Chapter 79 Burial Ground: These pigs and dogs don't deserve it at all.

Is it possible that if the woman who died was dragged to be buried with him, he could pass through that gate between life and death?

When Zhou Yaren voiced this idea, Bai Yuan glanced at her expressionlessly and said, "People say that dying under a peony is a romantic death. Since you're so eager to marry into the family, I won't interfere."

The implication is: I don't care if you live or die.

Zhou Yaren: "..." He was never good with words and was always rendered speechless by Bai Yuan's rebuttal.

Perhaps it was because of his connection with Bai Yuan, who was like a karmic entanglement, that he subconsciously wanted to go along with the other party's temper. Whether it was mockery or harsh words, he couldn't take it to heart.

Perhaps he had witnessed firsthand the injustice and hatred that weighed on Bai Yuan, and the countless shackles that tore at his flesh and tore him apart. He thought he would never forget that scene in the Ghost Court, where the resentment of dying with eyes wide open almost dismembered Bai Yuan, and he was one of those countless wronged souls.

Zhou Yaren really wanted to know why Bai Yuan had to bear all this. Was it something he was born with?

This is actually quite different from the way officials handle cases. The innocent are constrained by the guilty, and the guilty are more like an unreasonable form of enslavement to her. She can be summoned by the wronged and held hostage by the guilty. Zhou Yaren wanted to ask her about her background many times but didn't dare to, for fear of being seen as having ulterior motives.

Despite being blind, Zhou Yaren astutely noticed Bai Yuan's less-than-pleasant mood and wisely refrained from mentioning the possibility again.

After Bai Yuan finished taunting everyone, he carefully spoke up again: "You're right. We went back and forth in the mass grave several times but didn't find anything unusual. So where did this malevolent aura come from? It's very likely that it's hidden in Yin Sui's Taoist temple, leaking out from the gate of life and death."

Zhou Yaren replied, "Therefore, we should find the deceased woman's burial site."

A chilling wind blew through the mass grave, rustling the tangled weeds on the graves and creating a disturbing noise. Bai Yuan looked around and walked along the mounds of graves, large and small: "Yin Sui has become a sanctuary for the deceased woman, allowing her to come and go as she pleases."

The phrase "come and go as one pleases" inadvertently reminded Zhou Yaren: "These villagers seem to have started disappearing one after another after Xiaohua's body was unearthed, so the villagers suspect that Liang Youyi kidnapped them to avenge his daughter."

Prior to this, no one had disappeared without a trace.

Bai Yuan immediately grasped the point and said, "You mean the gateway between life and death is right where Liang Taohua was buried, and it was accidentally broken by a few constables, which is why this wisp of evil energy was released to cause trouble?"

"That's right."

So here's the question: "Do you know where Liang Taohua was buried?"

Zhou Yaren said, "Liang Youyi definitely knows."

They first searched for Huang Xiaoyun's burial place in the original village, and now they are going to Fengkou Village to find Liang Taohua's burial place.

Bai Yuan decisively decided to bring Liang Youyi over, but when she made the arduous journey back, Liang Youyi refused to lead the way.

Why?

Liang Youyi had only taken a short nap when he was startled awake by the visitor. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw that Bai Yuan had returned. He immediately let his guard down and his back slumped loosely. Behind Bai Yuan, there was another uninvited guest.

Liang Youyi didn't care who the newcomers were. He only glanced at the two of them before his eyelids drooped. He leaned against the cliff wall, half-dead, with one hand on his stomach and his bloodless lips parting and saying, "I can't walk."

Zhou Yaren noticed something: "Are you injured?"

The kick to Liang Youyi's stomach was delivered by Bai Yuan himself, and it was quite forceful; it seems he used too much force and might have actually caused serious injury: "Didn't you want to find the murderer? It concerns the death of Liang Taohua..."

Liang Youyi weakly interrupted, "The murderer has been found."

"I've said before that Wang Sanhu is not..."

“Everyone in Fengkou Village is a murderer.” Liang Youyi weakly interrupted Bai Yuan twice, but his words were unusually firm. He hated everyone in Fengkou Village. In his eyes, everyone in Fengkou Village had stabbed Tao Hua in the back, killing his child. “They deserve to die. They brought it on themselves. This is their retribution!”

Bai Yuan, however, understood the implied meaning: "Retribution? What retribution?"

She didn't say what happened to these missing villagers.

Liang Youyi was momentarily stunned, as if he had let something slip, and then shut his mouth.

Bai Yuan finally realized what was going on: "You've been hiding in this cave, keeping an eye on everything Fengkou Village does. You must have seen the villagers carrying sedan chairs into the mass grave every night at midnight, right?!"

Liang Youyi turned his head away, refusing to answer, thinking that he could keep quiet by pretending to be deaf and dumb. Beside him lay Cao Dali and the others, bound hand and foot; it was unclear whether they were asleep or had been knocked unconscious by Liang Youyi using some method.

"Where did they take the sedan chair?" Bai Yuan asked. "Was it the place where Liang Taohua was buried?"

Unfortunately, she stole the wedding sedan chair halfway through, and in fact, the sedan chair had not yet been properly carried into the tomb. Zhou Yaren, who had offered herself up but refused to submit, was pulled out midway. Of course, with Bai Yuan's interference, this marriage by abducting a commoner was destined to fail.

Furthermore, once the villager who had led the way opened his eyes and "woke up," the evil aura that had been covering his seven orifices dissipated, and even if it hadn't, it wouldn't have had much effect.

Bai Yuan believed that the villagers carrying the sedan chair to escort the bride only went halfway and ended there, while the gecko-like creature clinging to the sedan chair was the one that was truly leading the groom into the mortal realm.

There was no other way. If she hadn't pulled it back in time, the sedan chair would have fallen from the height, and Zhou Yaren might have been in mortal danger. After all, it's better to kill someone so that their remains can be collected.

Upon hearing this, Liang Youyi, who had been pretending to be deaf and dumb, raised his droopy eyelids.

Bai Yuan didn't want to waste time arguing with him, but this aggrieved man had put on a pitiful show of being a father for the sake of his silly girl, which made Bai Yuan patiently try to persuade him: "Don't you think that the sins committed by those villagers have reached the point of being outrageous to both gods and men, to the point that even the ghosts and gods of the mass grave can't stand it?"

Liang Youyi opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't hold back: "Isn't that right? If people do evil, Heaven will punish them!"

I cannot agree with this statement. Such wickedness has been a recurring problem for thousands of years.

Good people endure hardship only to be hastily murdered, while wicked people who devour others without spitting out their bones live a carefree and happy life until their natural death.

The saying "kindness is often taken advantage of" is a true reflection of this world; otherwise, there wouldn't be so many grievances.

Little Dinggua and Zhou Yaren, who are just kids, didn't collude with the villagers of Fengkou Village, so the ghosts and gods of the mass grave won't distinguish between good and bad and will take them in.

"That is, you, who wishfully thought that the ghosts and gods in the mass grave were upholding justice for you and Liang Taohua."

Whether it's ghosts and gods upholding justice or committing evil deeds, what difference does it make? In any case, the result is exactly what he wanted.

"Or," Zhou Yaren interjected at the opportune moment, "do you think that Tao Hua died with resentment and has come back to seek revenge?"

Liang Youyi was suddenly taken aback: "Of course Peach Blossom died with her eyes wide open, and of course she will come back to seek revenge. Those who harmed Peach Blossom should all be buried with her."

"Like this, being carried away in a bridal sedan chair to be a ghost bride with her?" Zhou Yaren asked sharply, "Do you think they're a good match?"

Liang Youyi shuddered, his blood rushing to his head.

Do they deserve it?

These words pierced Liang Youyi like a sharp arrow, leaving him bleeding profusely. How could he not have thought of that?

They don't deserve it.

These pigs and dogs don't deserve it at all.

Suddenly, Liang Youyi was filled with rage, and even his lips began to tremble, as if he had suffered a great humiliation. Even if he died, these filthy scum should not taint Tao Hua's path of reincarnation.

Zhou Yaren's words hit Liang Youyi right where it hurts, and he then offered a few well-intentioned but ultimately inappropriate reminders.

Liang Youyi felt a lump in his throat, unable to go up or down, and finally choked, coughing violently until his face turned red and his neck bulged. Despite the unbearable abdominal pain, he forced himself to lead the way for them.

Although Liang Youyi witnessed the villagers of Fengkou Village carrying a bridal sedan chair into the mass grave in the middle of the night, he did not know why. He secretly followed them a few times, but either he inexplicably lost track of them or he suddenly lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep, only to wake up on the grave the next morning.

This was clearly also caused by the influence of bad luck.

Liang Youyi was certainly not as virile as Bai Yuan, whose Yin Sha body was impervious to evil spirits and could run rampant in the mass grave. Therefore, he had never seen where the villagers carried the bridal sedan chair, while Bai Yuan at least saw it and knew a little more about it than him.

So Liang Youyi figured out that the gods and ghosts were acting on behalf of Heaven, or that his lover had returned to seek revenge. He then stared at the villagers, watching them go to their deaths without realizing it. Wasn't this retribution?

He watched as retribution finally descended upon Fengkou Village, keeping watch day and night to vent the resentment that had seeped into his heart.

After Liang Taohua's body was discovered, it was taken to the county government office, so he didn't think to go back to see his daughter's burial site.

Generally speaking, soil is soil, and native people don't bother to distinguish what kind of soil this land is.

The grave where Liang Taohua was buried has not yet been filled in, and the soil that has been dug up shows that it is filthy.

The bottom of the pit shows the marks left by the coffin, as well as the broken rope that once bound the coffin.

Liang Youyi also said that when the grave was dug up and the coffin opened, the peach blossoms must have been carefully collected by someone.

If a simple-minded girl with no relatives were to die suddenly on the road, it would be a kind act for a passerby to dig a hole and bury her. Who would spend money to buy her a thin coffin?

Such is the state of the world. There may be many kind-hearted people, but the vast majority of people are only motivated by self-interest. Liang Taohua was truly unfortunate, never having good fortune or encountering good people from birth to death.

She was carrying the blood of an unknown father in a muddled way, and eventually became a pregnant corpse in the filthy earth. Then, she was disemboweled and the fetus was removed in the county government office, which was enough to make Bai Yuan 100% certain that this was the work of a Gu Master.

Damn it.

So many people who deserved to die didn't, while the pitiful ones who didn't deserve to die became withered bones in the underworld.

Zhou Yaren had just discovered a human skeleton in a mass grave last night, and now that the two were combined, she felt so suffocated that she could hardly breathe.

Bai Yuan glanced at him, clearly knowing what he was obsessing over again, and asked, "How is it?"

"Hmm?" Zhou Yaren turned her head after a moment.

Bai Yuanzai carefully examined the grave pit, then bent down to sniff the muddy smell: "Did we guess wrong? The foul air in the pit has almost dissipated, but we haven't found any ominous aura."

Was he wrong? Zhou Yaren tried to calm himself. It felt like a needle was pricking his temple. He tried to listen for unusual sounds that ordinary people couldn't hear, trying to trace the source by even the slightest trace of wind, just like when he found the Taiyin Dao Body in Beiqu. Zhou Yaren raised his hand, and the Wind Master's folding fan stirred up a breeze in the mass grave.

Bai Yuan straightened up: "What are you doing..."

“The wind blows through all the orifices,” he replied softly. “The wind travels everywhere and penetrates all.”

In other words, whether it's an ant hole or a mouse hole, as long as there's a hole, an opening, or a crack, there's no place where the wind can't get in.

The wind blows through the various holes, producing different sounds, just as pressing different holes with your fingers on a flute produces different musical notes.

The wind, traveling through mountains and valleys, also emits sounds that rise and fall, each one distinct and requiring the listener to discern them. However, his hearing is impaired; his ear canals are scabbed over and have not yet healed, limiting his search to only the vicinity of Liang Taohua's burial site.

“There are no villagers’ remains here either,” Liang Youyi, who had been standing to the side for no apparent reason, couldn’t help but interject, “Isn’t it Tao Hua? What exactly are you…”

Bai Yuan raised his hand and made a shushing gesture.

Liang Youyi stopped speaking halfway through his sentence.

Zhou Yaren's eyes were fixed on nothing, like a still statue. The feedback from the mountains and the earth seemed to play a continuous melody.

This is a "symphony" from the mountains and earth's crevices, only those who can hear the wind can understand it. It is not pleasant to the ear at all, and is even very chaotic and disorderly. Some of it comes from the holes in graves and coffins, which should be holes drilled by snakes, insects, rats and the like, and it makes a whimpering sound from time to time, just like a young widow crying at her grave.

Zhou Yaren tilted her head slightly, then frowned slightly, as if suddenly remembering something, and asked Liang Youyi, "Do you know where the child of the county magistrate's relative who died young is buried?"

This sudden, seemingly unrelated question left Liang Youyi completely bewildered: "What?"

Zhou Yaren said, "Didn't you say that the county magistrate had a relative whose child died of illness, and he found a ghost matchmaker to arrange a marriage for the child?"

“Ah, yes,” it was because of this ghost marriage that he discovered his daughter, whom he had been searching for for three years, had died a violent death. Liang Youyi said, “She’s buried in his family’s ancestral graveyard. What’s wrong with that? What does it have to do with the child?”

The ancestral graves of officials and gentry must be located in a place with auspicious feng shui, so Zhou Yaren did not answer but asked again: "Where is the girl who was originally to be married to that child buried?"

Liang Youyi, in a daze, led them to another pit not too far away. After wandering around and turning several times, the terrain was extremely similar to that of a desolate place full of messy graves. Even if it wasn't similar, the haphazardly covered graves with grass made it difficult to distinguish, so the people often couldn't find their own family members' graves and made several blunders by digging in the wrong place.

Upon arriving at their destination, they found, as expected, that the place of death and misfortune was not Liang Taohua's burial site, but rather the burial site of the girl who had been arranged to be married off to the county magistrate's relative's child.