Half an hour later, Jiang Yunting sent Hua Qingcheng to the Feng family's old house.
The Feng Family Mansion is located in the old city east of Beijing. It covers a vast area and has a simple and elegant architectural style. Two stone lions guard the entrance, creating a magnificent atmosphere.
Jiang Yunting parked the car outside the gate of the courtyard, opened the door, and let Hua Qingcheng get out. He waited patiently in the car.
"you……"
Xuantian, dressed as Zuo Qinglong, looked meaningfully at Hua Qingcheng, whose eyes were full of spring, but he didn't say much as he already understood what was going on in his mind.
It seems that Hua Qingcheng from Laifeng Country has already arranged her own marriage.
When Zuo Qinglong traveled to Laifeng Country, Xuantian promised him a happy marriage in a dream. Originally, Xuantian had planned to pair Zuo Qinglong with Hua Qingcheng, but it seems that this is no longer possible.
The night deepened, candlelight flickered in the mourning hall, and a solemn atmosphere permeated the air. Before the old lady's final funeral began, Xuantian, as before, skillfully sent the Feng family away.
Xuantian, clad in yellow robes, stood before the altar in the center of the mourning hall, muttering to himself. Hua Qingcheng, standing nearby, handed Xuantian the instruments and began the ritual of salvation. Following Xuantian's rhythm, Hua Qingcheng gracefully danced with the incense in her hands, as if communicating with the spirits.
As the ceremony progressed, a mysterious and tranquil atmosphere permeated the mourning hall. Xuantian's chanting echoed in the air, echoing with Hua Qingcheng's incense. Their movements were coordinated and in perfect harmony.
In this quiet moment, the Feng family was separated in the courtyard, where they waited silently, their hearts filled with deep longing for the old lady and anticipation for the ritual. Meanwhile, Xuantian and Hua Qingcheng, inside the mourning hall, were absorbed in the ritual, hoping to find a resting place for the old lady's soul.
During the break, Xuantian, who was wearing the appearance of Zuo Qinglong, said earnestly: "Hua Qingcheng, I will be leaving here tomorrow. You must take good care of yourself in the future."
"Ahem, where are you going?" A dull voice echoed slowly in the mourning hall.
Xuantian looked up at the night sky at a 45-degree angle. After a moment's reflection, he decided that for Hua Qingcheng's sake, he should not tell her the truth. After all, ignorance is bliss, and many of a person's troubles stem from their own wild imaginations.
After a moment's deliberation, Xuantian said seriously, "I have work to do elsewhere. As for when I will return, that depends on fate..."
As Xuantian finished speaking, the strange voice from before rang out again: "That... is really a pity..."
Xuantian shook his head slightly and said, "Hua Qingcheng, you must know that all good things must come to an end, and joys and sorrows are the norm in this world!"
"That makes sense..." The faint voice came to Xuantian's ears again, seeming to be full of reluctance and helplessness.
Xuantian finally turned around and said in intolerable manner, "Hua Qingcheng, we are performing a ritual for the old lady now. It's very rude of you to imitate ghost sounds like this!"
However, Hua Qingcheng opened her eyes wide, opened her mouth, and said tremblingly: "Daodaodao... Taoist priest, I... I... I didn't say anything?!"
Xuantian's expression grew solemn upon hearing this. He looked around, trying to find the source of the sound. Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the candlelight in the mourning hall swayed violently, like a dancer set ablaze by will-o'-the-wisp.
Xuantian's body suddenly stiffened, and he muttered to himself, "Could it be that he is pretending to be dead?"
"Master, what's going on?" Hua Qingcheng grabbed Xuantian's sleeve tightly, her eyes full of fear.
Xuantian took a deep breath, calmed himself, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, maybe it's just the wind. Let's continue to complete the ritual."
The two men returned to the ritual, the sound of chanting and the aroma of incense filling the air, as if they were praying to the gods. As the ritual drew to a close, the strange voice disappeared.
Xuantian breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems it was just a misunderstanding."
Hua Qingcheng also relaxed a little, "Fortunately, nothing is wrong..."
At this moment, the coffin under the mourning hall shook, and then a figure slowly crawled out from it.
Xuantian and Hua Qingcheng took a closer look and discovered that it was actually the wife of the deceased Feng Group chairman?! This scene shocked them terribly, their eyes widening in disbelief.
The figure slowly stood up. Her body was a little stiff, but she exuded an eerie aura. Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were empty, as if she had lost her soul. She was wearing shrouds, her hair was neatly combed, and she looked terrifying.
"This... How is this possible?" Hua Qingcheng said in a trembling voice, "Isn't she already dead? How could she crawl out of the coffin?"
Xuantian was also shocked. He looked at the figure in front of him vigilantly and only felt relieved after confirming that it was not a zombie.
Suddenly, the figure raised her head and looked straight at Xuantian and Hua Qingcheng. Her gaze was cold and sinister, as if emanating from the depths of hell, making people shudder.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" The old woman's voice was hoarse and low, revealing a coldness, as if it came from the underworld.
After knowing that the other party was not a zombie, Xuantian calmly replied: "I was invited by the chairman to come here to perform a ritual for my wife. Now it seems that these last few steps of the ritual are no longer necessary."
The figure nodded, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"I only remember that I fell and then fainted. I don't remember anything else." Chu Qianqiu said slowly.
"Master Daodaodao...Master, she she she...is she a ghost?" Hua Qingcheng asked stutteringly, pulling at the wide sleeves of Xuantian's robe.
Xuantian shook his head slightly. "She's not a ghost. She's still alive. To be precise, she was just in a state of suspended animation. By chance, she came back to life."
"Not... not dead? Then I'm not a ghost!" Hua Qingcheng patted her chest with lingering fear, as if to get rid of the fear just now.
I just saw this old lady pretending to be dead, and she almost scared herself to death...
At the same time, in a distant world and time, Hua Qingcheng (the heroine) finally arrived at Xuanyi Valley after two days and one night of non-stop travel.
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