The coffin was sealed shut, and in front of Bai Zhi’er was endless darkness, with the heartrending howls and cries of the woman named Feng Fu ringing in her ears.
The man named Xu Wei later divided some silver among the villagers who helped.
All the men in the village said that Feng Fu deserved it.
If she had given more to the villagers when she had money, perhaps people would have spoken up for her.
None of the women in the village dared to plead for her.
Perhaps they were afraid Feng Fu would turn into a fierce ghost after her death.
The villagers found a traveling Daoist to lay an eternal damnation talisman array.
Xu Wei was extremely venomous and additionally summoned four fierce ghosts to watch over Feng Fu in the tomb.
He wanted them to fight and tear at each other, leaving no chance for them to seek revenge on him in the living world.
He didn’t want Feng Fu to reincarnate, fearing she would go to hell and accuse him before King Yan.
Bai Zhi’er saw her entire life.
It felt as if she had experienced it all as a spectator.
The white mist before her eyes dissipated, and her vision returned to normal.
The little one’s eyes welled up with tears.
"The mural outside is fake," Bai Zhi’er mumbled, her voice choking with sobs.
Feng Fuce looked down at her: "Why are you crying?"
He had just been focused on coming in to save her and hadn’t noticed what was painted on the walls outside.
Bai Zhi’er wiped her tears with her small hand: "The woman in the coffin was murdered."
She lifted her watery eyes: "Brother Fu Ce, let’s move her remains out and give her a proper burial."
Feng Fuce glanced at the skeleton in the coffin.
The bones could be taken away, but the eternal damnation talisman, after so many years, had likely already taken effect. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novｅlfire.net
Breaking the array would be difficult as well.
To take her remains out for burial would merely be a futile comfort.
Bai Zhi’er saw that Feng Fuce remained silent.
She reached out with her little hand and tugged at his sleeve.
"Brother Fu Ce~ can we?"
The little one blinked her watery eyes.
Feng Fuce’s long eyes darkened, and he said quietly, "Alright."
He first led Bai Zhi’er up from the cave.
Then returned to the tomb with several Xiu Luo Envoys.
Before going down, Feng Fuce looked at Guoguo: "You take care of the Princess for now. If you run off with her, it will anger me a second time, and you know the consequences."
Guoguo was stubborn: "I won’t run, I won’t."
Bai Zhi’er softly said, "Don’t worry, Brother Fu Ce, Zhi Bao will keep an eye on him."
Feng Fuce pressed his lips together, then returned to the tomb with the Xiu Luo Envoys.
At this moment, Bai Zhi’er took a small red rope from her sleeve pocket and tried to tie it around Guoguo’s wrist.
Guoguo looked down, saw it, and quickly swung his arm to avoid it.
"What is this?! Where did you get the red rope?"
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big eyes: "I picked it up down there. You can’t run anymore. If you run again, Brother Fu Ce will really get angry."
"When he hits people, he’s fierce. Many in the palace fear him, so I want to tie you up to prevent you from crying when he beats you."
Guoguo guarded his wrist: "Then don’t put strange red ropes on me! This is a tomb below, how can you pick things up from there, aren’t you afraid of bad luck?"
Bai Zhi’er pouted, looking at the red rope in her small hand.
"Pretty my foot! Throw it away!"
The little one looked extremely wronged, her eyes still red from crying earlier.
"You’re so mean, Guoguo. I don’t like you anymore."
Guoguo was taken aback by her sisterly whining.
He turned to scrutinize the little one.
The once vibrant dress had gotten a bit dusty from falling into the cave.