Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

In this way, the Zhao family lived a relatively peaceful life, but this peace was only temporary. The real haze came when an outsider came to the Zhao family to propose marriage, but not long after, all four members of the Zhao family died.

"Does anyone know where the four members of the Zhao family are buried?" After hearing this, Wei Ying took out another candy and asked.

Now no one rushed to answer.

They looked left and right:

"Did your mother say anything?"

"No, what about you?"

"No, after Sister Yun died, my mother and brother never mentioned her again."

"You said that, it's the same in my family, and my uncle never mentioned it."

"Who is this Sister Yun?" Xue Yang asked.

"Little brother, Sister Yun is Aunt Zhao's daughter. She can cook delicious food. I like her very much. My mother even said that she would make Sister Yun his sister-in-law."

"My family is the same."

Wei Ying noticed the children were talking back and forth, and the conversation had strayed. He coughed inadvertently and interrupted, "So, do you know where Sister Yun is buried?"

"do not know."

Xue Yang asked, "Did Sister Yun have a funeral when she died?"

Xue Yang's question silenced everyone present.

After a moment, a child of eight or nine years old replied softly, "Dad said that Sister Yun's family died suddenly. There was no funeral; they were buried directly."

What causes a recently deceased person to be buried in such haste that no funeral ceremony is held?

What is even more puzzling is that after the burial, no one in the village mentioned the incident anymore, as if it had never happened, and no one even mentioned it.

Based on Wei Ying and Xue Yang's understanding of the people, if a family member suddenly died, it should have become a hot topic of discussion among the villagers after dinner, and it might even be widely spread, with all kinds of speculations and rumors flying around.

However, in this village, everything about the Zhao family seemed to be subject to some kind of taboo, and all talk about it was strictly prohibited.

fear!

Wei Ying, Xue Yang, and Lan Wangji all realized a potential possibility at the same time. Fear kept the villagers silent.

"Well, I might know a little bit..." Suddenly, a voice so faint it was barely audible rang out from the crowd. Wei Ying looked around in surprise and saw a little boy, about five or six years old, holding a piece of candy in his hand. There was a hint of fear in his eyes, as if he was trying to remember something.

"Come on, come on, little friend, come here!" Wei Ying waved the candy in his hand, as if he was luring a small fish to take the bait, hoping that the little guy would swim over.

"Come on, tell me. As long as you tell me what you know, all these candies will be yours!" Wei Ying encouraged with a smile.

"Hiss!" Even though he already had a candy in his mouth and a few more in his pocket, who would complain about having too much candy? The little boy's eyes were shining with desire, and he was obviously unable to resist the temptation of these sweets.

He did not hesitate to discard the strict warnings his parents had given him not to reveal anything casually, and said with a trembling voice: "Sister Yun and the others may be on that cliff." He pointed to the vertical cliff on one side and the sloping mountain on the other.

Wei Ying squatted down, trying to get his eye level with the little boy. He asked gently, "Erbao, how did you know Sister Yun and the others were there?" His voice was filled with concern and patience, trying to reassure the little boy. Erbao hesitated, then whispered, "I overheard what Daddy told Grandpa."

“I see.” Wei Ying gave away all the candies in his hand encouragingly.

"Erbao, you got a lot of candies." The other children looked at Erbao and surrounded him enviously.

Wei Ying smiled, took out some more candies from his pocket, and gently distributed these sweet gifts to the children around him, saying as he did so, "Go and play, kids." The children took the candies and immediately smiled brightly on their faces. They instantly forgot the envious looks in their eyes just now, and instead gathered together with laughter, chattering about how much candies they had gotten and showing off to each other, as if the whole world was filled with sweetness and joy.

"Looks like we have to go to that cliff and take a look." Wei Ying brushed the dust off his pants and turned to Xue Yang and Lan Wangji beside him and said seriously.

Xue Yang stood up, doing the same thing, the smile on his handsome face gone, and responded, "Let's go!"

“Yeah.” Lan Wangji nodded. His expression, which had softened slightly because of the children, had now become as cold as ice again.

If there is no hatred, if there is no guilt, who would bury someone on such a distant cliff!

Following the clues given by the children, Wei Ying, Xue Yang and Lan Wangji flew towards the cliff on their swords. Standing on the cliff and looking down, the cliff looked particularly gloomy against the backdrop of the setting sun.

Wei Ying, Xue Yang, and Lan Wangji found an open area to land. Wei Ying said, "Let's split up and search!"

Xue Yang nodded slightly and took a step to the left, while Lan Wangji turned to the right, and Wei Ying decided to go straight ahead. Wei Ying and Xue Yang could have used their spiritual sense to search, but in order to avoid standing out, they chose to do it on their own.

After a long time, the three returned to their original spot, and Wei Ying replied, "Did you find it? I don't have it here."

Xue Yang shook his head: "I don't have any here."

Lan Wangji: “No.”

Wei Ying looked around, thought for a moment, and said, "Did we come to the wrong place?"

Xue Yang pointed to the cliff behind Wei Ying and said, "There's still one place we haven't searched."

Wei Ying looked in the direction Xue Yang pointed. "Cliffside?"

Wei Ying was shocked and said, "That's impossible!"

Xue Yang shrugged and said, "Just go find it."

The three of them flew to the cliff on their swords, and they smelled a foul stench before they even got close.

The three were stunned by the scene before them. Rotting corpses and scattered bones hung from the cliffs. The wind blew, and the tattered clothing fluttered with a rustling sound, as if telling of a past tragedy. Wei Ying, Xue Yang, and Lan Wangji stood atop their flying swords. For a moment, no one spoke. An indescribable sense of oppression hung in the air.

Finally, Wei Ying, overcome by the stench, flew forward, declaring, "I will bury you properly." He then used a storage talisman to gather the remains. Seeing Wei Ying's actions, Xue Yang and Lan Wangji joined in, and it took the three of them half an hour to collect the remains from the cliff. Xue Yang silently assisted, his face expressionless, though a subtle sadness lingered in his eyes. Lan Wangji, on the other hand, remained calm, his movements gentle and methodical.