So satisfying! The Great Demon King wiped out everyone equally!

After Granny Zhang left, Fang Yuwan suddenly remembered something and hurriedly asked Madam Fang, "Mother, is that Guixi Pill really that powerful? My eldest brother took it a day early to make the effect more realistic, and it's been three days now. Will he be alright?"

Madam Fang waved her hand and comforted him, "Don't worry, just in case, I've secretly ordered several vents to be made in the coffin. Even if your brother wakes up early tonight, he'll have enough air to breathe and will be fine. Tomorrow morning, we'll move your brother's body out to avoid any unforeseen complications."

"That's good."

As night fell, Granny Zhang, accompanied by several servants, cautiously approached the entrance of Shangqing Courtyard once again.

She was now a completely different person from the arrogant and domineering woman she had been yesterday; her eyes were filled with guilt and fear. She walked tremblingly to the guard, her voice unconsciously lowering: "My mistress instructed that she would like to invite the young mistress over for dinner as a family, and to discuss the arrangements for the young master's burial tomorrow."

The guard remained indifferent, not even lifting his eyelids, and simply replied coldly, "Understood."

When Granny Zhang realized that the message had been delivered, she felt as if she had been granted a pardon and hurriedly led her servants away in a flash.

The guard turned and went into the courtyard, reporting the matter truthfully to Cang Lan.

Lian Qiao, standing to the side, couldn't help but snort coldly, saying with a face full of disdain, "Miss, look at the Fang family mother and daughter. Just a few days ago, they were so mean and sarcastic towards us, but now that they can't get the better of us, they immediately changed their tune and are rushing to curry favor. Their ability to change their faces is faster than flipping through a book!"

Cang Lan lazily stood up from the couch, stretched, and sneered: "Hmph, since they're so sincere, I'll see just how shameless they can be."

After saying that, her eyes fell on the bright red dress in the room, she pointed at it and said to Lian Qiao, "Lian Qiao, help me change. I'll wear this one; it's festive."

Lian Qiao understood immediately. The two, mistress and servant, paid no attention to the fact that a funeral was being held in the mansion. After tidying up, they swaggered towards Madam Fang's courtyard.

As soon as she stepped into the courtyard, Madam Fang greeted her with a beaming smile, feigning a kind and benevolent demeanor, and affectionately called out, "Yunqing..."

Before she could finish speaking, her gaze fell on the bright red dress on Cang Lan, and her smile froze on her face.

Fang Yuwan was already seething with anger, and seeing Cang Lan's arrogant attitude, she could no longer hold back and was about to rush up and argue with him.

Mrs. Fang reacted quickly, pulling her back to her seat and giving her a subtle wink, signaling her not to act impulsively.

Madam Fang forced a smile and continued, "Yunqing, I was so sorry for you the other day. It was all my fault. You even wanted to die for Hong'er. I know you were truly devoted to him. Hong'er in heaven must be very gratified."

As she spoke, her gaze intentionally or unintentionally swept over Cang Lan's neck. Seeing no signs of hanging, she knew that the scene just now was all an act put on by the master and servant, but she still blatantly lied.

"Your mother and Yu Wan were just overwhelmed with grief because they suddenly lost their son and elder brother, which is why they spoke without thinking. We hope you won't take it to heart and can be more understanding."

Seeing that Canglan didn't have any particular expression, Madam Fang continued, "Now I know that you are a kind and righteous girl. My son is so lucky to have a wife like you. I sincerely hope that you can stay in our Fang family and adopt a child for my son, so that he can have an heir."

Canglan seemed not to hear, her expression indifferent, as she straightened her sleeves.

Seeing this, Madam Fang quickly gave Fang Yuwan a wink and urged, "Yuwan, hurry up, offer your sister-in-law some tea and apologize."

Fang Yuwan almost gritted her teeth to pieces. Reluctantly, she picked up the teacup and said with a forced smile, "Sister-in-law, I was wrong these past few days. It's all my fault. I've been spoiled by my older brother since I was little, so I'm inevitably a bit arrogant. But my feelings for him are genuine. I hope you won't hold it against me and will forgive me this time."

Cang Lan stared at Fang Yuwan with a half-smile, a hint of mockery in his eyes, and slowly said, "Didn't Madam call me here today to discuss the arrangements for the general's burial tomorrow? I remember that the mourning period is usually seven days, so why the rush to bury him tomorrow?"

Fang Yuwan's fake smile vanished, and she reluctantly put the teacup back on the table, feeling angry but not daring to vent her frustration.

Madam Fang quickly explained with a smile, "This was specially calculated by a master from the temple. He said tomorrow is an auspicious day for the burial, so that Hong'er can have a smoother journey."

"In that case, it seems I have to see him one last time tonight. After all, we were husband and wife, and now we're saying goodbye forever. I have to see him one last time."

Upon hearing this, Madam Fang's expression changed drastically. She was secretly anxious, fearing that Fang Yuhong would wake up early tonight and the matter would be exposed. She quickly waved her hand and said, "Yunqing, you are still so weak today, and you have just gone through such a thing. You should not go. It will only cause you more grief."

Canglan feigned regret and asked insincerely, "Are you really not going to open the coffin again to take a look? Maybe if I do, I'll feel a little better."

Madam Fang's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, but she tried to remain calm and said repeatedly, "No need, no need. The master has calculated that since the coffin has already been closed and the burial is tomorrow, it is not advisable to open the coffin now, lest we offend the gods."

Cang Lan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, and he said, "Alright then, let's do as Madam says, no need to open the coffin."

Meanwhile, inside the sealed coffin, the blood from the holes Cang Lan had stabbed into Fang Yuhong's body had long since dried, forming dark red scabs on his skin.

But when those venomous creatures like spiders, scorpions, and centipedes were hungry, they would bite his body indiscriminately, and when they were thirsty, they would drink his blood and flesh.

If it weren't for the effects of the Rejuvenating Pill keeping him in a state of suspended animation, he probably would have been awakened long ago by the excruciating pain.

……

As dawn broke, just past the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), with only a hint of pale light appearing on the horizon, the Fang residence was already bustling with activity.

The funeral procession prepared to depart in a grand procession, with cries that shook the heavens and were accompanied by the low, mournful sound of horns, which sounded particularly sorrowful in the quiet morning.

Fang Yuhong, inside the coffin, was awakened from his muddled consciousness by the commotion. He heard cries and the low, mournful sound of horns, and guessed that today might be the day of his burial.

Although he was slowly regaining consciousness, he hadn't yet regained control of his body. For some reason, he kept feeling a slippery, cold, and terrifying sensation on his neck, and waves of pain surged through his body, one after another, endlessly. He could only endure it, every second feeling like torture in hell.

Canglan, dressed in plain white, pretended to be heartbroken as she followed the funeral procession.

She had long suspected that Fang Yuhong had awakened. The journey was long enough for Fang Yuhong to experience the agony of near-death in the coffin.

……

Immediately afterward, Fang Yuhong, inside the coffin, could no longer breathe. At the same time, he felt the coffin being buried by soil. He struggled desperately, but could not budge it an inch, and could not make a sound.

His eyes were unfocused. It wasn't that they had prepared an airway for him, but why couldn't he breathe at all now...?

Is he really going to die here?

In a moment of regret, he regretted listening to Lin Shuang'er's suggestion to fake his death. If he had married both of them, the money and the beautiful wife would have been his...