The three Wen siblings don't know how they got through that night.

Even though they know in their hearts that it's all an illusion, they can't help but follow their childhood behavior and reenact what happened in the past.

When their father, who went out to sell goods, came back, he would bring them some, and they would happily circle around him.

They rushed to show their filial piety, fetching shoes, pouring water, and wiping sweat.

She was sweetly telling Wenjie how she would be filial to him in the future.

The situation changed again when the three siblings caught a cold. Wenjie pulled the cart alone, rushing towards the city, constantly reassuring them that everything would be alright.

...

As these scenes unfolded one after another, they couldn't break free even if they wanted to, remaining trapped within them until the distant crowing of roosters woke them up from their beds.

Looking at the person beside them, who was completely unaware of everything, it all seemed like a dream.

If yesterday felt like a dream, today is enough to terrify them.

The three siblings ran towards each other's houses at the same time, yet perfectly avoided each other.

It was only after a long time that the three of them bumped into each other that it was still not dawn.

"Then everything that happened last night was real," Wenli said, her lips turning white with fear. After experiencing everything that happened last night, she couldn't help but feel guilty.

The three siblings have ignored their elderly father for so many years, which is a complete betrayal of his years of sacrifice.

“What do we do now? I really know I was wrong,” Wenli said, tears streaming down her face. “Why don’t we go back and beg Father for forgiveness?”

“It’s no use. Do you remember what he said? He’s coming to see us again tonight.” Wen Tian wiped his face. “Besides, I felt cold all over when I woke up this morning. If this continues, I don’t think any of us will live much longer.”

"We're all his own children. If we beg him properly, he'll definitely let us go." Wenqing paced anxiously back and forth. "Where can we buy incense and paper money now?"

“But we really went too far before,” Wenli said, squatting on the ground and holding his head. “Dad used to be very good to us. What’s wrong with us all these years? We even find it troublesome to go back to see him.”

The Wen brothers didn't say anything, not because they were afraid of trouble, but because Wen Jie was too easy to talk to.

No matter what the three siblings said, Wenjie would always agree.

Even after the family fortune was divided, it only lasted a few days before they finally gave in to their wishes.

It was this behavior that made him the first person the siblings thought of when they encountered problems.

And when life got better, he was the first one they forgot.

Over the years, they not only had to support their families, but also deal with their wives and in-laws. Their fathers, who had always been so devoted, were inevitably forgotten by them.

Both brothers looked at Wenli. "Didn't you always go back before the New Year in previous years? Why haven't you set off this year?"

Wenli, "Are you blaming me?"

I remember the day I went to see you, thinking that I was the one who made the trip every year, and this year it should be your turn, but how did you do it?

They just dropped off some random little things and asked me to take them back with me. I was a little nervous running that road alone.

I was just thinking of picking a time to go after the New Year, but who knew…

"Then what do you suggest we do now? If you had gone back to check on things, Dad wouldn't have been waiting there on New Year's Eve. He might still be alright now." Wenqing was annoyed and blurted out the accusatory words.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's all my fault. I'm the daughter, so I have to take the blame. But don't forget that when the family property was divided, you didn't get any less than me. At that time, we all agreed to share the responsibility of taking care of Dad."

"At least I went a few times, but what about you? I think you've almost forgotten which way our door opens."

Wen Tian said, "Alright, now's not the time to argue about this. Let's think about how to solve this. Or do you want to be tortured like this every night?"

That eerie fear still lingers in his mind, and Wen Tian doesn't want to experience it again.

"What else can we do? Let's find some paper money and candles and go to the grave to pay our respects properly." Wenqing's mind started working, trying to remember where she had heard someone mention selling them.

"If someone reports this, the three of us will be dead even faster," Wenli said irritably. "I think we should go see a fortune teller and ask her to help us communicate and see what the best solution is."

Furthermore, shamans in this line of work should have no shortage of incense and paper money. If we really need these, we can just get them from her without letting many people know, which is also safer.

Both brothers agreed with Wenli's point. Wenqing said, "Where can we find a sorceress? She must be very skilled. If all else fails, we should ask her to help..."

Although Wenqing didn't finish speaking, everyone knew that they were all selfish and no one wanted to live in fear every day.

"Do you remember the one at the end of the county?" Wenli reminded them. "It's not far from our house. Shall we go now?"

"But the factory is open today..."

"Why bother with this now? Just ask someone to help you ask for two days off, right?" Wenli refused to take on any responsibility this time, so as not to cause them any trouble later.

Besides, if people found out about her consulting a shaman, it would be a huge sin, and she didn't want to bear the consequences alone.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade Wenli, Wentian had no choice but to go with his two siblings.

Hua Xiangyun was carefree in the county town, and she didn't pay attention to the time when she was cultivating. She woke up from her meditation and was about to lie down for a while when she heard a knock on the door.

"Guess who's knocking on the door right now?" Ye Ajin floated outside the window, laughing in a sarcastic tone.

Hua Xiangyun put on her shoes, thinking, "Anyway, they won't come looking for me."

I wonder when Master will be back.

Hua Xiangyun muttered to herself, but quickly tidied herself up before opening the door.

"Who are you looking for?" She recognized Wenli, but had no intention of acknowledging him.

Wenli recognized the young girl in front of him; it seemed she had visited his office before the New Year and was the one who had relayed a message.

"Little girl, it's you," Wenli greeted her nonchalantly, having endured too many cold shoulders these past few days, since his and his sister's reputations were already ruined in the area. "We're here to see Aunt Wu, is she here?"

Hua Xiangyun shook her head. "She went to visit friends before the New Year, and I don't know when she will be back."

"He's gone out!" Wenli murmured. "What a coincidence!"

Hua Xiangyun guessed their purpose and didn't intend to meddle. "Then I don't know. Why don't you come back in a few days?"

Wenli sized up Hua Xiangyun. "I wonder what your relationship is with Aunt Wu? I've never seen you before?"

Hua Xiangyun: "What? Do I need to register my household registration since I'm living here?"

"No, I was just a little curious," Wenli said, taking back the words that were about to come out. Anyone who could stay at the witch doctor's place must have a close relationship with her, so it was best not to offend her easily.