A piece of Japanese incense

Aban seemed to wake up from a dream in an instant. He ran over before me and pulled out the sack that was similar to his with both hands.

He closed his eyes tightly, frowned, and untied the knot that tied the sack, as if he wanted to seal the pain deep in his heart. However, his tears betrayed his strength and slid silently down his cheeks, drop by drop, gathering into a sad stream.

He covered his face with his hands helplessly, his shoulders trembled involuntarily as he sobbed, and every deep breath seemed like an effort to control his emotions that were about to collapse.

"Girl, what should we do now?" Yuzhu stood firmly under the tree, holding a burnt stick in his hand.

"Move the body to the corridor, and move Butler Wang over there as well!"

We worked together to put Butler Wang together with the body. However, because we were exhausted, we just dragged Butler Wang to the corridor and piled him on top of the body, and there was no time to separate them.

As the flames leaped, the beams creaked and groaned. Suddenly, with a dull cracking sound, a beam could no longer withstand the heat of the flames and broke, collapsing with a loud bang, leaving behind unburned sparks and thick smoke.

Fortunately, we escaped in time. The entire roof of the veranda seemed to have lost its support and collapsed in an instant. Tiles flew everywhere, dust flew everywhere, and in the mess, only ruins with flames rising into the sky were left.

Watching Butler Wang and the clothes of the corpse under him instantly ignite and turn into ashes and drift away, the skin makes a hoarse cry under the high temperature,

The flames seemed to have life, tightly wrapping around their bodies. Amid the thick smoke and flames, only a series of crackling sounds and a burnt smell filled the air were left.

The four of us lay on the ground, coughing non-stop, and the water in the pond became turbid.

"Girl! It's too dangerous! Let's go quickly!" Yu Tuan was choked and coughed desperately.

"Okay! Let's go!"

Seeing the fire about to reach the edge of the pond, Aban sat stupidly under the cypress tree.

"Aban, go quickly. Your life was bought with the lives of your father and so many others. You must cherish it. Do you understand?" I roared into his ear.

He suddenly went crazy and dug the soil on the ground frantically.

"Yuzhu! Knock him out! Let's carry him away!" Yutuan gestured to Yuzhu.

"Girl! How come... there is another corpse!" Yuzhu pointed at the sack that had just been taken out from the ground in panic.

I suddenly remembered that Butler Wang said there were a total of 8 remains.

An idea flashed through my mind like lightning. Perhaps, I could use the seven bodies in front of me to save Xiaohan's family.

"Hurry! There are still seven! Help! Dig them all out! Move them to the car!" Before he could finish his words, I had already picked up a wooden stick and started turning the soil.

"What? You want to take it away?"

"Don't ask! Whatever the girl says is true! The fire has already reached the branches, hurry up!"

Time passed quietly, and we really dug out seven sacks of different sizes.

The branches of the cypress trees seemed to be painted with golden red paint, flashing ominously as the flames jumped. The flames greedily licked every leaf, turning them into ashes that drifted into the air.

"Aban, we have to leave as soon as possible!" I squatted down and stroked his hair.

"Where are we going?" He knelt on the ground exhausted.

"You'll just follow us from now on!" Yutuan tried his best to pull Aban up.

Yuyi urged anxiously: "The tree is about to fall! We have to leave quickly!"

"Load them all into our car!" Yuzhu shouted loudly outside the yard.

The bark cracked under the scorching heat, making crackling sounds, as if the trees were groaning in pain.

"Aban! No one in Suiyuan escaped. You have to think carefully: is it worth it for them to die because of you?"

"I, have never left here...where can I go?"

Looking at his confused eyes, I wiped the sweat off my forehead and held out my hand to him: "Does your father have any unfulfilled wishes? Stay alive first, and we can think of a solution for the rest together."

His fingers slowly touched my palm, like a silent promise, penetrating all the uneasiness. I wrapped his palm, exerted a little force, and pulled him up.

Above the threshold, there were mottled traces of time. Aban held the door frame with trembling hands, feeling the warmth flowing through the wood texture.

Tears were glistening in his eyes and he looked at me solemnly. I exchanged glances with him. He took a deep breath and held my hand tightly, as if he wanted to gather all his courage in this moment.

He lifted his heavy feet, as if crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, and slowly but firmly took that difficult step.

Finally, that step landed heavily on the other side of the threshold. With a slight but firm sound of landing, he successfully crossed the threshold that symbolized transformation and rebirth.

Yuzhu and I each drove our own carriage, preparing to leave Sui Garden.

"Girl, where are these bodies being transported to?" Yu Zhu pinched his nose, and the expression on his face gradually disappeared.

Yu Tuan also subconsciously covered her nose: "I didn't notice it when I moved just now, this smell is too strong!"

"This is the first time in my life that I've been with so many... Ugh~" Yuzhu's eyes narrowed into slits involuntarily, as if trying to block the invasion of smell.

I also felt a little troubled. I tried my best to suppress the urge to breathe. My lips parted unconsciously. "There is an abandoned land temple ahead. Let's bury them there first and discuss it after tonight."

The road is wide and rugged, its outline obscured by the veil of night. Only with the help of moonlight and memory can one barely recognize the direction ahead.

I held a long whip in my hand and stared intently ahead, trying to penetrate the thick night and see clearly every step ahead.

The sound of horse hooves is particularly clear in this quiet night. The wheels roll over the mud, making a steady and rhythmic rumbling sound, which interweaves with the crisp sound of horse hooves hitting the ground, playing a melodious nocturne.

"Girl, who are these...people? Why do we want to dig them out?" Yutuan crawled in front of me and asked the questions that she had been holding back for a long time.

"They all died because of me." Aban's erratic voice came from behind me.

"What does that mean? What's going on?" Yutuan fluttered and crawled away.

"Don't run around. She just learned how to drive and she's not stable yet!" Yu Yi stopped her.

I stared at the road ahead and said perfunctorily, "Don't ask so many questions! Let's take him home quietly first. In the next two days, let Yuzhu find out where Sister Xiaohan is imprisoned, try to set it on fire, rescue them, and replace them with these bodies..."

"Oh, I get it! Is it that the beauty wants to use her luggage as a substitute for the Peach Jiang?" Yu Tuan answered first.