1244: C1244 Centennial rites(part ii)

C1244 Centennial rites(part ii)

It was already deep into the night, but at this moment, the entire Taiping Mountains area did not seem to be at peace. Especially within the Death Village.

At this moment, in the deepest area of the Death Village, although that mysterious manor had already become completely silent, the villagers of the Death Village were constantly busy. Especially those young and strong villagers, they all held torches in their hands and moved back and forth between the Death Village and the Taiping Mountain.

Right now, they were following Patriarch Zhang Laixi's orders, taking turns to protect the Taiping Mountains, controlling them once they discover traces of Ye Qian and the Condor.

Death Village was actually a very small village. In the entire village, there were only dozens of families, and only a few hundred people. But at this moment, for the Centennial Rites, for the sake of protecting their ancestor's tomb, they had actually mobilized everyone in the entire village.

Actually, these villagers did not know that the Death Village was just an elaborate scam. The hard work that they had put in today had no effect on the villagers who went back and forth between Taiping Mountains and Death Village.

Just as the entire Death Village was in an uproar, inside the Death Village, at the home of the village chief, Zhang Laixi.

The current Zhang Laixi was helplessly pacing, smoking and wandering around his own courtyard, looking at the gradually brightening sky, Zhang Laixi's wrinkled face revealed a sign of nervousness, as well as an indescribable sense of worry and guilt.

After an unknown amount of time, two clear cracking sounds could be heard from within the courtyard of Zhang Laixi's house, followed by soft sobbing that continuously sounded out from the room behind the courtyard.

Hearing the crying sound, Zhang Laixi's heart tensed up, his wrinkled face twitched twice, and he felt an unspeakable heartache.

Although Zhang Laixi was the Patriarch of the Death Village, his home did not seem to be very big, with only a mud-walled courtyard, and a few rooms. After all, the entire Death Village did not seem to be very rich.

Borrowing the gradually fading night sky, a figure suddenly walked out from Zhang Laixi's backyard.

The woman wore a set of ordinary peasant woman clothing, she looked extremely thin, with tears still shining from her eyes. Her red eyes seemed to indicate that something big was going to happen to Zhang Laixi.

"The child's father, you, you come back there!"

Zhang Laixi did not dare to raise his head to look at the woman.

"Father of the child, what happened in the village today? I think a lot of families have already made their move, shouldn't …" As she said that, a hopeful expression appeared on the woman's face.

Zhang Laixi coughed twice. "Don't make wild guesses, it's just two foreigners entering the tomb, there's no problem!"

Hearing Zhang Laixi's words, the woman's heart was filled with disappointment.

Just as the woman was about to turn around and leave, Zhang Laixi's footsteps hurriedly took a step forward. Then, he suddenly stopped and said with a choked voice: "Old granny, Er Ni’er, Er Ni’er, is Er Ni’er alright?"

Only, after Zhang Laixi asked this question, he immediately regretted it. His face was filled with grief and sorrow.

The woman shook her head and didn't answer directly. She said, "You … You should go take a look for yourself. After all, she is our child. Tomorrow, tomorrow …"

With that, the woman started sobbing. Zhang Laixi also started to cry.

Carrying his pipe, Zhang Laixi quickly made his way to the entrance of the main hall, but suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Zhang Laixi was completely stunned, the tears had already blurred his vision. He only opened his mouth, but did not say a single word. Zhang Laixi was currently struggling internally, as though he was unwilling to face the people in the house.

After standing at the door for a long while, Zhang Laixi finally let out a long sigh: "Ah …"

After hearing that, Zhang Laixi did not have any plans to enter the room, but turned around and left instead. The current Zhang Laixi was not unwilling to go in and see his daughter one last time, but he was afraid, afraid to face his own daughter.

But just as Zhang Laixi was about to rush out of the door, the sweet voice of a girl came out from inside the room.

"Daddy!"

"Daddy, can you... can you help me comb my hair one last time?"

The voice was very soft, making it impossible to refuse.

Standing at the entrance of his own courtyard, Zhang Laixi was immediately covered in tears. His originally prepared to leave, however, he stopped once again and walked inside the house with tears in his eyes.

At this moment, there were two red candles in Zhang Laixi's house. The dark flames continuously flickered, causing people to feel that it was abnormally tranquil, so quiet that it was somewhat scary.1

Zhang Laixi entered the main hall, then turned left and entered a small, dilapidated room.

However, the moment Zhang Laixi walked into the room, a short figure immediately rushed over and hugged onto his thigh, and started crying loudly.

Daddy, I don't want my sister to leave, I don't want my sister to leave! Daddy, aren't you the patriarch, don't the people in the village listen to your words?

That childish voice continued to echo within the room. Although it was incoherent, it was sincere.

The current Zhang Laixi could do nothing in the face of his youngest son's pitiful begging. Tears streamed out of his eyes.

"Daddy, speak, speak! I won't let big sister leave me, Daddy!"

Seeing Zhang Laixi not saying anything, the little boy cried once again.

Instead, in this room, a red-clothed figure slowly walked forward until he was in front of this father and son pair.

Using the dim moonlight outside, Zhang Laixi raised his head and saw a sixteen year old girl standing in front of him.

The girl had long black hair and a handsome face. Even though she was wearing peasant clothes, it couldn't stop her devastating appearance. No one would have thought that in this remote little village in the Taiping Mountains, there would actually be a girl as beautiful as a fairy.

Although the girl was wearing red clothes, her graceful figure was not concealed in the slightest.

The most unusual thing about the girl was that a pink Begonia was blooming between her praises. The reflection of her face was extremely alluring, causing people to not dare to look at her directly.

"Er Ni’er, Er Ni’er, yes, Daddy has let you down, Daddy has let you down!"

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