Han Mengyao turned around and saw that Ji Qian had blindfolded herself with a tattered rag she had found somewhere, and Xu Qi was following behind her, his hands tightly gripping Ji Qian's clothes.
Just as Han Mengyao was about to marvel at Xu Qi's courage, Zhao Chengyuan pointed out that Xu Qi's hands were bound by Ji Qian's belt.
The coffin was still shaking violently. Ji Qian couldn't see what was happening in front of her, so she immediately tried to rush up, but luckily Han Mengyao caught her in time.
Seeing Ji Qian's puzzled expression, Han Mengyao explained softly, "Don't worry, the thing inside hasn't come out yet."
Upon hearing this, Xu Qi shuddered violently. He felt as if he would die on the spot before the other person came out.
As the frequency of the coffin's shaking gradually increased, everyone held their breath and nervously watched the direction of the coffin.
Suddenly, with a crisp breaking sound, the iron chains wrapped around the coffin snapped and crashed to the ground with a clear, resounding clang.
Countless yellow talismans on the coffin also fell down, turning into powder before they even hit the ground.
Seeing that the coffin was about to fall apart, everyone hurriedly tried to retreat, but they were interrupted by a huge explosion as soon as they took a step.
The wooden planks around the coffin seemed to have been subjected to a huge internal impact and suddenly burst open.
Splinters of wood flew towards the direction where everyone was taking cover. Han Mengyao quickly raised her hand to shield Ji Qian from the impact, but stared wide-eyed at the center of the explosion.
Unfortunately, the huge dust kicked up by the explosion obscured Han Mengyao's vision. It wasn't until the smoke gradually dissipated that Han Mengyao saw a black, unidentified object burst out from the center of the explosion and plunge into a scarecrow next to her.
Once the dust settled, everyone looked back at the coffin and discovered that the strange coffin had been completely destroyed in the explosion, leaving only scattered pieces of wooden planks and a few broken iron chains.
Han Mengyao pulled Ji Qian and waited in place for a while. Seeing that there was still no movement, she cautiously approached.
She had only taken a few steps when she saw the scarecrow, which had been lying quietly on the ground, suddenly begin to struggle violently.
Han Mengyao immediately wanted Ji Qian to chop the scarecrow into pieces, but unexpectedly, the usually timid Xu Qi suddenly jumped out:
"Wait a minute, ladies, this thing looks like it's original!"
Upon hearing this, Han Mengyao moved even closer and indeed heard the scarecrow's faint cries for help.
Hearing that strangely familiar voice, Han Mengyao couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She thought she was about to unlock a new ghost: "Why is it you again?"
Ji Qian finally realized what was happening. She ripped off the blindfold and looked at the struggling scarecrow with mixed feelings.
"Qian Huailin, you didn't go through all this just to scare me, did you?"
Qian Huailin said he was completely wronged. He only wanted to get closer to take a look, but he never expected to be sucked into the coffin and end up causing such a big commotion.
However, every cloud has a silver lining; this time, he actually stumbled upon a great discovery: "Quickly help me up, let's go to the backyard, that Wan Niang is a fake!"
Upon hearing this, Xu Qi, who had just recovered, immediately hid behind Ji Qian again.
Ji Qian got goosebumps from those words. She raised her hand and held the twin swords to her cheek, trying to dispel her discomfort with the cold touch of the metal.
Of the three present, only Han Mengyao retained a shred of rationality: "Explain yourself first. What do you mean Wan Niang is fake? And even if she is fake, why did you tell us to hurry to the backyard?"
Having witnessed the cunning of this family through the previous events, Han Mengyao knew all too well that she had to be more cautious about such an important matter.
Moreover, Han Mengyao glanced at Ji Qian, who was holding her face with her twin swords, and realized that the main combatant had clearly lost her mind.
As for the others, the trio of Mi, Ying, and Zhao were clearly exhausted after a day of intense exercise.
She had just seen Zhao Chengyuan and Ying Xu supporting each other, a scene that was particularly heartbreaking.
As for Xu Qi, his combat power is basically zero unless it involves metaphysical knowledge. Han Mengyao only hopes that he won't be a hindrance in a fight.
Thinking this way, Han Mengyao felt a great sense of responsibility on her shoulders.
Qian Huailin didn't understand why the little girl's expression suddenly became so resolute, but he didn't have the mind to analyze it carefully at the moment.
Seeing that Han Mengyao was unwilling to go with him, Qian Huailin simply told her everything he knew.
In fact, Qian Huailin had already died long before the massacre of the Qian family, and the cause of death was the aforementioned live burial.
However, the location was not the Qian family's ancestral home, but the Shuiqing Temple, which was thousands of miles away.
Although he had a strained relationship with his parents, Qian Huailin had an excellent relationship with his older brother, Qian Huaiwen. If one were to ask who Qian Huailin missed the most after leaving home, it would undoubtedly be Qian Huaiwen.
So after Qian Huailin became a disciple of Shuiqing Temple, he developed the habit of returning home regularly for short stays.
Because of the long distance, Qian Huailin only goes home once a year, but he stays at home for more than a month each time.
Five years before the incident, which was the twelfth year since Qian Huailin left home, he returned home for a short stay as usual, and left home again two months later.
Shortly after returning to Qingshui Temple, Qian Huailin received a letter from home informing him that his wife, Wan Niang, was pregnant.
At that time, Qian Huailin was 42 years old, which was considered late in life in ancient times. So he went down the mountain to buy wine and food, wanting to celebrate with his fellow disciples in the temple.
Who would have thought that in just a short time, everything in the temple would change so drastically.
When Qian Huailin carried the vegetables to the entrance of Qingshui Temple, he no longer smelled the sandalwood incense, but rather a nauseating, pungent smell of blood.
The courtyard was a mess, littered with corpses and splattered blood.
Qian Huailin would stop every time he recognized an acquaintance.
There was Senior Brother Zhou who brought him in, Senior Brother Zhao who taught him to chant scriptures, and Junior Brother who tried to climb over the wall to go to town to watch a play, but was caught red-handed by him.
These once vibrant and diverse acquaintances have now become cold corpses.
Qian Huailin walked all the way to the main hall and immediately saw the old man in a Taoist robe with white hair and beard lying in front of the statue of the patriarch.
That was the master that Qian Huailin had found after wandering for three years.
Although the old man always said that Qian Huailin was not qualified and not suitable for cultivating Taoism, he never held back when teaching him, and even gave Qian Huailin red envelopes during the New Year.
Heaven knows, Qian Huailin hadn't received a red envelope since he was fourteen, and now, nearing forty, he's turned back into a child.
Qian Huailin did not cry. He calmly went to the woodshed and got a shovel, preparing to bury his fellow apprentices.
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