Chapter 49
◎Forbidden Law, Great Luo Crime◎
Qianyang opened the Qingning backstage, and tens of thousands of people waiting in the live broadcast room jumped out at once.
What the hell is going on?
[Is someone trying to take advantage of this opportunity to mess with you? ]
[The anchor has been really popular lately. Did he offend someone?]
Weimei is about to go to college. Who is so cruel as to put obstacles in her way?
【Disgusting.】
[Luckily, the anchor is quite popular, and everyone believes what you say.]
Qian Yang said, "You should know about the life story of the eldest brother, right?"
Yang Mao once mentioned in the live broadcast room that he and his sister depended on each other.
"The two people in the video can indeed be considered their relatives, but they completely severed their relationship three years ago."
Yang Mao stepped forward and said, "I'm sorry to have worried everyone. Yang Wei and I lost our parents early on, and our uncle adopted us to get compensation. For all those years, I worked hard to earn the right to live with Yang Wei in their home... Before I graduated from university, they planned to sell Yang Wei to a fool as a child bride. I knew if I stayed there, I'd definitely face the same fate, so I took Yang Wei and ran away."
"Three years ago, Yang Wei was under so much pressure that she fell seriously ill. I had no other choice but to go back and ask them for money, but they said they had severed ties long ago and would not have any further contact." At this point, Yang Mao sighed. "I don't know why they've come to me now. It seems they want to take Yang Wei back... You all know Yang Wei's temper. She got so angry that she just cursed back."
Yang Wei stood nearby, her eyes still red. "I'm sorry for worrying everyone. I know they're older and shouldn't say such harsh words, but I really don't understand why they had the audacity to say their family felt sorry for us and blamed my brother for being impulsive and causing me so much hardship."
"When we lived with them, my brother and I had to eat their leftovers. My brother, who was in his third year of high school, had to go back and forth to school every day to cook and wash their clothes... My tuition and pocket money were all paid for by my brother doing odd jobs. They really went too far."
Yang Wei complained in an accusing tone, her eyes were red and swollen, it seemed that she had cried quietly last night.
【Fuck... so good.】
How old was Wei Meimei when Big Brother was eighteen? He actually wanted to sell her off as a child bride?
[How shameless! No wonder the eldest brother ran away with his sister.]
[Good fellow, raising two nephews and nieces for compensation, and then taking them over as slaves? They ignored them for so many years, and when they were desperate and asked them to borrow money for medical treatment, they cut ties with them. Now, look, my sister Wei ranked second in the province, got into Peking University, and they saw her doing a TV interview, and they want to take her back to become relatives. Isn't that disgusting?]
[What were you two doing before? If you had been nicer to Big Brother and Little Sister, would you have been?]
…
[Emm, they even deliberately edited the video and used it to blame the reporter.]
[Luckily it was Master Qianyang. If someone else encountered this kind of thing, they wouldn't be able to explain it, and it would affect the school. Would Sister Wei still be able to go to college?]
[The intention is too sinister! ]
【Get away from me, old man! 】
After Qianyang and the other two explained in the live broadcast room, they were immediately moved to other platforms by the audience.
Although some netizens still think that Yang Wei should not say such harsh words to the two families and it is too disrespectful, more netizens can understand Yang Wei's feelings.
Afterwards, some onlookers that night released the full video, and the situation gradually calmed down.
"Would you like to stay home and rest tonight?"
It was almost time to meet Daliu, so Qianyang packed up his things and asked.
Yang nodded with red eyes, "I'm going."
"Okay, let's go."
Yang Mao looked at the several large bags of things they had prepared and asked, "Didn't they say it was in the suburbs? How are you going to get there? I'm free right now, so I'll give you a ride."
Qian Yang said: "No need, Da Liu has borrowed a car, we can go there by ourselves."
Yang Mao nodded without any hesitation, then glanced at Yang Wei and said in a low voice, "Master, Yang Wei..."
"It shouldn't be anything."
"Ah...then please be careful."
"Um."
The three of them came to the gate of the community carrying a few bags of things, and Daliu had already parked the car.
He stared at them in astonishment and said, "Sister Qianyang, are you... moving?"
Qian Yang said, "We plan to rest there for one night and come back tomorrow."
Daliu couldn't help but give them a thumbs up and sighed, "You are the only ones who can do this in the haunted holy land."
A few people got in the car, said hello to Yang Mao, and the car set off.
On the way, Yang Wei's mood had improved a little, and he asked curiously: "Brother Daliu, what is the haunted holy place?"
Daliu explained while driving, "It looks like a cemetery. It's very strange. The fans only sent me the address. I won't know the details until I go there."
"It takes more than an hour to get there from here. You should take a rest and recharge your batteries."
Yang Wei yawned and leaned against the car door. She was indeed a little sleepy. It seemed that she didn't sleep well last night.
Qianyang took a nap in the evening and didn't feel very sleepy now.
Yang Wei specially downloaded several horror movies on her tablet. Qian Yang picked one at random. After calculating the time, he found that he had almost finished watching it by the time he arrived.
Qianyang put on his headphones, and for a moment the carriage was extremely quiet.
This horror movie highlights sensory stimulation, various bloody and terrifying scenes, accompanied by weird and gloomy music. The plot has no logic and is far inferior to "Replay".
After seeing the latter part, Qianyang, who was not sleepy at all, was almost coaxed to sleep by it.
Finally, the vehicle stopped at the foot of a foggy mountain.
Daliu opened the window and looked out. The moonlight enveloped the mountain, and the lush forests stood there silently and firmly like warriors who would rather break than bend.
From time to time, animals passed by the slope, and some broken soil fell down with a rustling sound.
"Sister Qianyang, we're here." Daliu said.
Yang Wei and Sang Chen also woke up from their sleep.
Qianyang turned off the tablet, took off his headphones, opened the car door and walked out.
It was late at night. A winding path circled the mountain with no end in sight. Darkness shrouded both sides of the road like a shadow. No one knew where this path led to.
The other people got off the bus one after another. Daliu brushed the goose bumps on his shoulders, put on his shirt and jacket, and said with his neck hunched, "Why does this place feel so gloomy?"
"Master..." Sang Chen walked behind her and called softly as if he had noticed something.
Qianyang pursed his lips and said, "It's not a feeling."
Daliu paused, his expression slightly stiff. "No, no way? There can't really be anything here..."
Qian Yang said: "I don't know if there is one here, but there must be one on the mountain."
Daliu: “…”
Although he often used things like ghosts for live broadcast effects, he had never actually encountered one.
Even though he believed in Qianyang, as long as it didn't happen to him, he was a staunch materialist.
That's why he can explore various places where strange legends are spread.
Having said that, Daliu had already known Qianyang's authority, and what she said would definitely not be false.
Daliu swallowed his saliva and looked at the master and disciple who remained calm. They didn't seem to be afraid...
Yang Wei is a girl, and she’s so young. She should be scared, right?
Daliu turned his head to look at Yang Wei. As long as he was not the only one who was afraid, it would be good to have someone to keep him company.
Yang Wei handed him a plastic bag filled with snacks and said, "Brother Daliu, please help me get it. There's also a self-heating hot pot in here. We can eat it when we get hungry later."
Daliu subconsciously took the plastic bag and looked at her suspiciously.
Is it his illusion?
Didn’t Yang Wei hear what Master Qianyang said?
There's that kind of thing in this mountain!
That's the kind of dirty stuff!
It really exists!
But why does Yang Wei look so calm?
Even with some anticipation and excitement.
"Brother Daliu, they've gone in, let's follow them."
After saying that, Yang Wei chased after him with another bag of things.
Daliu looked at her in confusion, wondering if she wasn't afraid at all?
Yang Wei took a few steps and heard no movement behind him, so she turned to look at him, "Brother Daliu?"
“…Ah?” Daliu was slow to react and seemed reluctant to move.
Yang Wei looked at his pale face, and understood. She turned back and pushed him forward, "You walk in the middle, and I'll be the rear guard."
Daliu was pushed stiffly onto the path by her and asked in shock, "Weiwei, are there really ghosts here?"
Yang Wei opened her eyes wide, hearing the tremor in his voice, and nodded mischievously, "Yes, she's walking in front of you."
Daliu: “?”
It seems that he still doesn't know about Qin Shuyi.
Seeing his trembling appearance, Yang Wei chuckled and said, "Don't worry, she said she will protect you."
Daliu curled his lips and said to the empty seat in front of him: "...Thank you."
Yang Wei laughed and said, "Let's go, my sister is here. Even if there are ghosts, they won't dare to come near us."
Daliu scratched his head and quickly followed.
Qianyang, who was walking in front, seemed to have a purpose and knew where to go without being reminded by the crowd.
They kept walking on a remote path surrounded by weeds, as if no one had walked there for a long time.
"This shouldn't be a main road." Yang Wei wiped the sweat from his forehead and shone the flashlight around. Everywhere he looked, there was endless woods. Animals shuttled through the forest, passing by trees and dead branches on the ground, making rustling sounds.
Moreover, the further up the mountain you go, the cooler it feels.
Ever since he learned that there were dirty things on the mountain, Daliu was often startled by sudden movements.
After hearing Yang Wei's words, Daliu explained, "It seems that there is a family living in this mountain. They got permission from the government to build a road on the mountain. Without their permission, you can't go up the mountain from there. So, fans asked us to take this small road."
Yang Wei was stunned for a moment and asked, "Are you sure it's not possible to go up the mountain from the main road, or is it not possible to go up the mountain at all? I feel like no one has ever walked this road."
Daliu hadn't thought about this question before. After thinking for a few seconds, he said, "That shouldn't be the case. This mountain isn't private property..."
"It seems like we can buy the usage rights, Brother Daliu, you won't be cheated by your fans, right?"
After she said that, Daliu became a little uncertain.
"No, no way? Isn't this a haunted place? Besides us, there must be others who have been here..."
Qianyang walked in front, turning a deaf ear to their conversation.
After passing several overgrown paths and turning a corner, and pushing aside the branches growing at the exit, the view suddenly became open.
"This is……"
Seeing the scene in front of him, Daliu took a breath.
They stood at the foot of a hillside. The moonlight sprinkled on the ground, illuminating the hillside. Dense gravel covered the ground. Looking around, there were dozens of damaged tombstones standing on the hillside. Yellow earth piled up into small hills beside the tombstones, and the ground was full of pitch-black holes.
Seeing this scene, Qianyang's heart sank.
She walked on without saying a word, past the open graves and up the hillside.
Looking in one direction, she saw a familiar building.
She had been to this place before.
To be precise, she had been to this place in her dreams.
At this time, Yang Wei and the other two followed her up.
Yang Wei followed her gaze and found a house standing on the ground in the distance. His expression suddenly changed.
"Is that... Mr. Song's old house?"
The building crawling on the ground in the darkness was the house where Song Yunli raised resentful spirits, which Qianyang had once taken her to visit.
"What's wrong?" Daliu asked in confusion.
Qianyang frowned and looked at the dug graves on the ground. He counted them one by one and found that there were exactly nineteen graves, no more, no less.
Not only were the graves dug up, but more than half of the tombstones had been destroyed.
"Who told you to come to this place?" Qianyang turned around and asked.
This cemetery should be where the Song family's ancestors are buried, and it is also where Song Yunli's mother and brother were buried alive.
This is definitely not a place that ordinary people can enter. How could Song Yunli be so careless as to let someone discover this place?
It couldn't be a coincidence that the current led them up the mountain via the path.
Seeing Qianyang's serious expression, Daliu stopped pulling out his phone and explained, "After we had dinner last night, a fan recommended this place. He said it's often haunted. The grave was fine one day, but the next day the grave was dug up and the coffin disappeared. He recommended that I come with you... maybe we can find something."
Qianyang pursed her lips. Daliu had a live broadcast last night and she also appeared in the live broadcast room.
That person did it on purpose.
The old house of the Song family is located on this mountain. Except for members of the Song family, ordinary people cannot enter.
Then, anyone who knows that this path leads to the Song family cemetery must be someone who has a connection with the Song family.
Someone deliberately asked her to come with Daliu. Did they hope that she could find out what Song Yunli was doing?
Or... discover that there are other secrets hidden here?
Why? What is the purpose?
"Sister Qianyang..." Daliu looked at her nervously, "Should we... not come here?"
"Yeah." Qianyang nodded.
No matter what the reason behind them making them come here, Qianyang didn't think it was a good thing.
Qianyang looked at the damaged tombstones and more than a dozen dug-up graves on the ground, recalling the scene he had seen in his dream, and walked to the second to last tombstone on the right in the first row.
In the dream, the mother and son were buried under this grave.
Qianyang half-knelt down to examine the half-damaged tombstone, and Sang Chen immediately shone the flashlight over it.
The upper part of the tombstone has been broken into pieces, and only the word "tomb" can be seen.
This tomb also had a dark hole dug out. Unlike the other dozen or so tombs, this hole was obviously smaller than the others.
Sang Chen looked at her solemn expression and searched for something near the tombstone.
Finally, he bent down, picked up a piece of tombstone that had fallen to the ground, and handed it to Qianyang.
When Qianyang saw the thing on the stone, his pupils suddenly shrank.
There was a photo of a sheepdog sitting on the ground, looking directly at the camera.
This is actually the grave of a pet dog? !
No wonder the coffin in the dream was so narrow. Song Yunli’s mother could only curl up on top of the coffin holding her young son.
"Using a dog to support the corpse..."
Qianyang frowned and thought.
The Song family forced the mother and son to walk into the grave voluntarily and buried them alive. Why didn't they even prepare a separate grave, but buried them in the Song family cemetery?
What is their purpose? What do they want to do?
There is a similar spell recorded in "Shanhaiwai Zhuan".
However, this method is a forbidden method.
“Who is it?!”
Just then, an angry shout came from behind the hillside.
Everyone was startled and looked back. A group of men in black surrounded them in a well-trained manner.
"It's over..." Daliu said in horror.
Did they discover some secret?
Qianyang looked at the dug grave at his feet, feeling a little heavy-hearted.
"I want to see Song Yunli." Qianyang said.
The leading steward paused and asked in shock, "Master Qianyang? Why are you here?"
The person who came was the butler whom he had met several times before.
Qian Yang said: "It's a long story, take me to see him first."
The housekeeper glanced at the remaining three people and saw that they were carrying plastic bags filled with things for the outing. He had a vague guess in his mind and lowered his head and said, "Please follow me."
"Um."
Following the butler, they returned to the old house.
“Master…”
When they reached the door, Sang Chen suddenly grabbed her and said seriously, "There's something in here."
Qianyang glanced at him and said, "It's okay."
Daliu looked at the gloomy old house and had a premonition that he might have gotten into trouble. He walked behind Yang Wei, lowered his head and looked submissive, trying his best to reduce his presence.
After entering the gate, the butler led them directly to the door of the study.
“Knock knock—”
The housekeeper knocked on the door.
"Come in."
After a while, a faint voice was heard from the room.
Qian Yang turned around and said to the others, "Wait for me outside."
"good."
Qianyang opened the door alone and walked in.
The lights in the room were dim. Song Yunli sat in the shadows with her hair loose and some moisture on the ends, as if she had just washed it not long ago.
At this time, Qianyang was in no mood to admire his beauty, and asked directly: "Did you do this?"
Song Yunli was slightly startled. "What?"
Qianyang frowned even deeper, "Who could that be..."
Song Yunli said, "I was just about to ask the master why you came here so late at night."
"If you want to come, just let me know anytime."
There was really no need for Song Yunli to do this.
Qian Yang said: "I'm sorry, someone led me here tonight, and I didn't come in from the main road, so I didn't know this was your home."
The last time they came here, it was Song Yunli’s driver who drove here, and Qianyang and the others didn’t know the exact location.
Song Yunli narrowed his eyes slightly, "Someone led you here?"
"Yeah, probably so I can find out what you're doing?"
Since the person behind the scenes was not him, Qianyang let down his guard.
In fact, she also knew that Song Yunli would not do such a thing.
If he wanted to know what had happened in the Song family, he could just tell Qianyang directly.
She found a random place to sit down and said, "I came from the path to the west."
Song Yunli frowned slightly, "The path to the west?"
Thinking he didn't know the exact location, Qianyang explained, "It's in front of the right side of the cemetery. There's a small path."
Song Yunli said, "That road has been abandoned for many years, and not many people know about it."
"The range should be easy to lock, right?" Qian Yang looked at him with his chin in his hand. "You'd better be careful."
Song Yunli raised his eyes and looked at her, "Thank you."
"They lured me here, probably hoping to use me against you. After all, 'Not Reincarnating' is a forbidden technique, and Xuanmen disciples generally won't tolerate anything that could harm future generations."
Song Yunli looked at her, the light reflected in his eyes like amber.
"I'm not an ordinary Xuanmen disciple, and I like you, so I won't interfere in your affairs." Qian Yang shrugged.
Ever since that conversation on the roadside that day, Qianyang no longer avoided anything.
Even the last two words of "I like your face" were omitted.
Song Yunli seemed to be choked by something, and a subtle sense of unnaturalness appeared on his face.
I think, given his personality, no one would have the chance to say this to his face.
And he said it so frankly and as if it were a matter of course.
Qian Yang continued, "However, if they can lead me here, they can naturally lead other Xuanmen disciples here as well. You should be more careful in the future."
Song Yunli straightened his expression and said, "Thank you, Master Qianyang, for the reminder."
Qianyang waved his hand and said, "Just call me by my name."
"……good."
"Besides that, I want to ask you something else." Qian Yang said.
Song Yunli nodded and said, "Please speak."
"Do you know why the Song family forced your mother to death?"
Hearing this, Song Yunli gradually narrowed his eyes.
"Since you asked me this, you probably have an idea in mind." Song Yunli said.
Qian Yang looked at him helplessly, "I have some guesses."
Song Yunli looked away, and his eyes became empty again.
"The reason why the Song family has remained standing till now is not glorious." Song Yunli's tone was calm, without any emotion.
Qianyang nodded, motioning him to continue.
The light was blocked by his eyelashes and could not enter his eyes, making it impossible to distinguish the colors.
"The Song family can be traced back hundreds of years. They were just ordinary merchants. Later, something unfortunate happened, and most of their wealth fell into the hands of outsiders. Over a hundred years ago, the head of the family went into business, trafficking in arms, which eventually evolved into trafficking in organs... In fact, it's more than that. Back then, the Song family was the middleman for all the gray industrial chains in the country. If those things were exposed, the entire Song family would be shot dozens of times."
"During the turbulent times, the Song family once held the lifeline of the entire nation in their hands. They had their way, had no regard for the law, and committed crimes that would take days and nights to recite."
"Later, when the turmoil ended, the Song family turned from black to white, cleansing themselves up and becoming a large family that has been engaged in business for generations."
Song Yunli pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a hint of sarcasm, and said, "They have done so many evil things, and they have never received any retribution."
"However... the only thing that can be called retribution is that starting over a hundred years ago, every twenty-eight years, a mother and son would die in the Song family."
Qianyang pressed his fingertips against his palm and held his breath.
"Without exception, those deceased mothers and children must have lived in this old house from the day their youngest child was born until their death."
"It's like... a sacrifice."
"The woman who gave birth to the Song family's bloodline and the young son who also carried the Song family's bloodline were sacrificed to atone for the sins of the Song family."
"To make them bear more guilt and remain in pain and struggle until their death, burying them alive is the best way."
"It is because of this that the Song family has been able to survive to this day."
Qianyang's face was gloomy and his lips were tightened.
This is exactly the forbidden technique in "Shanhaiwai Zhuan" that is almost as famous as "not being reborn" - Daluo Zui.
Offer your daughters and children to Daluo to avoid their guilt and never be destroyed.
【Author’s words】
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