The donkey cart was running on the bumpy dirt road, and paper full of ink words was swaying before his eyes. Sangque was too sleepy and tired, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

She fell into a dream, and seemed to see everything that happened on the day of the God of Weaver Festival fifty years ago.

…

"Huilan!"

At dusk, the setting sun was blood-red, and flocks of crows were startled and flew away by the call.

In the woods behind the mountain, among the piles of rocks, clusters of white bell flowers swayed in the wind, and the aroma of wine was in the air.

Nine sedan chairs surrounded the ancient well, from which bursts of crying could be heard. Beside each sedan stood a servant holding a long knife.

That man should have also been cursed by Ming Wanxi, but he was from the Evil Suppression Bureau and had certain means, so he died later.

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Ming Wanxi thought she could die together with Huilan, but she didn't expect that the man with the evil knife in the Evil Suppression Bureau would take Huilan away from her and keep her in a bronze mirror.

The skinny monkey fell a few steps behind, scratching his neck non-stop, "Let's find a place later. I need to wash myself properly. I've been itching all over since I came out of Ming Mansion."

"Ignoring your own needs and even your life, forcing others to do what they clearly don't want to do, and blindly satisfying others, is that filial piety?"

The housekeeper behind recognized Huilan and was shocked, realizing that Huilan had replaced Huixin.

"Sister, wait for me~"

The pure white bell flowers surrounding the ancient well were suddenly stained with a layer of blood, which spread rapidly around like a tide.

Ming Qingyang was raised by his grandmother, and like his grandmother, he hated her and thought she was a stain on the Ming family.

Ming Wanxi lowered her head and looked at her hands that were burned by the sun. "I don't want to be such a filial son and grandson."

Ming Wanxi lowered her head and smiled sadly.

"Ming Wanxi! Are you going to be disobedient and unfilial just for a maid?!"

Kou Yushan couldn't help but smile as he watched the two people's cheerful steps. He said to He Baosheng beside him, "We're finally here. We can breathe a sigh of relief."

They scratched and scratched until blood came out, flesh rotted, bones exposed...

Sang Que secretly glanced at his pocket watch. It was a little after three in the afternoon.

Ming Qingyang next to her also recognized Huilan, but he did not say anything. He just looked at Ming Wanxi with deep disgust in his eyes.

However, even if his bones were broken, Ming Qingyang would not die. He would still live like a monster, suffering day after day.

“Ahhhhh!!!!”

Ming Wanxi did not leave. Instead, she walked out from the shade of the trees and stood in the afterglow of the setting sun, feeling the warmth of the sunset. Her skin gradually began to turn red, as if it was burned by fire.

"Why should we sacrifice someone else's daughter to our own god? Why not sacrifice me and the entire Ming family?" As soon as she finished speaking, Ming Wanxi jumped into the ancient well without hesitation.

Ming Wanxi rushed to the well regardless of everything, but only saw a piece of red clothing sinking into the jade liquid.

In Dongyang County, Zhou Renshou and Li, who had received reward money from the Ming government, began to itch their bodies and developed red spots that looked like ghost faces. The more they scratched, the more itchy it became, and the more itchy it became, the more they scratched.

"She's not a maid, she's my most important sister."

Huilan struggled hard and shook her head, shaking off the veil, revealing her tearful face. She looked at Ming Wanxi with pleading eyes, begging her not to do this.

This matter has finally come to an end.

Qin Fangru sat opposite and smiled, "We're here. We're already outside Dongyang County."

Ming Wanxi was dressed in white and wearing a bamboo green cloak that Huilan had sewn for her. She stood in the shadow of the trees, pulled down her hood, revealing her snow-white face.

…

The person who spoke just now was naturally her father Ming Shilong. There was a younger person following quickly behind him. It was her younger brother Ming Qingyang. He was also sixteen years old, the same age as Huilan. As the future heir to the head of the family, this was his first time attending the Lu Shen Festival.

She was submissive at first, but when she heard Ming Wanxi's voice, she began to struggle.

Ming Wanxi looked at Huilan again.

A righteous voice came from the crowd. Ming Wanxi looked up and saw a group of people wearing black cloaks and masks with the Ming family emblem.

"The God of Jue has brought down a punishment on us. Heaven is going to destroy our Ming clan!"

"Whoever comes will die!"

After fifty years, Huilan finally returned to Ming Wanxi, and the Ming Mansion disappeared.

In this world full of mysterious powers, perhaps we will be able to see them again in the future.

Ming Wanxi looked at Ming Shilong firmly, her eyes showing no sign of compromise.

I wonder if there is any place selling blood soup in the county town. I really want to eat a bowl of it.

Ming Qingyang suddenly came over and kicked Huilan unexpectedly.

"Mulan? Miss Mulan? Wake up!"

Qin Fangru thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Mom can make jade juice, how about we sell it?"

Ming Shilong was furious and tore off his mask, revealing his majestic and angry face.

"Plop!" There was a sound of falling into the water. Ming Wanxi opened her eyes wide in surprise, while Ming Qingyang smiled triumphantly.

They were all Ming clan elders, a bunch of old men who never died.

“Ahhh! Help! Help—”

“Heh~”

Amidst the chaos and heart-wrenching screams, the entire Ming Mansion was instantly engulfed in flames and burned all night long.

She lifted the curtain of the small window next to her and stuck her head out. As expected, she saw the low city wall and vendors setting up stalls under the wall. People coming and going and the sounds of hawking their wares made her feel as if she were in another world and it was unreal.

Fortunately, the elders and the head of the Ming family did not know Huilan, and they did not care whether it was Huilan or Huixin, as long as she was a girl of the right age.

"What are you doing here? Go back!"

Two servants took the bound Huilan and pressed her to the side of the well. They covered her face with a veil and her mouth was tied with a cloth. She sobbed and shook her head, her eyes full of tears.

Go! Liu Tianyou whipped the donkey cart and it sped up into the city.

Faced with the officers from the Suppression of Evils Division who came to rescue him, Ming Qingyang couldn't control himself and pounced on them, bit off the officer's neck and ate him with relish. In the end, he was beaten and driven away by more officers with sticks, like treating a wild beast.

"Also, what is filial piety? Is it filial piety to obey you unconditionally and turn a blind eye to the evil you have done?"

The next day, when the man with the evil knife arrived with a group of ordinary officers from the Evil Suppression Bureau, Ming Qingyang was the only one left in the entire Ming Mansion. He was lying in a field of blood-red bell flowers, still breathing his last.

The sound of someone falling into the water was heard again, and a terrifying cold wind suddenly blew up from the well.

Ming Wanxi's eyes were bloodshot. She suppressed her tears and looked up at Ming Qingyang.

Meow~ Xia Chan rubbed his eyes, Xuan Yu stretched out his claws, and they both woke up.

"Huilan told me that people respect ghosts and gods because good deeds are rewarded and evil deeds are punished. But Huilan, look at these unscrupulous people. How can they get retribution? Didn't the retribution of the Ming family fall on me?"

"How dare you!" The head of the family, Ming Shilong, shouted, "This is a sacrifice to the God of Weaver. How can you just take it? Get back here right now, or I'll punish you according to the family rules!"

A pattern of a ghost face and a flower was branded on his chest. When the scorching sun shone on him, his whole body felt as if it was burning in flames and began to fester, causing excruciating pain.

"Your body and hair are the gifts of your parents. The Ming family has provided for you until now, but you are not grateful at all! The God of Jue is the lifeblood of the Ming family. You showed up rashly and disrupted the sacrifice to the God of Jue. Aren't you afraid of angering the God of Jue and bringing punishment upon the Ming family? Come on, take her down!"

"Dad, stop talking nonsense to her. She wants this maid, no way!"

"Please forgive me, God of Jue! Please forgive me, God of Jue!"

Under everyone's stunned and shocked gazes, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, crows flew away, and the trees in the forest shook violently.

Wherever he passed, tender green buds grew on everyone's body, drank their blood, and bloomed bright red flowers.

Ming Wanxi suddenly laughed out loud, realizing that the rumors about her being a man-eating evil ghost were still of some use.

Woo woo!

In the donkey cart, He Shouhui asked Qin Fangru, "Mom, how are we going to survive when we get to Dongyang County?"

Xia Chan hugged Xuan Yu and jumped down. Sang Que turned around and reached out to hold Xia Chan's hand. The two of them ran towards the city gate first.

"I said, give her back to me."

Ming Wanxi looked at Huilan and said, "Give her back to me. I want to take her away from the Ming Mansion."

"Sister~Are we there yet? Xiaochan is so hungry~~"

After returning home, Sang Que wants to give Ming Wanxi's notes to her mother, asking her to write down the story of Ming Wanxi and Huilan so that more people will know that they once existed.

"Put out the fire! Quick!"

"Why do you treat her like this? She has never wronged anyone, never hurt anyone, and never done anything bad! Why!"

Sang Que was awakened by Qin Fangru and walked out of that long and heavy dream. She was absent-minded for a moment, still immersed in the grief that Ming Wanxi felt when she saw Huilan being kicked into the well.

Swallowing his saliva, Sang Que jumped off the donkey cart, went outside to stretch his muscles, and watched the pedestrians slowly entering and leaving the city.

A strong wind suddenly arose, a loud thunder struck, trees broke, and fire raged.

Bang! "Huilan——"

* In Dongyang County, the branch of the Suppression of Evils Division.

After He Buning dealt with the aftermath of the ghost troupe's sacrifice incident, he returned to the backyard and saw a sickly man in white sitting in the hall with a folding fan in his hand.

The man smiled and opened his folding fan.

"Junior brother, how are you~"

I was busy with personal matters yesterday afternoon and didn't write anything. The second update will be a little later~ 　　 　 (End of this chapter)