Wen Wan kept walking forward according to the approximate direction she had calculated, but she still couldn't find the grave even after her feet were sore. She couldn't help but feel discouraged and muttered, "I clearly calculated that he was buried nearby, so why can't I find it?!"
"...In ancient times, people would return to their roots. Could it be that your corpses were taken back by people from your sect?" Zhou Ziheng guessed with a frown.
"No." Wen Wan shook her head decisively and answered very straightforwardly.
Zhou Ziheng looked at her in confusion, "Why do you think so?"
Wen Wan explained seriously, "I don't know if it's because there's less sun and moon essence now, or what, but the demons and ghosts back then were much stronger than they are now, so the sacrifice rate in the faction was also very high."
"If every sacrificed person were buried within the sect, there would be a mountain of bones underground. The main problem is... there wouldn't be enough space!"
"So... you were all buried nearby?" Zhou Ziheng asked tentatively.
"That's not the case." Wen Wan shook her head in denial, then continued to explain: "Because the sect can't bury so many corpses, my master specially added a new sect rule."
"Except for those disciples whose families are still alive, the rest will be buried where they died. This is beautifully called 'getting up where you fell'!"
When Zhou Ziheng heard this, he burst out laughing. How could such a twisted logic be said?
Seeing him laughing like this, Wen Wan shook her head helplessly and smiled, "Although this sounds outrageous, this is indeed what he said!"
"I don't know if he's hoping those disciples will turn into ghosts and kill their enemies to avenge him or what... Anyway, we don't know, and we don't dare to ask!"
Zhou Ziheng laughed even harder after hearing this. It was indeed a bit outrageous, just as outrageous as some of Wen Wan’s remarks. They were indeed from the same family!
However... the character of his father-in-law, this old child, is really not much different from his previous life. Reincarnation has indeed changed some things, but there are also many things that have not changed.
They chatted while looking for the grave out of boredom. After about an hour, they finally saw six small mounds side by side in the distance.
"Found it! Finally found it!" Wen Wan saw it from afar and ran forward excitedly.
Zhou Ziheng looked at her back and shook his head helplessly, then ran to catch up.
When they arrived in front of the six graves, they subconsciously looked at the tombstones one by one.
From left to right, the tombstone is engraved with "Tomb of Yuanchuan, the leader of Jingming Sect", "Tomb of Zhuyue, the elder of Jingming Sect", "Tomb of Yuanqing, a disciple of Jingming Sect", "Tomb of Yuanmo, a disciple of Jingming Sect", "Tomb of Yuanchu, a disciple of Jingming Sect", and "Tomb of Wenwan, a disciple of Jingming Sect".
The whole family was here, and Wen Wan's eyes unconsciously turned red as she looked at the tombstone in front of her.
Yuan Chuan, the leader of the Jingming Sect, who was also her master and now her father Ye Chuan, brought her back from the street in tattered clothes on a cold winter day, took her in as his disciple and taught her carefully. From then on, she had a warm home.
The two senior brothers and the junior brother also doted on her extremely. The four of them were stuck together all the time, and they had to work as a team no matter what they did. It was precisely because of this... that they died here together.
Although her life is quite fulfilling now, she still feels sentimental when she stands on this familiar land and sees that the Taoist temple has disappeared and been replaced by a Buddhist temple.
These six bloody tombstones seemed to be reminding her of the fierce battle that had taken place here. What kind of monster had they fought against back then?
Although she was not anxious about what kind of monster it was, nor did she remember what happened that day, her intuition told her that the memory was very important.
Wen Wan couldn't help but recall the past again. Fragments of memories appeared in her mind again, but what followed was the familiar pain.
"Hiss—" She couldn't help but take a breath and quickly raised her hands to cover her head.
At this moment, a pair of cold hands suddenly covered her temples on both sides, gently pressing and rubbing them, "Calm your breath and concentrate, don't let your mind wander."
Zhou Ziheng's voice, like a clear spring, seemed to have the magic to soothe people's hearts. It fell into Wenwan's ears with a hint of warmth, making her unconsciously cast aside her fearless thoughts, and the unbearable pain slowly subsided.
Seeing her complexion return to normal, Zhou Ziheng gently withdrew his slightly aching hand and said softly, "You think too much. Don't always dwell on trivial matters."
“When you try your best but still can’t solve a mystery, try to let it go for a while. When you forget about it and let life take its course, perhaps the mystery will suddenly be solved.”
Wen Wan was actually a little discouraged. All the things she wanted to do before had been rewarded to some extent as long as she worked hard. But this time, no matter how hard she tried, there was no sign of success.
But she is the most stubborn of the stubborn. The more she fails, the more she wants to challenge herself. In short, she will not be satisfied until she succeeds. So she gets stuck in a dead end and can't get out of it.
In the end... I'm the one who suffers!
She thought about it and sighed deeply, then nodded and promised, "Brother, you are right. I will try my best not to think about it anymore."
I'd better not think about things I can't figure out. It's just a waste of time. For now, I should get busy with the official business first. "Time is running out, let's get down to business first."
The ending sound of "吧" was still floating in the air when Zhou Ziheng silently snatched the shovel from Wen Wan's hand.
He walked to the grave with the words "Tomb of Wen Wan, a disciple of the Jingming Sect" written on it, and thrust the shovel into the soil, then began to dig down using his hands and feet.
But... it is really not easy to dig. It would be less laborious if you dig it right after burying it, after all, the soil is loose when it is just buried.
However, these six tombs have experienced thousands of years of wind and rain, and the soil on top has long since melted again, making it very hard and difficult to dig.
Even a man like Zhou Ziheng, who is in his prime and works out regularly, was soon exhausted and sweating all over. However, he did not stop working and gritted his teeth while working hard.
Now, he was a little puzzled. Were all those tomb robbers so physically fit? Could they really just pick up a shovel and do it? Wouldn't they really die of exhaustion?
He was now somewhat despairing... If he continued at this snail's pace, could he really dig it out and bury it again before dawn? Was there really enough time?
But he can now conclude that these six tombs have definitely not been robbed.
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