[Mo Dao Zu Shi Fanfiction] I Raise A Ying in Yiling

After Wei Qing carried the person away, Madam Yan led the remaining people to each hold a lit incense stick and bow before the newly built cenotaph, then placed the stick in the open space in front of the tombstone. After doing this, she called on the people brought by Old Wang to clean up the site, and then hurried down the mountain before dusk, as the desolate mountains and wilderness were not very safe after nightfall.

Knowing the gravity of the situation, the group quickly tidied up the scene and filed out of the place behind Elder Wang, who was leading the way. A slightly chilly evening breeze rustled through the bare branches and weeds, while wisps of milky-white smoke drifted gently from the numerous incense sticks burning before the tombstone, carrying the endless longing of the living for the deceased to the heavens, conveying their sorrow to those in the afterlife…

Leaving aside how Yan Niangzi and the others cleaned up the scene, let's talk about Wei Chaoyan's live stream room and netizens, who had almost no presence all day.

Previously, while Wei Chaoyan was still arguing with the enthusiastic villagers in the village, netizens were also actively complaining in the live broadcast room that no matter when or where, these relatives and gossipy old women are always a nuisance. There is no shortage of people who genuinely care about the streamer's situation, and there is also no shortage of malicious people who want to speculate about the streamer with the greatest malice.

When Wei Chaoyan directly rejected Village Chief Wei's suggestion, apart from a few dissenting opinions, most netizens' attitude was "Well done!" Then, as Wei Chaoyan continued on her way, netizens were confused by the winding, twisting paths, and sincerely sighed that modern times were better. Traveling in this primitive ancient world was really difficult, with narrow, difficult paths, and lots of weeds and dead branches. So annoying!

Of course, when Wei Chaoyan and the others began to pay their respects to Wei's parents, the live stream room fell silent. All the netizens automatically stopped talking and maintained their respect for the deceased.

A solemn atmosphere permeated the entire live broadcast room, and as the burial ceremony of Zezang and his companion's cenotaph began, a wave of sorrow swept through the room.

Wei Ying's heart-wrenching, agonizing cries not only tore at the hearts of Wei Chaoyan and Qi Ye, but also pierced the hearts of the viewers like sharp, gleaming knives. The suffocating pain made them realize clearly that the boy suffering in the live stream was no longer a flat, emotionless paper doll, but a living, breathing person with flesh and blood, capable of pain and hurt just like them, only from a different world.

The few lines in the original work that they casually mention and glance at are actually a pain that Wei Ying and other characters brought to life can never get over or let go of! However, no matter how deeply netizens and even the original author realize this problem, they are helpless to do anything about it. After all, when the original author conceived and started writing, she could never have imagined that the world she created would one day evolve into a real world and appear vividly before her eyes!

When the derivative world appeared, the timeline had already taken shape and was no longer under the control of the original author. She could no longer add, delete, or modify anything in the derivative world and could only watch helplessly as the world developed ╮(︶﹏︶)╭!

The netizens, deeply moved, watched all this in silence. When Wei Chaoyan and the others offered incense and paid their respects, they spontaneously stood up and bowed solemnly to express their reverence. Although the Zezang couple were only described briefly in the original work, their enthusiastic efforts to exorcise evil spirits for people in remote areas, their chivalrous acts, and their outstanding personal charm and approachable ideals and morality earned them a lot of goodwill. Now that the fictional world has come to life, they have become real people. As a result, their actions and character deserve such respect from the netizens.

After the cenotaph ceremony, netizens thoughtfully kept the live stream quiet to avoid disturbing Wei Chaoyan, who looked extremely tired at the moment.

Wei's parents, watching from afar as their beloved daughter went to such lengths for other parents, felt a mix of emotions. Ultimately, worry prevailed; they feared Wei Chaoyan had overexerted herself and wasted the effects of her recent daily herbal remedies. However, regardless of their thoughts, the elderly couple, unwilling to burden their daughter further, tacitly kept quiet, refraining from sending Wei Chaoyan any private messages or comments. They decided to wait until she had calmed down before having a proper chat with her in private Σ(￣ロ￣lll).

Wei Qing and the others, carrying Wei Chaoyan down the mountain, quickly left the ancestral graves and returned to where their carriage had been parked. It was already 3:45 PM, and the gray-blue sky had long since drawn back a dark curtain, obscuring all the light. The few coachmen who had stayed behind had already lit a bonfire in an open area sheltered from the wind. A brazier and earthenware pot were hanging over the fire, boiling hot water and soup, and roasting fragrant meat and steamed buns, waiting for the group of people who had come up the mountain to return so they could enjoy hot water, soup, and food.

Seeing that the drivers had everything ready, Yan Qing carried the person in her arms onto the carriage while instructing the drivers to prepare some hot water and food to be served on the carriage. After entering the carriage, Wei Qing held the drowsy Wei Chaoyan in one arm and bent down to take out a folded blanket from the compartment under the innermost seat with the other hand, unfolding it and spreading it on the open ground in front of the seat.

After laying out the blanket, he placed Wei Chaoyan on it and then shifted his position slightly to the side so that those who came up later could easily place their loved ones side by side on the blanket. Once the person was in place, he reached out and half-lifted the carriage curtain, taking the things prepared by the coachman one by one.

First, place the food box on the seats, then place a copper basin filled with half a basin of hot water on the ground, and carefully wipe Wei Chaoyan's and the others' cheeks, necks and palms with a clean cloth.

After cleaning them up, Yan He, who was closest to the carriage door, handed the copper basin and cloth to the coachman waiting in front of the door. Then, he lowered the curtain and, together with Yan Qing and the others, began to carefully feed the drowsy people, half-carrying them.

Yan Qing and the others had just finished feeding Wei Chaoyan and the others, covered them with blankets, and got off the carriage with their food boxes when Yan Niangzi and the others returned from the back mountain. The group, hungry and tired, didn't bother with formalities and plopped down by the fire. At Yan Niangzi's command to "start eating," they quickly began to devour the food.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Madam Yan saw that Wei Chaoyan and the others were sleeping soundly in the carriage and didn't bother to disturb them. She simply told Old Wang to take his men back to Wei Village and stay at the homes of the villagers they had already arranged. As for herself, she and a few of her subordinates would stay in the carriage to avoid any trouble. Of course, the driver had to drive the carriage into the village, and Yan Qing and the others had to set up a defensive barrier just in case.