Zhu Yu only saw the two talking in hushed tones, but their expressions were rather serious. Thinking something was wrong, he hurriedly asked, "Master Jiang, what's wrong?"

Jiang Si's eyes held a complex expression, but she didn't want to spout superstitious beliefs in public, so she simply said, "Don't worry, it's nothing." If they could find the possessed Pixiu...

That night, Jiang Si did not leave.

Jiang Anyu approached Jiang Si, saying, "I want to see my mother."

Jiang Si sighed and asked, "Are you ready?"

Jiang Anyu nodded gently.

So many years have passed, and they actually had a vague premonition in their hearts, but they just didn't dare to admit it.

In fact, Jiang Si should have met Jiang Anyu's mother, Chen Lian.

During the time she worked part-time as Meng Po in the underworld, she heard the ghost messengers tell her about it.

The memorial to the weeping son is filled with parents who mourn every night, but Chen Lian stands out from the crowd.

She wouldn't cry or make a scene; she would just sit there quietly.

The ghost sighed, "The hearts of parents are all the same. She had finally had this child, but sadly she passed away before she could watch him grow up. She must have felt wronged."

Jiang Si only felt sorry at the time.

Seeing Jiang Anyu's expectant eyes, Jiang Si made her sit cross-legged on the bed.

He then muttered a few words to himself.

Jiang Anyu hadn't felt anything yet when she heard Jiang Si say in her ear, "It's okay, open your eyes now."

She opened her eyes and saw an antique-style house.

"???" Jiang Anyu said, "This looks no different from what we have?"

"Treat death as you would death. Life and death are just a cycle, there's no difference." Jiang Si didn't take her directly to the Mourning Son Monument. If she knew that her mother had been weeping there every day for twenty years, she would probably break down.

Shen Lian, who was sitting to one side, suddenly heard a voice calling her, "Shen Lian, I've brought your daughter here."

Chen Lian looked around blankly.

She seemed somewhat numb, as if she couldn't believe someone would come looking for her, or perhaps she hadn't heard that name in so long.

Jiang Si kept calling for Chen Lian to come over.

Only she could hear that voice.

That's the Memorial Stele for the Lamenting Son; if others heard it, it might cause a riot.

They are fragile and cannot withstand any disturbance.

"Chen Lian, come here, Chen Lian, come here..."

The sound continued, and it seemed to have a bewitching quality, so Chen Lian unconsciously followed the sound.

Chen Lian's appearance remained unchanged.

Over the years, Jiang Anyu has relied on old photos to reinforce the memory in her heart, and has been so busy that she has forgotten the most important woman in her life.

"Mom, Mom," Jiang Anyu recognized Chen Lian at a glance and rushed over, tears streaming down her face. "Mom, it's me, Anyu."

But Jiang Anyu has grown up and no longer resembles the little dumpling she was twenty years ago.

Chen Lian was stunned for a moment, then pushed Jiang Anyu away forcefully.

“No, you are not An Yu,” Chen Lian shook her head nervously. “No, you are not An Yu.”

"An Yu won't be here."

Jiang Si sighed, walked closer and said softly, "An Yu is not dead. I brought her to see you. She has grown up."

Perhaps it was Jiang Si's voice that had a natural ability to bewitch people, because Chen Lian finally burst into tears, went over and hugged Jiang Anyu, "Xiaoyu, it's Mom who's sorry, it's Mom who's sorry."

The two hugged each other and cried.

Jiang Si can actually understand Chen Lian.

The last time she saw Jiang Anyu, she scolded her for being disobedient and eating random things.

Their last moments on earth were unbearable.

This is also a knot in Shen Lian's heart.

She couldn't bear the thought that their last meeting would turn out like this.

Under Jiang Si's guidance, and with the help of current technology, they finally found Shen Lian's skeletal remains at the bottom of the cliff.

Jiang's father knelt there, and his appearance, which was already older than his peers, seemed to have aged decades overnight.

They were a loving couple, and he always hoped that his wife was still alive, so he never applied for her death certificate.

But after all these years, the bad news still came.

His beloved wife spent twenty years at the bottom of this dark and sunless cliff.

Jiang Anyu hugged her father's shoulders, sobbing uncontrollably, "Dad."

After Chen Lian was buried, Jiang Anyu called Jiang Si: "How is that person now?"

Jiang Si understood what Jiang Anyu wanted to ask.

She thought for a moment and said, "If I had to say, I'd probably call them living dead."

After Yang Erma abducted Chen Lian, he took the money and went on a life of debauchery. When he was drunk, he ran to the side of the road and was hit and thrown to the ground. His leg hit a stone tablet on the side of the road hard.

Yang Erma's leg broke on the spot.

The driver didn't even look, and sped away.

The place was remote, and Yang Erma was not discovered until the morning.

Yang Erma had already fainted from the pain.

Medical conditions were not good at the time, and Yang Erma's leg could not be saved, so amputation was the only option.

After staying in the hospital for a month, Yang Erma was taken home by her older brother.

But her older brother's family wasn't well-off either, and with several children to care for, her sister-in-law treated her very poorly. She was lucky if her sister-in-law even gave her a meal, let alone served her.

Because no one took care of him, Yang Erma developed bedsores and was in unbearable pain. He cried out in the middle of the night, which his sister-in-law found annoying, so she moved him to a side room where he was left to fend for himself.

Yang Erma is also tough; he's survived to this day.

He was sentenced to life imprisonment in that cage with his disabled body.

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