust in the authorities because of the young police officer’s kindness all those years ago. She didn’t lose her rationality to the underworld. She will have another chance, another beautiful life.”
Yan Shixun lifted his gaze, “Are you sure?”
Ye Li lowered his gaze, his eyes no longer icy but tinted with a smile. “Because this is your judgment, and this is also my verdict.”
Under the night breeze, petals fluttered and flew over the sky of the Family Tomb village, until they disappeared into the mountains.
Chen Rui, who had dug up the buried corpses from the ground, looked up with a sense of understanding.
The moonlight was bright and clear, without any haze.
Yang Binseng gently took Jiang Yanran’s bones from Chen Rui’s hands and placed them in the coffin.
He smiled, wrinkles creasing his aging face, yet for the first time in decades, he seemed to regain the vitality of his youth.
“Jiang Yanran, let’s go. We…”
“Are going home.”
……
After the signal was restored, the official in charge immediately contacted the Special Department. Later, specialized personnel took over the situation in the Family Tomb village. The forensic and criminal investigation teams brought by the official in charge quickly launched an investigation near the village, striving to eliminate any evidence loopholes.
As for the cross-level handling team members personally approved by Yang Binsheng, they immediately took the thick evidence and went to the town. They solemnly and meticulously took away all relevant participants involved in the events of recent years.
Faced with irrefutable evidence, the members of the Yang family, who once wielded immense power, finally realized with disbelief that——
Their time had come.
The investigation process, which should have been difficult, became unstoppable due to Yang Binsheng’s green light. The Yang family’s numerous crimes over nearly a century were all exposed to the sunlight, leaving no room for debate.
The official in charge, holding the clear records left by Jiang Yanran, embraced with a heart full of anger and sadness, and brought all those of the Yang family who had done wrong to the judgment seat.
Just as he had promised.
Meanwhile, Yan Shixun, after handing over the remaining tasks in Family Tomb Village to the official in charge, went alone to Moon Mountain, found Yang Yun’s remains, and buried him beside his mother’s grave.
After a brief period of recuperation, the production team also withdrew from Family Tomb Village.
However, when Yang Tu, restless and uneasy, returned with the production team over Moonlight Mountain to the home of the village party secretary, he found Yang Han on the brink of death.
“Second Uncle…?” Yang Tu couldn’t believe it, his voice trembling.
Yang Han opened his eyes and smiled at Yang Tu as if experiencing a sudden burst of energy.
“Don’t cry, child,” Yang Han reached out and wiped away Yang Tu’s tears. “I should have died long ago. It’s your love that kept me alive for a few more years. But now, it’s time for me to leave. I should go and be with Yang Duo.”
“Yang Tu, you’ve grown up. It’s time for you to walk your own path – just remember to be a good person. And don’t be cowardly or avoidant, don’t end up like me, regretting your whole life.”
Having seen the last person he couldn’t let go of, Yang Han lost all his vitality, and his arms fell weakly.
Yang Tu was overwhelmed with tears.
…
In the old city area of Binhai City.
When Yang Hua opened her eyes in bed, she felt unexpectedly light after what seemed like a long time of heaviness and stiffness in her body. She smiled, thinking her illness had miraculously been cured.
“Yang Guang, I just had a dream. I dreamt of my sister. She seemed to be leaving for a distant journey, bidding me farewell.”
Yang Hua said as she got up and walked out of the bedroom. “But I don’t know why, she was crying and hugging me, apologizing…”
Yang Hua’s voice abruptly stopped.
“Clang!” There was a sound as the stainless steel water cup in Yang Hua’s hand fell to the ground, splashing her shoes and socks. However, she was unaware, only rushing frantically to the living room.
On the floor of the living room, Yang Guang lay sprawled, eyes wide open, his body already cold, devoid of breath.
He passed away at midnight, taken by the Yin God.
“Yang Guang…?” Tears welled up in Yang Hua’s eyes.
The once cramped room now felt eerily empty.
No one would ever respond to her again with a smile.
No one would ever call her by her nickname, ‘Hua’er’.
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