Chapter 417

This left him deeply sighing with emotion.

Then.

Ding Hongsheng carefully examined Si Shiya's official account.

"Hmm?"

He discovered a problem.

It showed her recent live stream.

It was actually just a short while ago!

"This?" Ding Hongsheng's eyes widened.

What is going on?

Wasn't she already deceased?

How is she still live streaming?

Could it be a ghost?

After a brief moment of panic.

Ding Hongsheng gradually calmed his mind.

He began to comfort himself.

It must be that the police station borrowed Si Shiya's account.

To continue the anti-drug publicity.

Otherwise.

An account wouldn't have much significance.

But.

Ding Hongsheng was still somewhat suspicious.

Why did Brother Shiguang go to the exact same place Si Shiya had wished for in her live stream?

With this question.

He closed the Dieba app.

Then he searched for "Brother Shiguang" on the Shark platform.

He clicked into the live stream!

So many people?

Over two million?

Ding Hongsheng was instantly stunned.

He didn't expect Brother Shiguang's popularity to be so high.

Then.

He watched the live stream footage.

A young, handsome man was gazing at the darkness torn apart by car headlights.

The depth in those eyes was nothing like what a vibrant young man should possess.

It was a dense deep sea, waves rolling up white clouds.

Ding Hongsheng was instantly captivated by Brother Shiguang.

Could such a person really exist in this world?

After watching for a long time.

He discovered the man had been maintaining this pose.

Why was this?

He looked again at the live stream, at the constantly scrolling comments.

They were discussing why Brother Shiguang was so melancholy.

Some said he was trapped by love.

Others said it was family reasons.

Ding Hongsheng glanced at them; they were all baseless speculations.

He began to wonder if there really was someone whose path was so similar.

Or had he just misremembered, mistakenly thinking it was the same place?

With suspicion, Ding Hongsheng exited Brother Shiguang's live stream.

Then he opened Douyin and Si Shiya's account.

He began watching her past recorded broadcasts.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Just as Ning Chen was immersed in his own world.

A sound of gongs and drums rang out.

He and Zhang Xiaonian were both startled awake by the noise.

Not far away in the square, a burst of firelight illuminated the area.

Zhang Xiaonian said in shock, "Did something happen?"

Ning Chen shook his head: "Those residents are all wearing red clothes; there must be some event."

"Oh, oh, oh!" Zhang Xiaonian said with a smile, "Shall we go take a look?"

Ning Chen looked at Zhang Xiaonian and did not refuse.

The two got out of the carriage.

They did not disturb the husky, which was fast asleep.

The two followed the procession, constantly advancing toward the center.

A hazy mist rose into the air, and flames shot up to the sky.

The festival had already begun.

A gentle breeze brushed against the heartstrings of everyone in the town, lifting the corners of their clothes, making the youths daydream, and sending dandelion seeds over the courtyard walls.

Countless smooth red scarves were tied to the shoulders of several Misses, forming a long dragon that wove back and forth, dancing through the alleys and streets; behind them followed a small cart, on which several burly men wearing red scarves on their heads beat small drums with considerable effort.

The Misses, with red scarves tied around them, exposed their small feet as they stepped on the green stone bricks; the two complemented each other—the pale white of the feet and the moving green of the stones; their scarlet lips and frowning smiles were simply breathtaking.

Treading with light steps, they were like performing on a stage, or like running freely in a golden wheat field in autumn.

In this Flower-Plucking Bay, countless red long snakes slowly wove out from every nook and cranny, like rays of light from the sun flowing backward, gradually converging toward the center of the small town.

Beside a wooden red statue, drumbeats resounded through the sky; a group of women dressed in red stood in a circle, carrying bamboo baskets on their shoulders, filled with red beans and pomegranate seeds.

With each strike of the drum, they scattered red beans and pomegranate seeds.

In the center of the circle stood a youth and a maiden, wearing peculiar clothes, holding crimson fans in their hands, and wearing pure red faceless masks; they twisted their bodies freely, performing a sacrificial dance unique to the small town.

Unique instruments sounded; countless red long snakes converged, forming an even larger red circle around the youth and maiden, then gradually coiled into a perfect ring.

The burly men raised torches and began to sing.

Those who did not participate in the festival gathered around the sides, chatting and laughing, watching the lively scene.

When the dance and music were halfway through, the village head had someone push out a wolf woven from straw.

Before the wooden statue, he took a torch and set the straw wolf ablaze; from a single spark, it gradually grew into a large mass of flames, emitting green smoke.

Once it burned out, the festival would end.

A black dog kicked its hind legs, passing beneath the surrounding red scarves; watching the straw wolf burn, its tail stood upright and wagged as it barked loudly.

Ning Chen and Zhang Xiao came to this place.

They watched this unique festival.

Zhang Xiao was somewhat excited.

Almost everyone nearby had gathered around; she had never experienced such liveliness before.

Beside them, an old man sat on a small stool, watching the scene.

Zhang Xiao ran over with a playful smile and asked, "Grandpa, may I ask what is happening here?"

The old man looked at the lovely Zhang Xiao and smiled, saying, "It is a festival called the Red Jade Sacrifice, used to pray for blessings, hoping for a bountiful harvest next year."

At this moment.

Ning Chen also walked over and asked, "What does burning the wolf mean?"