Tomb robbing: The little girl from Erye's family said she wanted to be safe

Chapter 67 Okay, she heard it was still the entrance of the alley, Chenpi touched Yuyan’s head.

"Go."

After so many years, no matter how many grievances there were between Er Yuehong and Chenpi, they should have disappeared.

But Chenpi still wouldn't step into the alley.

Yuyan nodded, hugged Chenpi and entered the Hong Mansion.

The girl was sitting on a rocking chair in the small garden, next to her was Er Yuehong, who had already retired.

Seeing Yuyan coming back, he quickly got up to meet her.

The girl held Yuyan's face and looked at her, her eyes full of heartache.

"Goodness Erya, you've lost so much weight."

Yuyan leaned on the girl's shoulder, looked at Er Yuehong, and said word by word with difficulty: "Uncle is dead."

This news was like a heavy punch to Er Yuehong and Yatou's hearts.

Er Yuehong stepped forward, looked at the mother and daughter with tears in their eyes, and held them in his arms.

Said in a trembling voice: "It's okay, it's okay..."

After having a good meal and a good sleep, Yuyan packed up and went to Zhang Mansion.

When I opened the door, the decoration was still the same as the first time I came here.

Go upstairs and turn left, and you will see my uncle's study.

Yuyan raised her hand and knocked on the door.

A voice came from inside: "Come in."

The doorknob turned and Yuyan slowly opened the door.

Looking at Zhang Rishan sitting in front of the desk, Yuyan was a little dazed for a moment.

Zhang Rishan looked at Yuyan standing stupidly at the door and said with a bit of amusement, "What? Don't you recognize me? Why are you standing there? Come in and sit down."

Yuyan shook her head. They originally looked somewhat similar, but this mouth brought Yuyan back to reality.

Walking to the desk, Yuyan placed the letter in her arms on the table.

Zhang Rishan glanced at Yuyan and felt something was strange.

I reached out for the letter on the table, opened it, and saw that it was written by Master Buddha.

The more he looked, the more the smile on Zhang Rishan's face froze.

Tears dripped onto the letter paper and were wiped away carefully and anxiously by Zhang Rishan.

Zhang Rishan looked at Yuyan with red eyes: "Where is the body of the Buddha?"

Yuyan pursed her lips and said, "He was buried in the coffin that came with your Zhang family's ancient building."

Zhang Rishan nodded, folded the letter again and put it into the envelope.

Yuyan turned and walked out of the study.

Zhang Rishan needed time to calm down, and she also had to go and give the last letter to her aunt.

Unexpectedly, Yin Xinyue did not collapse as Yuyan had imagined. Instead, she took the letter that Yuyan brought back with a calm expression.

Open it, read it, all in one go.

Yuyan looked at Yin Xinyue with some worry. They all saw how much her aunt felt about her uncle, so how could she accept her uncle's death so calmly?

"Aunt, are you okay?"

Yuyan hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

Yin Xinyue put the letter away and smiled at Yuyan: "It's okay. Zhang Qishan gave me a heads-up before he left. I knew he wouldn't be coming back."

Although she had known for a long time that her lover would not come back, and although she remained calm on the surface, Yin Xinyue's heart still ached.

That was the man she fell in love with at first sight, the one she was willing to abandon everything and elope with.

He just fell asleep in the mountains, and she couldn't even see his body.

Yin Xinyue's sorrow is greater than anyone else's, but she can't collapse now because she still has to preside over his funeral.

"Erya, thank you for your hard work along the way."

Yin Xinyue smiled and touched Yuyan's head, saying the same thing as Zhang Qishan.

"If it weren't for you, uncle wouldn't have gone so far."

Yuyan took a deep breath, hugged Yin Xinyue, and then left Zhang Mansion.

Zhang Qishan's funeral was not a grand one, and only people close to Zhang Qishan were invited.

Yuyan stood in front of Zhang Qishan's empty coffin. Zhang Qishan's body had not been brought back, and inside were the clothes he wore most often during his lifetime.

The monks were chanting the "Earth Store Sutra" in her ears. Yuyan knelt in front of the brazier and threw paper money into it one by one.

Outside the door were several drunken bosses. Yin Xinyue also went back to her room to take a nap because she was too tired.

At this time, she was the only one left in Zhang Qishan's mourning hall.

Am I in a trance because I'm too sad?

Why did I see the Black and White Impermanence?

Yuyan rubbed her eyes and looked carefully, and found that they were indeed two familiar people.

Hei Wuchang waved towards Yuyan: "We are here to pick someone up."

Yuyan looked around and thought that they shouldn't come here to pick up people.

"Look behind you."

Bai Wuchang tapped Yuyan's forehead with the mourning stick in his hand.

In an instant, a chill covered Yuyan's eyes.

Looking back, she saw so many souls behind her.

Everyone who went there came back with Yuyan!

Especially the soul standing in the front, although it was a little blurry, Yuyan could still recognize who it was.

"Why is my uncle's spirit so dazed?"

Yuyan grabbed Bai Wuchang and asked, but her hand reached out and caught nothing.

Hei Wuchang pointed at Yuyan's empty hand and laughed, "Hahahaha, what are you thinking? You still want to catch the soul?"

Bai Wuchang poked Hei Wuchang with his mourning stick, signaling him to be quiet.

Then he gently answered Yuyan's doubts: "When you were crawling forward in that small cave, he was the one who helped you the whole time. Otherwise, how do you think you could have climbed out of the cave and been rescued in the end?"

Yuyan was stunned. So those cold hands were holding her up by her uncle?

When Hei Wuchang shook the soul-catching chain and wanted to tie up Zhang Qishan and others, Yuyan moved.

He tied up Zhang Qishan's soul one step ahead and brought his soul behind him.

"What are you doing!"

Hei Wuchang was a little irritable, and veins bulged on his arm that was holding the soul-catching lock.

"You don't want to keep the soul of a human being in the human world?"

Bai Wuchang also clenched the mourning stick.

There was ruthlessness and determination in Yuyan's eyes. She protected the unstable Zhang Qishan tightly and made her thoughts clear.

Bai Wuchang knew that if he used force he could gain the upper hand by relying on Yuyan not being able to touch him, but they were former colleagues, so there was no need to make things so awkward.

So they decided to use the method of persuasion to surrender.

"Let him be reincarnated. He has become like this in order to save you. If you keep tying him up by your side, his soul will fly away."

Bai Wuchang's words were sincere, but Yuyan didn't buy them.

"I have a treasure that can nourish the soul. I can heal his spirit!"

Hei Wuchang said sarcastically, "And then, lock him up by your side for the rest of his life? Trapped in a circle with you as the center for the rest of his life? Don't be so selfish, okay?"

The determination in Yuyan's eyes loosened a little. She could find a way to deal with the death of her uncle, but would her uncle be willing to be trapped by her side forever?

Seeing that Hei Wuchang's words had worked, Bai Wuchang quickly continued, "I promise to arrange the best reincarnation for your uncle. Let him go free."

Yuyan turned around and looked at the dazed and stupid soul, holding her blurred face in her hands, and asked softly, "Uncle, do you want me to let you go?"

The incomplete soul could not speak, it just stared at Yuyan and smiled.

Yuyan's hands dropped limply.

"it is good."

She heard her send her great uncle away.