Chapter 162: Playing God

At night, a few vague dog barks came from the rice fields. The wind blew, the bamboo leaves rustled, and their shadows swayed on the glass window.

Feng Liping was arranged in a fairly spacious bedroom with a bed and a vanity.

After washing up, she vigilantly observed for a long while. Seeing nothing strange, she tidied up and climbed into bed.

One couldn't blame her for being suspicious; what happened that morning had left her with too much of a shadow.

That child Li Meili was quite pretty, so why was she so strange?

She shook her head, deciding to leave after staying for two days. Anyway, she could slowly discipline her once she was home. A rural girl having backward thoughts was normal.

Thinking this, she turned to her side, facing the window. Opening and closing her eyes, the silhouette of the bamboo leaves on the window suddenly disappeared, and a person's shadow stood there stiffly.

Feng Liping's heart stopped for a moment. She screamed and threw off the quilt, crawling to the foot of the bed.

"Who... who is it?"

She forced herself to believe it was Yuan Jing who had sent someone to ask if she needed anything.

But that shadow didn't move. Looking from the side, it was even a bit hunched, like an old person.

Feng Liping thought, and suddenly remembered the eerie courtyard during the day, Li Meili's grandfather...

She worked herself into a sweat and trembled all over, telling herself not to believe in these things. That person outside the window should be a "person," right...

Just as she was thinking this, the silhouette suddenly moved forward, pressing both hands against the window and leaving dark handprints, making a huge *clanging* sound.

Feng Liping finally couldn't help but scream. She covered her eyes, a dampness came from her back, sweat broke out on her forehead, and she trembled backward, only to fall onto the floor, in a sorry state.

The pain made her sober up quickly. The silhouette on the window had disappeared, but a sheet of rice paper appeared on the bed. She squinted at it; the words on it were red.

Looking up at the window again, those two handprints were still there; they were likely blood handprints.

Feng Liping's brain was "buzzing." It took a long time before she leaned over to look at the words on the rice paper.

I, Li Quansheng, was originally an ancestor of this residence.

Two days ago, I should have been laid to rest, my soul following the old path back to the ancestral tomb.

However, you arrived uninvited, stepped through this door, disturbed the *yang* energy, and disrupted my *yin* journey, causing my descendants to panic, thinking something had changed in the family, and they even stopped the funeral midway. The coffin was not buried, and the incense was cut off.

To die without burial is like a boat losing its shore, like a lamp without oil; the soul drifts, unable to return, and its suffering is beyond what a normal person can imagine.

This matter started because of you and was broken because of you, so you should naturally be the one to repay it.

From the moment you see this letter, you must observe mourning for me for seven days.

Live in this residence, do not travel far, burn incense at sunrise, kowtow at sunset, dress plainly, do not laugh or play, and do not speak recklessly. If you hear strange noises at midnight, do not answer.

Once the seven days are up, I will lead my soul back to the path, and we will be even.

If you dare to escape or harbor any luck, once the seventh day passes and the *yin* path closes, your three souls and seven spirits will have nowhere to rely on, and with a gust of wind, they will scatter.

Remember, remember.

Li Quansheng

After reading it, Feng Liping only felt a chill down her back, the coldness reaching from her feet to the top of her head.

She covered her mouth, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, and peered at the window from time to time, terrified that the old guy would come again.

Her eyes were unfocused, and she completely believed the content on the paper.

Elsewhere, a boy wearing a long robe knocked on the door.

Su Mian called him into the room.

"Done?"

Li Xuean nodded, tore off the fake beard on his mouth, and grinned.

"Sister, I read this letter; it's actually written better than the top students in our class. You must have read a lot of books these days."

Su Mian didn't respond and handed him a red bill. Li Xuean's eyes lit up immediately. "Thank you, sister! You're too generous!"

In his impression, Li Meili's living expenses were much less than his own. To have her give him so much money for doing this, it was enough for him to splurge for a while.

Although he didn't know why Li Meili was doing this, he didn't ask after taking the money and left happily.

Su Mian put the herbs she had picked not long ago under the bed and stretched. She didn't even know how she had come back in the morning.

Fortunately, everything was proceeding smoothly. She washed up, climbed into bed to sleep, and covered half her head with the big floral quilt.

The calls of cuckoos and crickets came from not far away; everything was so peaceful.

It was just like when Su Mian used to visit her grandparents with her parents; the countryside was just like this.

Someone passed by from time to time, stepping on dry branches and rotten leaves, making trivial sounds. Su Mian fell into a deep sleep just like that.

The next day, Feng Liping was indeed like someone possessed. She bought incense and paper money and dressed all in white, which gave Yuan Jing a fright.

When asked what was wrong, she wouldn't speak, only saying she was observing mourning.

Yuan Jing was confused but let her be; she was currently busy beyond measure.

Li Meili's third uncle would soon be here to take Li Meili to that mountain. She had to count the items; she couldn't let the child go empty-handed.

It took half an hour to travel from Ya Shan Village to Xiang Shan Village, and an hour by motorcycle.

Waking up at seven, Su Mian wasn't quite awake yet when she saw Li Meili's third uncle talking to Yuan Jing in front of the courtyard.

"I won't attend the wedding; there are still things to do in the city, and I can't get away."

"Oh my, don't say that, you do your work! It's not easy to run this far, take these."

"No, no, there's no room in the car."

Su Mian walked up to the two of them, looking into the distance intentionally or unintentionally. "Mom, a few more elderly people in the neighborhood have died recently. You should be careful; you wouldn't even notice if you were possessed one day."

Feng Liping was stunned for a moment and glared at her. "What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and go with your uncle."

She put the bundle into Su Mian's arms. Su Mian lifted her leg and got on the motorcycle. Feng Liping watched her leave, still muttering, "Which family died again... how come I don't know?"

If she had known, she would have gone to mooch a meal regardless.

【Welcome, Detective, back to Infinite Script Murder. This instance is "Mountain Village Bride."】

【The mountain is deep and the road is narrow to welcome the bride; when the gongs and drums sound, the skin is changed. Those carried through the door all wear red; only those who remain in the village are the real brides.】

Everyone received the script and slowly opened their eyes.

What met their eyes was the courtyard gate, which was wide open. The vermilion paint was still new, and pairs of red paper were pasted on the two door panels.

The residence occupied a considerable area, with blue brick walls and a high roof ridge. The eaves were even brushed with white lime; it was clearly a wealthy family in the countryside.

【Please do not expose your identity as the bride; hide among the players.】

The system reminded Su Mian again, indicating that the identity of "bride" was very important, but it also made sense.

After Feng Liping died, no one in the Mao family had seen Li Meili again, and the several players were all girls, all of whom could be called pretty. Su Mian looked over and was stunned.

Tiffany and Qiao Yinuo.

This time, two of them were people she knew. Of the remaining three, one looked nervous, her legs trembling; it wasn't hard to see she was a newcomer.

The other two were twins, wearing identical double ponytails, with smiles on their faces. ===== CHAPTER 163 =====