now, Mu Wanchen is focused on dealing with the person hiding in the darkness. His slender fingers hold a few talismans, pale blue flames flickering and burning. He raises his hand and flicks —Arrows...Did Jiang Qiyun come

I immediately stood up, wanting to see more clearly.

When it was time, they set off. Zhou Lao Yaomo emerged from the old house's gate, scattering paper money into the air with his hand.

His half face was staring at me amidst the scattering of banknotes.

"Master, are you coming too" he asked nervously.

That night, they buried the deceased at midnight. It's true that this custom seems strange to us, but if people have different customs and traditions, we shouldn't interfere.

My brother walked over and said to Zhou Lao Yao, "Our aunt's last wish was for us to take him into the mountains, and we should do our best to fulfill it."

Zhou Lao Yao's remaining half face trembled, and he hurriedly explained: "The ravine at the back of the mountain is dark, damp, and slippery. The slope is steep and the forest is dense. There are also some poisonous snakes. Even our locals don't go there. You're a city person, so you shouldn't go there... just send it to the edge of the ravine."

Before I could respond, my brother nodded and said, “Don’t worry, if it gets too difficult, we won’t make things harder for you. We’ll just watch for a bit, show our support.”

Zhou Lao Yao, hearing his older brother's words, relaxed a little. He continued to scatter paper money and shouted at the pallbearers to begin their procession.

My brother pulled me back to make way, and six pallbearers walked past us.

The previously used transport coffin has been replaced with the casket prepared here.

It's still the old style made of six wooden planks. This was also meticulous in the old days: the lid and bottom of the coffin are heaven and earth, the left and right curved shapes are sun and moon, and the two front and back pieces are called colorful head and colorful tail.

I saw several yellow papers pasted on the top of the coffin. The light was dim, and I couldn't make out what they said.

"Mu Yunfan, Young Master Mu... what are you plotting" I whispered. "When did you become so agreeable You say the mountain road is difficult and we shouldn't go This man is a bit—"

"A little strange, I get it." My brother grunted, "He deliberately didn't let us go, and I'm too lazy to waste words. Anyway, we'll just find a way to sneak in... You don't need to check on your husband first Isn't that white carriage Jiang Qiyun's"

I don't know if it was Jiang Qiyun, I haven't seen him ride in a palanquin.

"Well... I'll go take a look first"

"Go on, I'll go and get two sets of filial attire." My brother waved at me.

We are no longer the naive and inexperienced selves we were three or four years ago. We have developed basic self-preservation skills and can handle ordinary emergencies with ease.

Although my brother and I still often work together, we no longer worry about each other constantly.

I quietly avoided the villagers who were attending the funeral, and walked towards the white palanquin.

The funeral procession moved towards the back mountain. The whole village was eerily quiet. I hid in the darkness and saw the palanquin hovering precariously by the roadside, surrounded by a circle of grim-faced little attendants, silent and solemn.

This eerie and yet ethereal aura is indeed very much in line with his style.

"Your Highness... Your Highness..." A shadowy official by the palanquin bowed deeply to me.

A gentle breeze rustled the gauze curtains of the palanquin, revealing an empty interior.

"Hey Where's your Emperor" I asked, puzzled.

"Your Majesty went to inspect the Netherworld's training grounds and was worried that Your Highness would be jostled on the mountain road, so he ordered me to wait here and escort Your Highness home."

Oh... he didn't come!

I'm feeling a bit choked up. It seems like he's really angry this time.

"Little Lady, are you going home now" the Yin official asked cautiously.

"...not returning," I sighed softly, turning to walk towards the funeral procession.

"Hey, hey... Your Highness!" the low official called out to me.

I turned back and saw the Yin Official bowing. "There's a strange aura emanating from the mountains, Little Madam. If you wish to go there, please be careful."

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"How strange According to the villagers, it's a place where Yin energy gathers, but I haven't been there yet…"

Even though the shady official’s face was pale and dark, a look of “relief” appeared on it. He bowed again and said, “Since Your Highness has already seen through it, there’s no need for this lowly one to say more.”

Having said that, he retreated back to the palanquin and merged with the darkness.

I turned and walked toward the back mountain, inwardly grumbling as I went.

Why is Jiang Qiyun being so petty this time… I just yelled at him once, and he hasn't spoken to me for two days!

Now I can't even see him, let alone... I don't even have a chance to say something nice or apologize.

I was walking with my head down on the pitch-black road, chasing after the faint white paper lanterns ahead. Suddenly, a man in mourning clothes came striding toward me from the side and startled me!

"Hey hey, what are you doing! I can't even recognize you!" My brother reached out and helped me up in time.

"You...you scared the living daylights out of me!" His sharp, pointed filial hat was draped with a white cloth at the back, and as he walked, it fluttered in the wind, making him appear ghostly in the darkness.

He asked strangely, "Why are you pouting Didn't Jiang Qiyun come to find you"

"He didn't come, just an empty sedan chair..."

"Hmph, the sedan chair has arrived, he's definitely coming. Don't get distracted, quickly change into mourning clothes and let's mix in with the relatives' procession!"

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South of the mountains, north of the water is called Yang.

"While the north faces the mountains and the south faces the water, this is considered yin."

The terrain here is very unique, with jagged rocks clustered together rising abruptly. The atmosphere is indeed not very good.

The back of the mountain and the south bank of the river are two "yin" positions, and there is also a very humid gully here. The mountain opposite is the "back mountain".

Such terrain forms a geomantic area of double yin gathering evil, and ordinary people would not bury their ancestors in such a place.

The Zhou family's ancestral tomb was chosen on the mountain across the way. It was on a sunny south-facing slope, and it didn't seem to have any major problems at first glance.

But as soon as we got to the river, the temperature changed. The villagers who came to mourn stopped on the hillside, and the village officials wouldn't let anyone else follow. Only the pallbearers and family members came down.

We mingled with our relatives, finding that everyone was wrapped in a thin cotton coat. It seemed they all knew the situation here.

This bone-chilling coldness wasn't just the chill of the night; it was something more sinister. And with every member of our kin silent, we walked forward in hushed steps.

This is a bit creepy...

I could already sense something strange in the air, something that a normal person would find frightening. Yet, the people ahead of me simply kept their heads down and shuffled away.

In the distance, there was a faint sound of running water. Zhou Lao Yao whispered, “After crossing the bridge, you guys should go back first. We'll carry it up the mountain ourselves.”

Bridge… I narrowed my eyes and looked ahead. The darkness combined with the mist, I could only vaguely see an ordinary earth bridge.

And, you can only see half of it.

A faint sound of water, "glug..." made me tense up.

My uncle must have left us his diary and instructions because he sensed something unusual about the back mountain.

Otherwise, he could stay with the Shen family and be buried with his aunt's ashes after she passes away.

This mountain, it definitely has something he wants to tell us.

I stared intently at the figure ahead, my peripheral vision scanning the darkness around me.

Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine.

Along the ankle, lower back, and spine, upward to the tarsal bone.

That icy breath brushed past my ear.

"...Even eight palanquins couldn't entice you home, Mu Xia Qiao, how long will this anger of yours last—"she is... then let her be. We'll wait for Master to return and report the situation. Let Master decide.""Well then, Mu... Wanchen," Jun shidi said. "Since Little Apprentice Sister's predicament is be...