Disappearing into the cemetery—that's typical of this madman.
By the time Song Liulang arrived at the Sun family cemetery on horseback, it was already past midnight.
The night wind was like a bone-scraping knife, almost blowing away the skin.
Several servants who had come with Sun Liulang were so cold that their hands and feet were stiff and their lips were bluish-purple.
The surrounding area was desolate, and the cemetery was cold and quiet.
A pair of red candles burned in front of the tomb, but they had long been blown out by the wind.
But those few strings of bright red lanterns swayed back and forth in the night breeze.
Faintly, the sound of a suona horn drifted from somewhere.
The paper money was scattered all over the ground, and people were slapping it on themselves as if they had gone mad.
The servants were so frightened that their hair stood on end.
Song Liulang forced himself to remain calm and pointed his whip at the thatched hut guarding the tomb.
"There are people inside, let's go check it out."
…
Several grave keepers were splashed with cold water in their faces, which finally brought them to their senses.
A servant stepped forward and asked, "Have you seen Young Master Shen?"
What young master?
The gravedigger's mind was a jumbled mess, and he was having a hazy dream.
The servant stepped forward and slapped him twice.
"Young Master Shen, the Young Master Shen of the Sixth Young Master."
Song Liulang's eye twitched, and he was about to strike with his horsewhip when the tomb keeper spoke.
"Yes, I've seen it! I've seen it! It's in the cemetery—"
It really is in the cemetery.
Sun Er's coffin was dug up, but it wasn't covered with soil.
Half of the coffin lid was pushed outwards.
Several people went down to the cemetery and opened the coffin.
Whoosh—Shen Qingyu, her face bluish-purple from the cold, appeared before us.
He was curled up in a ball, covered in blood and dirt, looking quite disheveled.
When Qi Su threw him down, she placed him on top of two corpses.
But it was too cold.
He was so cold he was dazed and instinctively moved towards a warmer place.
What everyone saw was him clinging tightly to Sun Er, looking as if he would follow him to the death.
The gravedigger shouted, "See? We told you long ago that it was Young Master Shen who was missing the Second Young Master. His men held knives to our throats and forced us to dig up the grave and open the coffin."
Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked by a servant of the Song family.
"roll."
Young Master Shen may be insane, but even if he is, he wouldn't beat himself up like this, crumple himself into a ball, and throw him into a coffin.
Song Liulang was not in a hurry to rescue the person.
He carried the glass lantern and carefully illuminated the scene inside the coffin.
Shen Qingyu's limbs were obviously broken, and her body was twisted together in a bizarre posture.
His face was bruised and battered, and his jaw was dislocated.
It was especially cold tonight; his hair and eyelashes were covered in a layer of frost.
It's truly... satisfying to see such a once arrogant and tormenting demon reduced to this state...
…
However, in the next instant, the young man who looked like he was on the verge of death suddenly opened his eyes.
Her bloodshot, icy eyes stared at him coldly, as if they were poisoned.
Song Liulang was terrified when those eyes glared at him.
The glass lamp in his hand swayed slightly.
He took off his fox fur cloak and roared:
"You insolent fool, what are you standing there for? Quickly rescue the young master!"
.
The morning light bathed the city walls.
Qi Su rode her little white horse back to Song Garden.
Of course, it's Song Garden. The living conditions in Song Garden are much better than those in the Changshi Mansion.
She rubbed her sore neck. The inn she stayed at yesterday was too rough; the mattresses had been slept on by countless people, and she simply couldn't lie down.
Finally, I sat cross-legged against the wall by the bedside and managed to get through the night.
I need to go back and take a shower first, then eat a piping hot fish soup noodle soup, and then go back to sleep.
She was making plans in her mind.
When she looked up, she saw a slender young man in loose robes, holding a cat, standing at the door of her guest room, under the yellow plum tree.
Today he wore a bluish-gray robe, and a layer of black fringe had grown on his head, making him look more worldly and down-to-earth.
However, his eyes and brows remained deep and cold.
Upon seeing her return, the large yellow and white cat in the young man's arms struggled to jump down from his embrace.
It meowed and circled around Qi Su.
"Cuihua, it's too cold outside the city, we didn't catch any prey..."
Not only that, Qi Su also suspected that the yellow and white cat would smell the stench of her own body.
Probably not? After all, it's only for a short while.
Even without prey, the yellow and white cat continued to circle around Qi Su's legs.
So Qi Su knew that it simply wanted to get close to its dearest human.
After all, Qi Su is much gentler than its aloof owner.
"Alright, Buddha Heart, go have some fun."
The young man spoke up.
The commanding tone was condescending. To be so heartless towards such a gentle kitten—truly a detached and enlightened monk!
The yellow and white cat looked at him, then at Qi Su.
Finally, it flicked its big tail, succumbed to the evil forces, and ran away.
The young man then turned his gaze to Qi Su's face.
Qi Su greeted him with a smile, "Master, you look even more handsome than before."
The young man had no expression.
“We met just yesterday.”
"Really? Then it must be because I miss you so much that time seems to be passing so slowly."
Qi Su walked towards her room while making frivolous remarks.
"Master, what brings you here so early? Please come in and have a seat."
Young man: "You didn't come home last night, where did you go?"
Good grief, he looks like he's here to interrogate me.
Qi Su touched her nose and mumbled, "I... have some personal matters to attend to."
The young man asked, "What personal matter?"
He was never this troublesome before.
I'm not trying to be presumptuous, but I hope I am.
Qi Su spoke the truth sincerely.
"Um, I went to my late ex-husband's wedding. Even though he's dead, he's happily remarried."
A slight, mocking smile curved the young man's lips.
The moment passed quickly, and Qi Su wondered if she had misread it.
"Oh, is it lively?" he asked.
Qi Su felt a little hairy all over her body. The masters of the past wouldn't have felt this way.
The masters of the past didn't care if she stayed out all night.
She slept in Wangyue Tower all night, and nobody cared about her.
"Well, it's alright," Qi Su said with an awkward laugh. "Respect for the dead is paramount."
She quickly changed the subject.
"Master, are you feeling unwell?"
The young man replied, "Yes, the Chongyan Gu worms were a bit restless last night. But now, they've calmed down."
Qi Su: "Would you like me to take your pulse?"
Strange, they were close enough together.
Qi Su did not sense any unusual movement from the insects.
"No need," Dao Ci refused.
"When can all the Gu worms in my body be cured?" he asked, his pupils dark, his eyes cold, and his tone indifferent.
Qi Su: ...Hmm? Why are you suddenly bringing this up? Didn't we already explain it before?
"It will take some more time. The topic is quite complex. I swear to Buddha, this is not an excuse."
The young man nodded.
He lifted his foot and walked away, brushing past Qi Su.
On the wintersweet tree beside me, the yellow bird's feathers fluttered down in the wind.
It seems he just came here briefly, passing through, and happened to check on his family doctor, Teacher Qi Su, to see if she was alright.
Qi Su stood at the door and watched him leave.
Why does today's master seem a bit strange?
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