"What?!" Yan Che couldn't convince himself. "These legends of immortality are fine to listen to, but how can anyone actually believe them?"
The term "Tai Sui" originates from ancient legends. At the dawn of creation, a divine object appeared in the world by chance. Because of its unique characteristics, each person's perception of this divine object differs, and no one can describe Tai Sui's exact appearance.
It is said that by eating a piece of Tai Sui (a type of rare fungus), one can escape the cycle of heaven and earth and gain immortality. However, the exact nature of Tai Sui has never been definitively determined since ancient times.
The only thing that is absolutely certain is that when Tai Sui appears, something ominous is bound to happen.
When Yan Qing left the Luo family's place, she felt completely lightheaded. Right now, there were some things she desperately needed to confirm.
She had deliberately instructed Lingxi to secretly go to a certain place for her, and she should be back by now.
When I returned to the guest house, I saw Dr. Zhang's wife's figure flash by in the distance, and judging from the direction, she should have gone to the ancestral hall.
Lingxi was indeed waiting for her in the room.
“Master, I went to the master’s bedroom in the front yard as you instructed this morning, and found this in his room.”
Lingxi handed her a thick notebook, which looked a bit like an account book.
Upon opening it, Yan Qing couldn't help but gasp.
—This is actually a major event chronicle, and it looks very personal.
Yan Qing flipped through it roughly, and judging from the wear and tear, she could tell that the notebook was at least several decades old. The pages at the beginning were severely yellowed and even somewhat brittle.
What surprised her was not the yellowed book, but its contents. The handwriting clearly indicated it was written by the same person, yet the time spanned at least several decades.
After she skimmed through it, she was even more shocked! The original marked the beginning of the year as the fourth year of Emperor Shun of Yuan, which is 1333 AD. However, the date on the copy was the tenth year of the Chenghua era, which is 1475 AD—a full 142 years had passed!
Good heavens, in terms of human lifespan, is it possible for anyone to live to 142 years old?
Moreover, he must have been an adult when he wrote this. Even assuming that Sima Yuanwai wrote it at the age of 16, he would be 158 years old today.
In that instant, Yan Qing felt her worldview crumbling. Although the apocalypse had arrived and she herself had awakened her superpowers, 158 years old was still an insurmountable barrier for humanity.
Therefore, the story of Tai Sui may not be false.
The world is already so fantastical, a little more won't make a difference.
Just to be on the safe side, she asked one more question, "Lingxi, are you sure this is Master Sima's handwriting?"
"right!"
If that's the case, the biggest secret in this house must be inextricably linked to that Tai Sui.
Counting the days, today is already the third day, and according to the clues, she can't stay until the fifth day. That means she must find out the deepest secret hidden here tomorrow.
She already has a guess: "Master Sima must be worshipping the Tai Sui in the artificial lake, and he is doing so with human bones."
After Yan Qing finished speaking to the void, she found herself still standing in the same spot.
It seems we still need to find the murderer who killed Master Sima.
"We can't worry about anything else, we have to go to the ancestral hall again," Yan Qing said through gritted teeth.
"Going again?" Yan Che was truly fed up; he had absolutely no desire to go to that place a second time.
"Go! And we have to go at night!"
"What?! No way, you go by yourself, I'm not going!" Yan Che immediately thought of the Sima Spider who had been clinging to his back last night, and shook his head like a rattle drum.
It's 8:30 at night.
Yan Qing and Yan Che lay on the roof of the ancestral hall, looking speechlessly into the hall.
"How many waves is this?" Yan Che asked in a low voice.
"Shh, once she leaves, there'll be no one left," Yan Qing whispered.
Inside the ancestral hall at this moment, there were two people, one standing and one sitting. The one sitting was still the black-robed man squatting in front of the brazier burning paper money, while the one standing was a woman she had never expected—Madam Zhang, the physician.
To be honest, she hadn't really paid much attention to Dr. Zhang's wife. Mainly because the woman was so low-key and never spoke.
They hardly interacted with anyone and always remained quiet. Of the couple, Dr. Zhang, who liked to stand out, was the more noticeable one.
"Damn, how long have these two been standing like that? I'm getting sleepy!" Yan Che couldn't help but complain.
It's not his fault; even Yan Qing herself was almost asleep. These two were acting strangely, neither of them saying a word, just standing there like that—how could it not be boring?
No, there is still some information.
Although the man in black robes kept his head down burning paper money, the doctor's wife kept staring at him, and she didn't seem tired at all during the whole day.
It seems that these two must know each other.
Just as Yan Qing couldn't help but yawn, Dr. Zhang's wife finally spoke.
"You...you still don't regret it?"
Yan Qing immediately snapped out of her daze; there was some gossip going on!
The man in black robes seemed to be giving a bitter smile. "If I said I still have no regrets, would you believe me? But now, standing in front of you, I simply can't say those words."
"Then you don't hate me?" The resentment in Dr. Zhang's wife's voice was undisguised.
The man in the black robe continued burning paper money without answering her.
Dr. Zhang's wife finally couldn't hold back any longer, and she went straight up and kicked over the brazier on the ground.
The man in black robes roared in fury, "You—!!"
Before he could finish speaking, a series of scratching sounds suddenly came from inside the coffin, a hissing sound that sounded particularly eerie in the quiet night.
Dr. Zhang's wife looked terrified and ran out without looking back.
The black-robed man who had been standing there looked excited. He walked up to the coffin and said expectantly,
"It's you. You're back, aren't you?"
The coffin fell silent instantly, as if what had just happened was merely an illusion.
The man in black robes refused to give up. He stepped forward, intending to lift the coffin lid, but the iron chain binding his waist wasn't long enough for him to reach the coffin. Helpless, he could only stand there, burying his face in his hands and weeping bitterly.
"Please, if you're not dead, please come out and see me, okay? Please?"
The coffin remained deathly still.
The man in the black robe could only collapse to the ground in despair.
Yan Che nudged her arm. "Can we go down now? After all, four groups of people have come tonight. Everyone except the two of us has already been through the rounds."
"Wait a little longer." Yan Qing's tone remained unchanged. There was someone who hadn't shown up all night.
As the moon rose above the willow branches, Yan Qing yawned four or five times, and the person she was waiting for finally arrived late.
Yan Che's eyes widened as he stared at the old man who was walking unsteadily in front of him.
"So, after all that, you were just waiting for this old man?!"
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