Xia Xin almost wanted to run over immediately to tell Jiangli this cruel reality, but before he could run over, Fu Shiyan and Fu Lang came walking over.
"Lili is up ahead." As Fu Shiyan came over, he had already spotted Jiangli among the crowd.
Xia Xin couldn’t stop him.
Fu Shiyan then led Fu Lang, "Uncle, let’s go this way."
Fu Lang nodded, his severe appearance, now even more intimidating without a smile.
He followed behind Fu Shiyan, making his way through the crowd.
He chose to lay flat.
Ancestor... you’re on your own.
Xia Xin followed Wen Zishu and Duan Jianchuan inside with an expressionless face.
As soon as Wen Zishu arrived, he hooked Xia Xin’s neck, looked around, and asked suspiciously, "Xia Xin, what kind of place is this? Why do I feel so weird here? What are those little mounds over there?"
Xia Xin gave up on himself, "Graves."
Wen Zishu’s face stiffened. "Graves?!"
Xia Xin didn’t leave any way out for the other party, nor for himself, "We are here to check the feng shui of the grave site. All around here are graves."
Duan Jianchuan couldn’t help but look over.
Xia Xin knew what they were thinking and had already learned to answer preemptively, "I’m not lying to you, our Abbot is picking up bones right now, human bones."
Duan Jianchuan: "..."
There was no need to be so explicit.
Meanwhile, Fu Lang followed beside Fu Shiyan, unaware of the hushed whispers behind him, but the deeper he walked in, the more he felt something was off.
Wen Zishu, who had grown up in the city, had never seen these kinds of grave mounds, but Fu Lang, who had been stationed in military camps everywhere, was all too familiar with them.
He recognized at a glance that these were the common grave mounds found in the countryside.
It was past six in the summer, not yet dark, but it was already considered evening.
Fu Shiyan had told Fu Lang they were here to pick someone up, but at this time, why come to a graveyard to meet someone?
Fu Lang was starting to doubt his life choices.
Suspicious, he followed beside Fu Shiyan, walking along, he couldn’t help but ask, "Shiyan, are you sure we’re supposed to meet someone here?"
Fu Shiyan was eerily calm, "Yes, that’s right."
Seeing his matter-of-fact demeanor, Fu Lang grew even more puzzled.
Who exactly was this future niece-in-law, and what was she doing in a graveyard so late in the evening?
As Fu Lang pondered this, he had already followed Fu Shiyan to the front of the group.
Qi Guowen saw them, recognized their extraordinary aura and distinct attire, and became somewhat lost, not sure how to start a conversation.
Everyone instinctively stepped aside.
As Fu Shiyan and Fu Lang approached, without the crowd’s obstruction, the two of them saw a huge grave pit.
In the pit crouched a little girl.
The little girl was fair and delicate, like a gem, cute and adorable, squatting there, her hand incessantly moving about as if searching for something in the pit.
At first glance, she seemed extremely cute.
But seeing what she was searching for...
A grim-looking skull.
Jiangli had her fingers hooked into the eye sockets of the skull and, with one hand, lifted the skull out and placed it on the ground beside her.
Was far from adorable.
In fact, it was somewhat... eerie.
Fu Lang even wondered if he had stumbled onto the set of a horror movie.
Jiangli, head bowed, continued her meticulous picking.
"Lili," Shiyan called out upon seeing this.
Only then did Jiangli look up, the sunset glow catching in her eyes, adding a glimmer like a scattering of sunset rays.
"Mr. Fu, you’ve arrived? Wait for me a moment; let me sort these bones out, then I’ll talk to you."