Chapter 155 Paying Respects to Yan Yan, but the Grave is Empty?

Murong Ting paused slightly: "Have there been frequent mudslides lately?"

The shop owner nodded: "That's right, I was even thinking of closing my little shop, for fear that I might suffer the same fate someday."

"I understand, thank you for reminding me."

After leaving the store, Lin Cheng looked at Murong Ting: "Young Master Ting, shall we... go back upstairs?"

Murong Ting glanced at the towering mountain.

The soil on this mountain is fertile and very suitable for growing medicinal herbs. Years ago, he came to Jinzhen to investigate a project, but he was poisoned and fell off a cliff.

It was on this mountain that he and Yan Yan had their first encounter.

He took a deep breath and said, "Go."

Today is the anniversary of Yan Yan's death, and no matter what, he has to go and see her.

Knowing that the mountain path was difficult to traverse, the two bought hiking poles and boots at the store just in case.

After changing, we started climbing the mountain.

As they ventured into the mountains, the two discovered that the shopkeeper's words were true.

The mountain is covered with traces of mudslides, and the soil is sometimes hard and sometimes soft, so it's easy to sink in if you're not careful.

Fortunately, with the help of hiking poles, the two of them finally made it to the top of the mountain after more than an hour of stumbling and wading.

Peony Residence remains the same as always.

A simple little bamboo house surrounded by a fence.

Because no one has taken care of it for a long time, weeds have grown rampant inside and outside the fence.

Once upon a time, smoke curled from chimneys here, laughter filled the air, and the room was filled with the rich aroma of medicinal herbs—it all seemed like a dream, something that had never truly existed.

This wasn't the first time Lin Cheng had come here with Murong Ting, but each time they came, the place seemed to be a little more dilapidated than before.

He felt uneasy looking at her: "Young Master Ting, shall we go to Miss Wen's grave first?"

Murong Ting nodded, and the two followed the path from Shaoyao Residence to the backyard.

However, when they saw the grave, both of them were a little stunned.

The original location of the tombstone was now scattered by the mudslide.

The tombstone had fallen, the mound of earth had been leveled, and an atmosphere of decay permeated the surroundings.

Lin Cheng was stunned: "Young Master Ting, this..."

Murong Ting's eyes reddened, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists at his sides.

After a long pause, he exhaled and said, "Lin Cheng, find someone to repair it."

Lin Cheng carefully considered his words before speaking, "Young Master Ting, in my opinion, the feng shui of this place is not good. I'm afraid that even if it's repaired this year, it will be washed away again next year."

Murong Ting stared at the fallen tombstone, pondered for a long time, and finally made a decision: "Then let's just move Yan Yan to a new place."

Lin Cheng quickly agreed, "Okay, okay, I also think Miss Wen is quite lonely here all by herself. It would be better to go somewhere else."

Murong Ting continued, "After contacting the people who will relocate the grave, call the funeral company and have them choose a place with good feng shui and a good environment. No amount of money is a problem."

Lin Cheng nodded: "Okay, I'll take care of it right away!"

Lin Cheng is unreliable when it comes to small matters, but he is never ambiguous when it comes to big matters.

Soon, he hired several villagers from the foot of the mountain to come and move the graves.

Three or five people, carrying tools, looked at Murong Ting beside them and asked, "Boss, shall we start digging?"

Murong Ting grunted in response, stood to the side, and lit a cigarette.

The smoke rose and swirled, and the nicotine seeped into his nostrils, gradually calming his trembling hands.

When Lin Cheng returned after finishing his work, he saw Murong Ting staring intently at the other man digging a grave. He sighed and said, "Young Master Ting, there's a rock over there. Why don't you sit down and rest for a while?"

Murong Ting shook his head, his voice hoarse: "Go and sit down."

Murong Ting didn't sit down, and Lin Cheng wasn't in the mood to sit either. He could only try to comfort him: "Young Master Ting, don't worry too much. You're just moving Miss Wen to a blessed place. She won't resent you. Try to think positively."

Murong Ting said self-deprecatingly, "I'm not being unreasonable, I just feel incompetent. I couldn't protect Yan Yan when she was here, and now that she's gone, I'm making her suffer all this for nothing."

Lin Cheng was about to say something more when he was interrupted by a voice from a villager not far away.

"Boss, something's not right about this tomb!"

Both of them were startled at the same time.

Murong Ting stepped forward first, frowning, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The villagers climbed out of the pit and pointed down, saying, "Look, we've dug all the way down here, but there's no coffin at all!"

Murong Ting was stunned.

Lin Cheng, standing nearby, didn't believe it: "How is that possible? Did you guys not dig to the bottom?"

"Boss, you must be joking. Look how deep we've dug. We can see granite right now. Is there anywhere else we can dig?"

Lin Cheng looked around. Indeed, they had dug everywhere they could, so how could there be no coffin?

It can't be a paranormal event!

"Look carefully again. There's no coffin, no urn or anything. Maybe they're too small for you to see?"

The villagers sensed something was wrong and asked suspiciously, "Boss, are you kidding us? Could it be... you're trying to renege on your debt?!"

Lin Cheng: "..."

One sentence became the fuse, and suddenly all the villagers were unhappy.

"Yes, are you trying to renege on your debt?"

"Digging and digging but finding nothing, what else could this be but a joke!"

Seeing the crowd's agitation, Murong Ting said in a deep voice, "Lin Cheng, settle the money and let them leave."

Lin Cheng frowned: "But this..."

He wanted to say something, but he saw that Murong Ting had already walked towards the pit.

Helpless, he quickly paid the money, sent the villagers away, and chased after them.

The next moment, Murong Ting suddenly jumped into the pit that the workers had just dug.

Lin Cheng was stunned: "Young Master Ting, what are you doing down there? Come back up!"

Murong Ting didn't say anything. Instead, he picked up a shovel that a worker had left behind and started digging himself.

Seeing this, Lin Cheng thought to himself, "They've really gone mad."

The president of the prestigious Murong family actually came to the mountain to dig up graves!

If this gets out, it'll be headline news!

Just as he was about to call out again, he saw Murong Ting, his eyes red, throw the shovel aside.

He took a deep breath and said to Lin Cheng, "Give me a hand."

Lin Cheng quickly reached out and pulled Murong Ting up.

Finally, he couldn't help but complain, "Young Master Ting, what are you doing? If I really wanted to recruit you, I could have just asked you to do it. Why did you have to go down there yourself?"

Murong Ting closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again: "I won't give up until I investigate myself."

Lin Cheng paused, then sighed: "So how is it now? Have you seen Miss Wen's ashes?"

Murong Ting shook his head, looked at Lin Cheng with burning eyes: "Lin Cheng, I suspect that Wen Yan is not dead at all."

Lin Cheng was stunned: "Young Master Ting, why are you talking nonsense again? Miss Wen isn't dead, so where could she have gone? Did she turn into a butterfly and fly away?"

Murong Ting seemed lost in his own world, and slowly said, "I think Kong Wange is Wen Yan."

Lin Cheng's eyes widened: "Young Master Ting, you haven't fallen for the young mistress, but you don't want to betray Miss Wen, so you're making up this excuse, have you? This is in front of Miss Wen's grave! You...you're such a scumbag!"

Murong Ting's eyes were deep, and he looked eager for validation as he said, "Lin Cheng, it's true, I'm not making this up. This feeling has only grown stronger since I saw that Yan Yan's grave was empty."