Chapter 114 Wedding and mourning (45)
Although Ye Li advised Yan Shixun to take a short rest first, after Yan Shixun had a short rest and recovered some strength, he immediately walked towards the room where the program crew was.
The entire row of rooms was silent. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of several rooms that had no curtains drawn, Yan Shixun could see the people inside lying peacefully on their beds, seemingly sleeping soundly and without any harm.
Before going to bed at night, Yan Shixun specifically reminded everyone to lock the doors and windows, so when Yan Shixun tried to push open the door, he found that it was locked, but this did not stump Yan Shixun.
Because his arm was injured, every time he raised his hand was a test of his will, so Yan Shixun did not waste extra energy on trivial matters such as unlocking a lock - although he had already learned a lot of lock-picking skills when he was walking around the streets and interacting with all kinds of people.
The moment he whispered the spell, the door unlocked.
Yan Shixun was like a large cat walking on its paw pads, fierce and powerful yet also agile and flexible. He entered the room so lightly that he made no sound at all.
Zhang Wubing was still sleeping in bed. He even covered himself with too many layers of quilts because he was afraid of the cold. It seemed that his emotions in the dream were too intense, causing him to break out in a sweat. He kicked off the quilt unconsciously, and his dishonest sleeping posture exposed a small part of his soft and white belly.
Yan Shixun lowered his eyes to take a look, sneered and thought: This idiot almost never woke up again and he didn't even know it.
He raised his hand and roughly threw the quilt that had fallen on the ground back onto Zhang Wubing, accurately covering Zhang Wubing's belly.
Ye Li leaned against the door, watching Yan Shixun's actions, his eyes darkened.
"You seem to be too nice to this stranger named Zhang Wubing?" Ye Li's voice was calm, without too much extra emotion, like a normal chat between friends: "Do you like him?"
Yan Shixun immediately looked towards Ye Li with a look that could be described as horrified.
Ye Li frowned slightly: "Why, did I guess it right?"
His eyes suddenly became cold and gloomy when he turned to Zhang Wubing. His gaze was as sharp as a blade that had seen blood, and it fell on the top of Zhang Wubing's head.
Zhang Wubing seemed to sense something and twisted his body uncomfortably.
Yan Shixun was surprised and asked: "Ye Li, do you have a nickname called Ye Youbing?"
"I'm helping Zhang Wubing keep his life alive. After all, with his physical condition, he might die any day."
Seeing that Zhang Wubing was fine, Yan Shixun walked out of the room and said nonchalantly, "I just owe him karma."
Ye Li raised his eyebrows, but his heart inexplicably relaxed. His face, which was as cold as a snowy mountain on a winter night just now, was now filled with smiles again.
"Since you keep defending him, I'm curious, how much karma do you owe him?"
——I also want you to owe me so much karma.
No, I want more, a thousand times more, until even heaven and earth can't snatch you away from me.
Yan Shixun did not notice Ye Li's hidden thoughts. He just paused when he heard this question, and then walked forward as if nothing had happened.
"When my master died... it was Zhang Wubing who helped me."
Ye Li's smile slowly faded. He looked at Yan Shixun's face, which seemed to show no emotion when he mentioned this matter, and said softly, "Your master is a strange man. He will live forever with the great Dao of heaven and earth."
Yan Shixun raised his eyelashes and looked at Ye Li, with a slight smile on his lips: "No, you are probably wrong. I have no regrets about my master's death."
"There are sixty-four hexagrams, but man cannot be perfect. He has reached his time and has achieved perfection in his own Dao body. For him, everything is just in the right time."
Yan Shixun chuckled, and a trace of nostalgia seemed to well up in his eyes: "After all, he is Li Chengyun, how could he not predict his own death..."
He didn't finish his words as he smiled and shook his head, then walked past Ye Li who was leaning against the door.
Ye Li subconsciously reached out and grabbed Yan Shixun's wrist.
In a trance, Ye Li saw the only ghost exorcist in the world. He seemed to be as free and easy as a cloud, as if he would disappear into the distance in the next moment, and no ghosts or gods could track him.
This made his heart beat out of rhythm for the first time in thousands of years, and he felt panic for a moment. Only when his palms touched Yan Shixun's skin did his inner restlessness and violence calm down and he returned to calm.
Yan Shixun had just taken two steps when he was pulled back by a strong force. He hissed because his wound was pulled. Then he turned to look at Ye Li, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and asked him with his eyes what he was going to do.
"Feel sorry."
Ye Li also came to his senses under this gaze, and immediately loosened his grip on Yan Shixun's wrist, offering his arm instead, and said naturally without blushing or beating his heart: "I wanted to help you, but I didn't control my strength well."
"...You treat me like porcelain?"
Yan Shixun was somewhat speechless: "Before I met you, was I still waiting for someone to save me when I was injured? Did I stop doing anything?"
It was a normal joke, but Ye Li lowered his eyes and said in a chilling voice, "Were you often injured before?"
"You make it sound as if you have never been in this circle before."
Yan Shixun sneered and said nonchalantly: "When dealing with ghosts and gods, how can we expect those beings to be kind? Isn't it common to get hurt?"
"Besides, I am a freak in this industry. I openly do not follow the rules of the industry. Sometimes I even go against the principles of heaven and earth and send murderous ghosts to reincarnation. I protect people, but I also protect ghosts. To me, there is no absolute distinction between humans, gods and ghosts."
"Many colleagues say that my behavior is totally inconsistent with 'moderation' and 'ruoshui', and sooner or later I will die in a place where ghosts gather."
When Yan Shixun talked about the rumors about himself, his expression did not change at all, as if he was talking about other people's stories and life and death: "But they are right. After all, those evil spirits who only remember hatred, how can you expect them to listen to you just by talking or reckless kindness? How can you suppress evil spirits if you are not fierce? It is normal to get hurt a little."
Ye Li slowly tightened his hand around Yan Shixun. He lowered his eyes and looked at the handsome and calm profile of the young man beside him.
After a long while, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Why, is it worth it?"
Yan Shixun, however, seemed to have heard something strange. He raised his head slightly and looked at Ye Li in surprise: "This is not a question of whether it is worth it, but a question of whether it should be done."
"Ghosts were once human beings. Most of them lived a life of obedience and good deeds before they died. Some people even committed minor crimes but were not guilty of capital punishment. However, once they died unjustly, they became ghosts because of their obsession and resentment, and wanted to seek justice in the afterlife that they did not get when they were alive. Should such ghosts also be killed without reason?"
Yan Shixun chuckled, his tone calm, as if he was talking about something very normal: "I know that many colleagues will do this. Indeed, it is much more convenient for colleagues in terms of morality and energy, as there are no steps to approach the evil spirits and explore the burial grounds. It also avoids being harmed by evil spirits to a large extent. But."
"It's not right for everyone to be like this. It's too unfair to many innocent people who died."
The cold night wind blew up the hair on Yan Shixun's temples, messing with his eyes and making his originally unruly and handsome face seem to become gentle.
"I don't need you to understand my persistence, but I believe that if one day you are attacked and die with hatred, you will want to meet me and tell me everything about your life and death."
"Please rest assured. By then, I will accept your commission, sign a yin-yang contract with you, and settle all your grudges, so that you can close your eyes in peace and go to reincarnation."
Yan Shixun's voice was very soft, but firm enough: "Speaking for those who cannot speak, questioning for those who died unjustly... I am just an ordinary exorcist."
"There's no reason for that. It's just because this is the path I uphold."
Ye Li held his breath, his narrow eyes slightly widened, and there was nothing else in his field of vision except Yan Shixun's figure under the bright moonlight.
He could feel that he was like a volcano that had been declared dead for a long time. Just when he himself had become dead and silent, sinking into the ground far away from the human world, and when he thought that he would from then on look at all the evils in the world with a cold eye, a star fell on his heart, instantly starting a fire and igniting all the heat.
As a result, the magma surged, the soul trembled, and all the reactions were hidden under a seemingly calm shell, but they were already hot enough to melt everything.
After a long time, Ye Li smiled gently. He lowered his head slightly, raised his hand to lift the scattered hair around Yan Shixun's ears, and his slender and cold fingers inadvertently brushed against Yan Shixun's earlobe.
"You are right, this is your way."
And there is no doubt that your way is exactly the way I once asked why heaven and earth do not exist.
I took a quick glance at Fengdu, but I didn't expect that I saw a great road that had never been seen in thousands of years. So from now on, your road is what I will protect.
"But you don't have to bear it alone."
As Yan Shixun looked at him with doubt, Ye Li met his gaze without avoiding or dodging it. There was a smile on his stern face, but the words that came out of his thin lips were solemn, as if he was making a contract with heaven and earth: "From now on, you have me."
The moment the words fell, the heaven and earth seemed to stop for a moment. The night wind and the chirping of insects all disappeared. In the silent world, only the Avenue bowed its head, acknowledging what Ye Li said.
The words spoken are the cause of the promise.
From this moment on, Ye Li put the cause into Yan Shixun's hands and took the initiative to establish a cause and effect relationship with him.
No result, no end.
Yan Shixun keenly sensed that something invisible seemed to have changed, but when he listened in confusion, there was nothing; the sounds of the wind and the chirping of insects in his ears remained the same.
So he looked up at Ye Li beside him, sneered and asked him: "What do you do?"
"I applaud you when you fight, bandage you when you are injured, and hold you when you can't walk."
Ye Li winked at Yan Shixun gently and said with a smile: "Just like now - Shixun, do you want me to hug you?"
"……roll!"
But Yan Shixun did not push away Ye Li's arm that was supporting him.
At least... it's not annoying.
Yan Shixun thought to himself, although he hated people getting close to him, Ye Li was a completely cold person, and they got along well, so let it be for the time being.
We’ll talk about the future later.
He made the decision lightly and walked towards the next guest's room: "Let's go and see how the others are doing."
Ye Li followed suit readily.
The two figures leaned against each other, very close to each other, and under the bright moonlight, they almost merged into one...
One after another, everyone in the program crew woke up from their confused sleep.
The young master Song Ci jumped three feet high from the bed and rushed to the bed next to him without even having time to check his own condition before reaching out to check Zhao Zhen's breath and pulse.
Zhao Zhen was in a daze, and suddenly he felt like a mountain was pressing down on him. He thought that the wall of the ancestral hall had collapsed and hit him. He wanted to reach out to block the bricks and tiles to prevent them from hitting Lu Xingxing who was seriously injured in his arms.
But when he stretched out his hand, he suddenly realized that the touch of bricks and stones was not cold and hard, but soft and warm.
"Zhao Zhen! Take your claws away from me!"
Zhao Zhen pinched a piece of soft flesh around Song Ci's waist, and the pain was so severe that he almost cried. He immediately reached out angrily and slapped Zhao Zhen's chest, trying to make him let go.
He still has the energy to pinch him, it seems that this person is fine. He is still worried about this person, he is really repaying kindness with hatred, hum! !
Zhao Zhen was hit and his subconscious alertness woke him up instantly from his sleep. When he opened his eyes, he saw the ceiling of the room.
He stared at the ceiling for a long time before his eyes slid to Song Ci on him, and then he realized that he was no longer in the ancestral hall, but in the bed he fell asleep in.
"Song Ci?" Zhao Zhen asked slowly, "You're not in the coffin?"
The young master was furious and almost died of anger: "You are in the coffin! I was worried that you were eaten by the dead, but I didn't expect you to curse me like this! Zhao Zhen, you are a heartless dog biting Lu Dongbin..."
Zhao Zhen quickly reached out to protect the young master, fearing that he might fall off the bed if he didn't step properly.
"Wait, when was I eaten by a dead person?"
Zhao Zhen looked at the young master in confusion: "I was lying in a coffin with a dead body, but she didn't do anything to me at that time?"
The young master's accusations came to an abrupt end.
The two pairs of eyes met, and they realized from the confusion on each other's faces that what they saw seemed to be different scenes?
The same scene happened in almost every room.
As soon as the variety show host woke up, he jumped out of bed in fear and ran out, without even having time to put on his shoes, shouting "Don't kill me!", which puzzled the male star who woke up later. He almost thought he was sleepwalking.
However, as soon as Lu Xingxing opened her eyes, she felt dizzy and her head ached like needles. It seemed as if her soul was out of harmony with her body and she felt uncomfortable everywhere.
Waves of nausea came over him, making the popular independent musician, who was originally energetic and proud, look listless and lie on the edge of the bed, retching non-stop.
The singer who was in the same room with him woke up with a horrified look on his face, saying that he had a terrible nightmare in which many dead bodies surrounded him. But just after he finished speaking, he found that Lu Xingxing was not in a good state, so he didn't care about anything else and hurried over to check on Lu Xingxing.
As for An Nanyuan who was living alone in a room, Yan Shixun had just walked up to his door and hadn't used the talisman to open it, but An Nanyuan pushed the door open and ran out shouting "Brother Yan, help!" and almost bumped into Yan Shixun.
It was Ye Li who reached out to stop the reckless An Nanyuan, thus preventing An Nanyuan from colliding with Yan Shixun, who was not as agile as he was due to his serious injuries.
Even so, Ye Li looked at An Nanyuan with an extremely unfriendly look, his gloomy eyes exuding intimidation without even being angry.
Although it was just a glance, An Nanyuan still shuddered. The fear coming from the depths of his soul made him brake suddenly and stop.
He always felt that being looked at by this strange man was as if he had committed an unforgivable mistake... He almost fell to the ground.
An Nanyuan took half a step back, not having the courage to even look towards Yeli.
However, this sudden situation brought An Nanyuan back to his senses from the fear he had just experienced, and he saw clearly that he was no longer surrounded by skeletons.
He returned to his room, and in front of him was Yan Shixun.
An Nanyuan heaved a sigh of relief, with a look of relief on his face, and shouted excitedly, "Brother Yan!"
Yan Shixun looked him up and down with a half-smile: "Are you having a nightmare?"
An Nanyuan hesitated for a moment: "Well, I think it's more than just a nightmare... It's too real, those skeletons, and the dead bodies, yes! They even tore the flesh off my hands."
Having said that, An Nanyuan quickly rolled up the sleeves of his pajamas, wanting to use his wounds to prove to Yan Shixun that what he said was true.
But the arm under the cloth was smooth and muscular, without a single scar, let alone the serious injuries of torn flesh that he mentioned.
"How did you turn around?" An Nanyuan was stunned and dumbfounded.
Yan Shixun just raised his hand and patted An Nanyuan on the shoulder: "Just treat it as an overly real nightmare. Maybe you will forget it tomorrow."
But what's strange is that not everyone in the program crew had a nightmare. The female staff members and Bai Shuang all said that they had a very strange dream after waking up.
"I... it seems like there are a lot of girls surrounding me in my boudoir, chattering and showing me their jewelry, and saying they want to give me those gold hairpins and pearls. Even if I don't want them, they keep stuffing them into my arms, insisting that they will look good on me, and even saying that even if I don't want them, I can sell them and live a good life."
Bai Shuang's eyes were confused: "Why would I have such a strange dream?"
But when she turned over and got out of bed, the quilt was brought to the ground and a heavy golden object fell out from it.
Bai Shuang looked down subconsciously and saw gold and emerald jewelry all over the floor.
——However, some of them were still covered with dirt and dried blood.
Bai Shuang's body froze.
She seemed to realize something, and sadness appeared between her pretty and delicate eyebrows.
After seeing that everyone was safe and sound, Yan Shixun finally breathed a sigh of relief. The wound that had only been treated with simple first aid measures such as hemostatic and exorcist spells was still in severe pain, forcing him to sit down and rest temporarily with the support of Ye Li.
But at this moment, a heart-wrenching scream came from the yard.
“No! Yang Yun, Yang Yun!!”
Yan Shixun was startled and turned around to look.
Yang Tu, who had fallen asleep on the ground, had woken up. He knelt on the ground, his arms seemed to be wrapped around something, not daring to use force, but his hands were empty, and there was no figure of that person in his arms.
He raised his head, veins popping out on his neck, but tears were already streaming down his face.
Yang Yun died half a year ago.
He will only exist in Yang Duo's world, instead of returning to the real world.
Yang Tucai finally saw his good friend and realized what a careless mistake he had made, but there was no chance to make amends.
Yan Shixun looked at Yang Tu who was crying uncontrollably and sighed silently.
"Do you want to help him?" Ye Li stood beside Yan Shixun, with his hand resting lightly on his shoulder. Considering his injury, he did not use much force, and looked at Yang Tu along with him.
However, the confidence and statement in Ye Li's words made it sound as if as long as Yan Shixun said he wanted to help Yang Tu, he would definitely help Yang Tu get his wish.
Yan Shixun slowly shook his head: "No, the world is impermanent, all laws are impermanent, and reaching perfection is actually sliding towards misfortune."
"...Life is not as good as it seems, eighteen or nineteen."
Yan Shixun sighed: "Not everything can be remedied, and not everything lost is worth saving. He made a wrong judgment, and that is his own responsibility. He is an adult now, and he should learn to bear the consequences."
"He cut off contact with Yang Yun, and even though he knew Yang Yun's character, he still believed that Yang Yun was a vicious murderer. He did not trust his friend, so he also lost the opportunity to meet his friend for the last time."
Yan Shixun said calmly: "This is his own choice. It has nothing to do with others."
"but……"
Yan Shixun paused, and then said, "You can accompany me to Moon Mountain later. Yang Yun said that he buried his mother there, and he also committed suicide in front of his mother's grave."
Half a year ago, Yang Yun killed those six villagers, allowing Yang Duo's power to reach a critical value, and then he massacred the entire Jiazifen Village.
Therefore, Yang Yun’s body is probably still exposed between heaven and earth, and has not gotten the peace after being buried.
As a reward for Yang Yun's help in the world controlled by Yang Duo, and for the sake of the Yin-Yang Contract with Yang Yun, he should help Yang Yun collect the corpse, and...
All known means must be used to send Yang Yun's soul to the underworld to see his mother for the last time.
However, Ye Li did not ask Yan Shixun for any reason, as if whatever Yan Shixun said would be approved by him.
He smiled lightly and responded in a low voice.
"good."
…
After losing the control of Yang Duo's power, the dead bodies and bones in Jia Village disappeared instantly. After taking a breath, the official person in charge immediately led his people over the Moon Mountain and rushed to Jiazifen Village anxiously, fearing that if he was a step slower, something would happen to the program crew.
Only when he could hear the voices of the program crew from the farm house from afar did the official person in charge dare to slow down his extremely sore and tired legs. At this time, his cell phone rang.
It was Yan Shixun who called.
"I guess the live broadcast and signal should have stopped after all of us entered Yang Duo's world, so you might be worried. So I called you to let you know that I'm safe and that everyone is safe."
On the other end of the phone, Yan Shixun's voice was smiling, relaxed and reassuring.
The official in charge finally breathed a sigh of relief, then realized that all his clothes were soaked.
"Okay, okay, thank you Mr. Yan for reporting that we are safe. Is everyone safe? Do we need a doctor?" the official person in charge asked.
Yan Shixun paused for a moment this time, and then said in distress: "Everyone else is fine, but I have a minor injury that is not worth mentioning. It would be great if you could bring an emergency medical kit when you come."
The official in charge thought that this was a minor injury that could be fixed with a few Band-Aids or a bandage, so he smiled and said, "No problem!"
It was not until the subordinate next to him came over with a mobile phone and said that the live broadcast signal had been restored and the program group's live broadcast had resumed that the official person in charge looked at Yan Shixun, who was covered in blood and scars on the screen, and the crazy comments on the screen, and finally reacted -
“Is this called a minor wound?!”
The official person in charge was once again busy and overwhelmed. On the one hand, he was dealing with the bombardment of information caused by his recent loss of contact, and on the other hand, he issued orders to the public opinion team, requiring them to immediately deal with the various suspicious voices that were emerging on the Internet, appease the audience and netizens, and wait for the final official announcement from the authorities.
At the same time, he rushed to the farm house without stopping.
The official person in charge did not forget that the two old gentlemen had reached Moon Mountain before them. They did not see the two old gentlemen on Moon Mountain just now. He was very worried whether the two had already arrived at Jiazifen Village, or... had encountered some accident.
Fortunately, when the outline of the farm house appeared in the vision of the official person in charge, Yan Shixun's figure also appeared.
Yan Shixun leaned on the chest of a tall and straight stranger behind him for support. He seemed to be too seriously injured to stand on his own, but he still smiled easily.
"Are you looking for Officer Chen Rui? He just went to Yang Duo's house with Mr. Yang."
"...Jiang Yanran's body is buried there. Also there are the remains of her uncle Jiang Cheng."
"Officer Chen Rui and Mr. Yang, go take them home."
A trace of sadness flashed across Yan Shixun's handsome face. He pursed his lips, took out a worn and aged notebook from his pocket, and solemnly handed it to the official in charge.
"This is the diary that Jiang Yanran left behind before she died. It records the numerous crimes committed by the villagers decades ago. She also recorded everything that happened to her in those four years. According to her last wishes, I will hand this diary over to the authorities."
"——Jiang Yanran hopes that the official verdict will give her justice."
Yan Shixun said seriously: "From birth to death, she always believed in the power of the government. This persistence became her bottom line, allowing her to maintain a clear mind in the midst of resentment. Unlike Yang Duo, all her memories and reason were taken away by the Yin Qi, and therefore she did not become a Yin God. So, please don't let Jiang Yanran down. Please, let the judgment of the Yang world give her justice."
The official in charge gently opened the notebook and was shocked by the blood and tears under the beautiful handwriting on the first page. His fingers were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the notebook in his hand.
This thin book weighs more than a thousand pounds.
This is the weight of a girl's life and longing, and it is also on his shoulders, requiring him to run around for the girl and seek a fair weight.
The official in charge carefully put away Jiang Yanran's belongings and responded solemnly: "Don't worry, I will."
"Who says that the law does not punish the masses? Who says that people's death is not investigated? Justice will always exist, and sins will be judged forever!"
"We should give those who died in vain a chance to rest in peace."
Yan Shixun lowered his eyes and smiled slightly. He put his hand into his pocket. A delicate flower trembled and stretched out its tender petals in the night breeze.
"Since the Yin God is dead, the soul trapped here should also leave."
Yan Shixun's voice was slightly cold: "The sinners will be judged, and the innocent will be reborn - Jiazifen Village and the corrupt clan no longer have any need to exist."
As soon as he finished speaking, the petals trembled gently, and then suddenly broke into several petals. They were blown up by the strong wind that rose from the ground, and flew from Yan Shixun's hand towards the bright moon.
Yan Shixun raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.
A cold and deathly aura instantly enveloped Jiazifen Village.
The sound of chains dragging on the ground came vaguely from a distance, so empty that it seemed to come from a place that did not belong to the human world.
In the underworld, souls are locked across the river.
And among the surrounding mountains, ghosts were crying and wailing.
Transparent figures floated up from the mountain mist, their distorted faces full of pain and panic, but they were firmly chained and dragged towards an unknown direction.
The official person in charge and others looked up in shock at this horrifying scene.
Taoist Song Yi's eyes gradually widened: "Junior Brother Yan... did you ask the underworld to help you?"
"No." Yan Shixun also turned around and looked, but his eyes were calm: "This is something that should have been done decades ago, and it was finally resolved today."
"Since you are dead, there is no reason for you to stay in the world. Now that the dead have fulfilled their wishes, it is time for them to leave."
Yan Shixun retracted his gaze, chuckled and whispered: "Jiang Yanran's uncle has been waiting for her for too long. They should be reunited - even if it is after death."
Everyone's attention was drawn to this scene that was far beyond their cognition, and they did not hear Yan Shixun's soft murmurs as if he was talking to himself.
Only Ye Li heard Yan Shixun's voice. He raised his hand, brushed away the hair that was blowing in front of his eyes, and replied softly, "I will."
"Jiang Yanran never did anything evil. Until the very last moment, she always kept her trust in the authorities because of the kindness of the young police officer and did not let the evil spirit take away her sanity. She will have a next time, and she will have a wonderful life."
Yan Shixun raised his eyes: "Are you so sure?"
Ye Li lowered his eyes, his smiling eyes no longer cold: "Because this is your judgment, and this is also my judgment."
In the night wind, the petals fluttered and flew over the Jiazifen Village to the mountains and forests.
Officer Chen Rui bent down to dig out the corpse buried deep underground, then looked up as if he felt something.
The moonlight was bright, without any haze.
Yang Binsheng gently took Jiang Yanran's bones from Chen Rui and placed them in the corpse box in his hand.
He smiled, and his wrinkled, no longer young face regained its youthful vigor once again after decades.
"Jiang Yanran, let's go, we——"
"I'm going home."
…
After the signal was restored, the official person in charge immediately contacted the special incident handling department, and later a group of specialized personnel took over the affairs of Jiazifen Village. The forensic doctors and criminal investigation team brought by the official person in charge quickly launched an investigation near Jiazifen Village, striving to leave no evidence missing.
As for the cross-level handling team members approved by Yang Binsheng personally, they immediately went to the town with thick evidence and seriously and meticulously took away all the relevant participants over the years.
In front of irrefutable evidence, the members of the Yang clan, who once controlled the world with one hand, finally realized in disbelief that -
Their time has come.
The investigation process, which should have been difficult, became unstoppable because of Yang Binsheng's green light and a thorough investigation. The numerous crimes committed by the Yang clan over the past century were all exposed to the sun and were indisputable.
The official person in charge, holding the clear records left by Jiang Yanran in his hand, with a heart full of anger and sadness, brought all the evildoers of the Yang clan to the trial seat.
Just as he promised.
After handing over the remaining matters of Jiazifen Village to the official person in charge, Yan Shixun went up to Yueliang Mountain alone, found Yang Yun's body, and buried him next to his mother's grave.
The program crew also evacuated Jiazifen Village after a short rest.
However, when the distracted Yang Tu followed the program crew over the Moon Mountain and returned to the village party secretary's home, he found that Yang Han was already dying.
"Second Uncle...?" Yang Tu couldn't believe it, his voice trembling.
Yang Han, as if having a last burst of energy, opened his eyes and smiled at Yang Tu.
"Don't cry, child." Yang Han reached out his hand and wiped away Yang Tu's tears: "I should have died a long time ago. It was your love that kept me alive for a few more years, but now it's time for me to leave. I should go and accompany Yang Duo."
"Yang Tu, you've grown up, and it's time for you to walk your own path in the future - just remember to be a good person. Also, don't be a coward or escape, don't be like me, and regret your whole life."
After meeting the person he couldn't let go of, Yang Han lost all his vitality and his arms fell limply.
Yang Tu was crying so hard that he couldn't speak.
…
Binhai City, old town.
When Yang Hua opened her eyes in bed, she felt that her body, which had been heavy and stiff for a long time, was unexpectedly relaxed. She laughed, thinking that her illness was cured.
"Yang Guang, I just had a dream. I dreamed of my sister. She seemed to be going on a long journey and was saying goodbye to me."
Yang Hua said, and got up and walked out of the bedroom: "I just don't know why, she cried and hugged me, saying sorry to me..."
Yang Hua's voice stopped abruptly.
With a "bang", the stainless steel water cup in Yang Hua's hand fell to the ground, splashing her shoes and socks. But she knew nothing about it and just ran to the living room in panic.
On the floor of the living room, Yang Guang was lying on his back with his eyes wide open, but his body was already cold and he was no longer breathing.
He died at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, the evil spirit taking his life.
"Yang Guang...?" Tears welled up in Yang Hua's eyes.
The originally small room is now eerily empty.
No one will respond to her with a smile anymore.
Call her——
'Flowers.'
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