Chapter 52 Wei Yin opened her eyes and turned to Wen Xuan…

Wei Yin opened her eyes and turned to Wen Xuan. Wen Xuan stood behind the messengers, neither happy nor sad, listening calmly to their words, even though they were about his own child.

The baby lay in Green Lotus's arms, wrapped in a thick, warm swaddle, still warm from the milk. Its little mouth was pale, and its tender face was bluish-purple. The child's eyes were wide open, still looking at the world, but it had already stopped breathing.

Even the silly girl, Lühe, felt some pain at this moment. She was no longer as carefree as usual, laughing and shouting. Instead, she sat blankly, holding her motionless son.

The old patriarch of the Wen family looked extremely grief-stricken. He sat at the head of the table without saying a word, only his hands were trembling slightly. Beside him sat another old man with an unnatural expression. He was dressed in the elegant attire of a scholar-official, and although he was old and frail, he still had a certain dignity.

This is the old scholar who treated the child. After retiring from his official post and returning to his hometown, he claimed that he had done some research on medicine in recent years.

Grandpa Wen still regarded Lu Hun as his eldest grandson Wenxuan. He glanced at the lifeless child and said softly, "Go and see that child. He was so young and he's already gone. It's so pitiful. My heart aches so much. I can't bear to look at him anymore."

Lu Hun remained expressionless, standing still, and glanced indifferently at the old scholar beside him.

The old scholar's face stiffened slightly.

Old Master Wen was naturally saddened and unhappy at the loss of his great-grandson, but seeing his old friend's state, fearing Wen Xuan's anger, he spoke up for him, saying, "Wen Xuan, you can't blame your uncle. Even if he hasn't studied medicine for many years, he is still a scholar with an official background. How could he possibly prescribe the wrong medicine like those quack doctors? It must be that the child wasn't fortunate enough to die at such a young age..."

Upon hearing this, the old scholar standing nearby immediately found a way to back down, and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, of course I wouldn't prescribe the wrong medicine. No wonder I felt before that this child was somewhat weak and probably wouldn't be able to grow up."

Lu Hun listened silently.

"Wenxuan, don't be sad. Even so, you can't let yourself get sick from all this grief. Go and prepare the coffin so the child can rest in peace."

Grandpa Wen nodded in agreement with his old friend's words, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with his old friend's medical skills.

Could it be that a learned old scholar is inferior to those young doctors?

At this point, Old Master Wen remembered his two granddaughters and frowned as he asked the servant who had come with him, "How are the third and fourth daughters? Were they rescued?"

The servant shook his head.

Old Master Wen sighed, then said, "Go and call the second and third wives back, and send them out for burial. Don't make too much of a fuss; it's not good for news to spread that someone died before getting married."

"Yes, yes," the old scholar said. "It's unlucky to have someone die at such an old age. We should send him away as soon as possible. Wenxuan, don't be too sad. You are still young and you and Lühe will have many children in the future. Let me prescribe some medicine for you to help you get better. Why do you look so thin now?"

Seeing that Lühe was still holding the child and refusing to let go, Old Master Wen was afraid that she was already mentally challenged and might be heartbroken by the death of the child, so he immediately ordered the servants to take her away.

Unexpectedly, Green Lotus refused to let go of the child.

She cried and bit the servant's hand.

Old Master Wen quickly gave a signal to the other servants, and they rushed forward to snatch the item. Green Lotus cried loudly as the item was taken from her, and her cries could be heard throughout the entire house.

At the same time, the sounds of servants wailing for Wen Zhu and Wen Qin could be heard simultaneously in the ancestral hall and in the courtyard of Old Master Wen.

The sound of weeping filled the air.

Old Master Wen and the old scholar remained unmoved, sitting calmly to the side.

At that moment, Wenxuan, who had been calmly observing all this, suddenly looked as if he could no longer tolerate the absurdity and stormed out of the door.

Wei Yin and Lu Hun quickly followed.

They followed at a distance behind, while Wenxuan stumbled ahead. He produced a dagger from somewhere and, while laughing and crying at the sky, used the dagger to slice off pieces of his own flesh.

He seemed to feel no pain at all.

One cut after another.

Every few steps he took, small pieces of flesh and blood would fall from the path he walked on. He seemed to have gone completely mad, walking around the entire house, smiling bitterly, and tearing flesh and blood from his own body.

Wenxuan was wearing a white robe, the blood and white intertwined, like a little bit of red in the stamen of a white flower.

Wherever he went, his flesh and blood fell.

The entire house is imbued with his flesh and blood.

Wei Yin and Lu Hun followed behind, unable to see the expression on his face, but hearing his crazed, bitter laughter and the way he tore flesh and blood along the way, Wei Yin felt a chill run down her spine, and goosebumps rose all over her body.

Finally, Wenxuan could no longer stand up, and he crawled on the ground.

Looking up again, all that could be seen in front of me was the deep, dark ancestral hall of the Wen family.

Wenxuan lay there, facing the ancestral hall, and forcefully plunged the dagger into his own heart.

Then, his mournful voice rang out in the ancestral hall.

"I am Wenxuan!!"

"I am willing to tear out my own flesh and blood to curse the Wen family, to kill off their descendants, to bring about their downfall, and to ensure that the Wen family of Huangzhou will cease to exist in this world forever!!!"

The handsome young man uttered this final curse as the dagger plunged deep into his chest. His beautiful phoenix eyes remained wide open in death, and upon closer inspection, it was clear that almost all the flesh on his body had been removed. His once slender and handsome body had become a bloody mess, leaving only a skeleton.

I wonder what kind of resentment he harbored, and how he endured countless wounds to crawl here step by step.

No one dared to imagine it.

Even though Wei Yin had witnessed it with his own eyes, he still couldn't imagine it.

Overnight, all the last generation of the Wen family perished.

It turned out that they no longer wanted to be controlled by the head of this large house for the rest of their lives.

He chose to end his life.

Wei Yin quickly grabbed the ribbon on Lu Hun's handkerchief.

...

Wenxuan got up, and his flesh and blood began to be slowly enveloped by clumps of black mist, which then filled his flesh and blood again.

He transformed back into that tall and handsome young man.

Wenxuan stared at Wei Yin, his face calm as he spoke: "Jin Nian, after I swore a poisonous oath to die back then, I never thought I would see you again. This house is an excellent feng shui site, which the Wen family ancestors found with great difficulty. It has the power to nourish qi and gather souls. My destiny is all wood, and I happened to die in a wood year, wood month, wood day, and wood hour, which allowed me to use this house to become a ghost. However, Wen Zhu and the others have completely disappeared. They can't even become ghosts. In the entire house, only I am left."

Wei Yin listened quietly to him.

Wenxuan looked up at the sky. “When I miss them, I sometimes conjure up their images and talk to them. They are all conjured up by me based on their appearances in life, almost exactly the same as when they were alive. But I know that they are all fake. They are long dead.”

Wei Yin asked, "What about Lü He? What happened to her later?"

“She was still naive, then she got sick and died. Fortunately, she knew nothing about her life.” Wenxuan paused. “But after the child died, she didn’t seem as happy as before… In this house, only I am left, and only I remember them…”

"Who said that, brother?"

An elderly man, over a hundred years old, slowly walked over, leaning on his cane; it was Elder Pei.

Wei Yin didn't react when she heard Elder Pei call Wenxuan "Brother".

Wenxuan's desolate expression softened slightly upon seeing him, and he softly called out, "Second Brother."

Wei Yin was taken aback.

Old Pei turned to Wei Yin and Lu Hun with a smile and said to them, "Yes, I am Wen Lang, courtesy name Zi Pei. After I escaped from the Wen family, I changed my surname to Pei."

Lu Hun looked at him and said, "No wonder you insisted on living in this house, yet nothing happened to you. You were the second young master of the Wen family."

Old Master Pei sighed softly, "When I was young, after leaving the Wen family, I never wanted to come back. I hated this suffocating home. Later, when I heard that my eldest brother and the others had all died, I didn't want to return to the desolate state even more. Until my old age, I always thought of the days I spent with everyone in this home, and I wanted to die with everyone, so I came back. But I never expected that only my eldest brother was still alive, and he had become a ghost..."

As Old Pei spoke, tears welled up in his eyes.

Wenxuan raised his hand to wipe away his younger brother's tears, "Second brother."

Old Pei choked up, "Big brother."

The two brothers, separated by eighty or ninety years, meet again.

My brother has already dug himself out of the dilapidated house, yet he still looks like a handsome young man.

The younger brother frequented the military and the imperial court until his hair turned completely white and his body became as wrinkled as tree bark, at which point he finally returned to his hometown.

Meanwhile, the older brother was still bowing his head, wiping away his younger brother's tears.

Wenxuan wiped his eyes and smiled, "Second brother, don't cry. Now that you're back, Grandfather is gone, but Jin Nian is here. We can finally be reunited. You should be happy."

Old Master Pei looked at Wenxuan, supported his shoulder to steady his trembling old body, and advised, "Brother, Wei Yin is not Jin Nian. If she were, she couldn't possibly be completely unaffected by what happened between you. Don't be so insistent, let these two children go."

Upon hearing this, Wenxuan's warm expression faded slightly. "No, my whole life has been a mess, except for Jin Nian. Now I have finally seen her, and I want Jin Nian."

"Big brother!"

"Don't say any more, Second Brother!" Wenxuan refused to listen. "When I was alive, I couldn't make any decisions. Now, I can finally do what I want to do. Second Brother, don't stop me."

Seeing this, Lu Hun drew his Po Jun sword and stood in front of Wei Yin.

Old Master Pei grabbed Wenxuan, still trying to persuade him. But Old Master Pei was getting old, so Wenxuan didn't dare to do anything to him. He just kept him in place and turned to find Wei Yin.

Lu Hun drew his sword and pointed it directly at Wen Xuan, "Sister Wei, you go first, I'll hold him off."

Wei Yin was worried that he wouldn't be able to handle Wen Xuan and would get hurt by him. However, Lu Hun's usually gentle tone turned cold, and he only said "Go".

On the other side, the restrained old man Pei urged Wei Yin, "Hurry up, child! My elder brother died by tearing out his own flesh and blood. His flesh and soul are now connected to this house. You can't do anything to him here, but once he leaves this house, it will be difficult for him to stay outside for long. Leave here quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Yin decisively turned around.

When Wenxuan heard that Elder Pei had told him about this matter on his own, he was so angry that his face turned ugly.

But he had no way to deal with Elder Pei, so he could only chase after him. However, as soon as he moved, a sword blade was pressed against his face.

Lu Hun looked at him quietly.

Wenxuan's face was full of anger.