Chapter 72: Sending Off the Original Host

t's not a sudden brightening, that's called being reborn after being placed in death. 。She told Ye Qingmei, “Although it is born, it must die once before it can be formed like that.” 。 。I saw the two...Mu couldn't hold back any longer, covering her face and squatting on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

Ye Qingmei was a little confused about the situation. She didn't even understand why her mother was crying. 。Because in her eyes, although her younger sister had been wronged and suffered a great deal, she was clearly still alive. What truly disappeared Why was their mother crying so heartbreakingly At the door, Ye Hongzhuang hummed a few times, swaying her body, and turned her face towards the hall. 。The night stretched on, frightening Ye Lianmian into a terrified shriek. Even Old Madam was so scared that she almost fainted. 。Because humans are upside down, the blood flows from the feet to the head, and then from the head onto the ground. 。This isn't a person anymore, it's clearly a ghost, hanging like one. 。

Worse yet, the ghost was still speaking, shouting at her: "Grandmother, save me! I don't want to be beaten to death!" 。The old madam wouldn't dare to save her. She couldn't even save her own son who was burned, so where could she possibly save Ye Hongzhuang 。She wants to leave the mourning hall immediately. It's too eerie here, with burning paper, burning people, and taking souls. She can't stay here for another moment. 。"Help this old woman go back..." 。“Her voice was urgent, echoing with Jun Tao and Ye Lianmian, "Run!"

Ye Lianmian wanted to leave too, upon hearing those words he immediately helped the elderly woman up again. The group practically fled out of Xuming Hall’s doors.” 。Ye Wen stood there, watching the three of them run away. His hands were clenched tightly inside his sleeves, anger surging within him. 。The scent of flowers miraculously masked the smell of incense burning in the room. 。To everyone's surprise, a sudden "crack" echoed from outside. The night sky, which was previously full of stars, was instantly split by a bolt of lightning. 。A bolt of lightning, accompanied by a flash, descended from the night sky and struck the old woman directly. 。Everyone was dumbfounded, even Ye Hongzhuang who was hanging from the ceiling beam. 。This... this is the legendary being struck by lightning How much harm would one have to do to be struck by lightning Most importantly, did they die Ye Xingchen ignored his own pain and stumbled towards Old Madam, running while shouting: "Mother! Mother!" Old Madam lay on the ground, her hair disheveled, emitting wisps of blue smoke. 。But the person wasn't dead, their two eyes were still open and staring, only foaming from the mouth and twitching all over, clearly scared out of their wits. 。Night Scene cried with sobs, shouting loudly: "Doctor! Quickly summon a doctor! Go to the palace and send for the imperial physician!" Night Wen Yan couldn't help but laugh, "The Imperial Medical Bureau is your backyard Summoning an imperial physician, do you think you are the master of the palace, with doctors at your beck and call Stop making a fool of yourself." 。Even doctors in the city needn't be summoned, and one shouldn't disturb their rest in the middle of the night. The guests at home aren't physicians who attend to every ailment. 。She rushed toward the servants outside, "Take her back to Fulu Courtyard and pour a basin of cold water on her. She'll be fine with me here, she can't die!" 。People felt that Ye Wen's words seemed familiar. After thinking about it, they remembered where they had heard it before. 。Just on the second night of the first lunar month when Wen Yan returned home, Ye Qingmei accidentally bumped her head and needed a doctor. That's how the old matriarch put it. 。Now that people have returned the original words, this is truly a case of an eye for an eye. 。Seeing everyone's stunned expressions, Ye Wen blinked and said, "What's wrong Aren't you leaving yet I'm going to personally send her off. You better think this through. If I'm the one sending her, who knows where she'll end up" 。"

Jun Tao and Ye Lianmian shivered together, finally reacting. They hurried to carry the old lady away 。As he was leaving, Lin Zhuo looked back one last time. What met his gaze was Ye Wen's coldness and Mu Shi's dejection. 。

The night view held the charred hand and turned to ask, "Aren't you afraid of retribution She is your grandmother! She gave birth to your father! Don't you fear retribution for what you've done"

Ye Wenyan retorted, "Why should I be afraid of retribution What have I done The old master chopped her up. If you don't accept it, go find the old master and ask him. Don't boss me around here."

The night view was splendid, I just passed by. You stood before me, not a shred of tenderness in your eyes. 。You, your wife, and your mother, your daughter, all of you together, not a shred of affection. 。Today, even if my master doesn't beat her, I will. Want to know why Because I have to avenge Sister Night Four!

Bang! Bang!

Someone knocked on the gong in the courtyard. It was time for midnight.

She no longer chatted with the night scene, turned around and walked to the desk, took out three incense sticks and lit them up. She bowed three times towards the tablet, then inserted the incense into the incense burner. 。On the ninth day of the first lunar month, at the hour of Zi (11 PM - 1 AM), it was Ye Si Jie's seventh day after her death. 。No one knew what was going on, nor could anyone see it. At this very moment, a wisp of soul was creeping out from her heart and drifting onto the table laden with wine and delicacies. 。Ye Wen also saw the real Night Fourth Sister for the first time. At this time, Night Fourth Sister was still wearing that red wedding dress adorned with jewels, with the dagger that had taken her life still stuck in her heart. 。Hair disheveled, face ashen, covered in blood. 。Everything was frozen at the moment she died, including her anger and pain. 。There isn't a single dish I like. 。"Ye Sijie's ghost pointed at the table of dishes, "There isn't a single dish I like." 。"Listening to the seventh day refers to the deceased person's last visit home, to have a meal of their family's cooking, and from then on, they are completely separated from this world, with the realms of yin and yang divided." 。My grandfather and father's seventh day after death was arranged by my mother, with all their favorite dishes. But my own seventh day was truly miserable. 。"

Night Wen Yan sighed softly and asked, “What do you like to eat”

Night Fourth Sister: "I love meat, all kinds of meat, but except for stir-fried meat"

That is, meat should be the main ingredient, not just a flavoring for vegetables.

"She felt a little embarrassed coming here," she said. "Am I being too picky" "Not at all. Making food the deceased loved to eat is exactly what should be prepared for the seventh day." 。It's a pity I can't have dinner tonight because there is no meat at home, they are having vegetarian dishes. 。"Ye Wen counseled the original owner, "Just eat a little. At least don't die of hunger." 。"

Night Si Jie smiled, casually picked up a few chopsticks, and then put them down, “It’s not tasty” 。She turned her head and looked at the people in the Xuming Hall, her gaze finally settling on Mu. 。I want to cry, but the dead have no tears. 。 No one knew who Ye Wenyan was talking to. They couldn't hear the original owner's voice or see their soul. All they could see was Ye Wenyan standing there, muttering to himself. 。Ye Feiyu suddenly remembered what his mother had asked him: What if she wasn't your sister He suddenly realized that this girl might really not be his sister. 。If she wasn't, who else could it be The paper in the fire pit flared up again, and it was still Ye Chulian who was burning... 。Yè Wēn Yán also walked over, squatted down to burn paper for the original owner, and said as he burned, "The time is coming, are you ready" Ye sì jě nodded, "Ready" 。Besides avenging myself, do you have any other unfulfilled wishes Night Si Jie thought for a moment, "I also want to hug my mother " 。“A soul can’t be held,” she stood up, “I’ll take its place for you ” 。"Done, she turned and walked towards the Mu family, seriously embracing her mother in her arms." 。Mu was trembling all over. She lowered her voice and asked Ye Wenyan, "Where is she Can I see her"Ye Wenyan shook his head. "You can't see her, but she's standing right in front of the tablet. Mother, take a look there..." 。" Her gaze finally settled, though she still couldn't see anything, a smile gradually crept onto her lips. " 。Mother 。"Night Wen said, “Don't be sad, you still have me” 。Remember all the hatred, one day you will get revenge. 。The original owner's soul began to dissipate. Ye Wenyan saw deep reluctance in her eyes, but unfortunately, even with reluctance, she couldn't escape the cycle of life and death. 。The soul turned into blue smoke and drifted out of the Xuming Hall, finally dissipating. She said to Zhuier and Xiangdong: "You kneel in the courtyard, facing the direction of the main gate, kowtow three times to send off Ye Si." 。"The two maidservants didn't ask anything, they immediately ran to the courtyard and kowtowed. " 。After three heads were knocked, this seven-day mourning ceremony finally came to an end. 。The Xiao family had long been scared stiff and collapsed onto the chair, not even dared to breathe in the face of such a terrifying sight. 。Her crimson makeup had faded, and Fu You stared intently at her stomach, fearing something might happen. 。Mu shi took one last deep look at her, then squeezed her hand tightly, and in a voice almost too low to hear, said to her: "Fortunately, you're still here. I haven't lost everything." 。Finally, Mu returned home with the support of his two children. 。Night Feiyu worried about her and kept turning back to look, as if wanting to stay. 。Kè yè wēn yán què yáo tóu, zhǐ guǎn ràng tā gāo zào ho mǔ qīn. 。Ye Hongzhuang was also brought down by the servants. Seeing that she no longer objected, Xiao Shi breathed a sigh of relief and hurried forward to check her. 。It's okay, I'm still alive, and the baby in my tummy seems fine. 。Although she had a lot of blood on her body, they were all superficial wounds caused by whipping and did not hurt the child in her belly. 。She was actually quite puzzled. They had gone through so much trouble, hanging the person up and Granny Ji's whip under her hand ruthlessly lashed out, yet the child seemed unharmed! She didn't even see Ye Wenyan step in to heal him!Ye Hongzhuang was also upset. If she could take this opportunity to get rid of this child, it would ease her heart... 。Although Xiao and she had made some plans, at the time she also felt it was a hope. 。I can think about it later, but no matter how I think about it, hope seems too slim. 。Besides, Empress Li also sent over Fu You. On the surface, Fu You appeared gentle and well-behaved, but in reality, she constantly avoided talking to Ye Wenyan and frequently advised her to mend her relationship with him. 。She understood what it meant. It was nothing more than Empress Li wanting to curry favor with Ye Wenyan, hoping that he would cure her son's injuries. 。If Quán Qīnglù's injuries were to heal, he would have as many sons as he wanted, and wouldn't care about her anymore. 。Ye Hongzhuang remained silent, allowing Xiao and Fuyou to arrange for servants to carry her back to Wuxuan. 。Until she was lying on the bed, she took the initiative to ask Fuyou to go out and invite a doctor. After Fuyou left, she said to Xiao: "Quickly take advantage of this opportunity to think of a way, I don't want this child!" soon arrived at the flower hall and saw the teacher lecturing in the hall, as well as...the prince from her family who was listening. 。Aman was stunned. What was the Crown Prince doing Why was he lis...