Chapter 49: 48, Bai Family Grave (Begging for Follow-Reads!)

48, Bai Family Grave (Begging for Follow-Reads!)

The Bai Family Grave lies nestled among surrounding mountains; only one rugged, winding path leads to the outside world, rarely seeing human footprints.

To the village's left, the Green Dragon probes with its claws; to the right, the White Tiger coils; it backs against a majestic peak, with a case mountain blocking the view, a bright and open hall before it, and dragon qi flowing around the village ceaselessly—examining the Bai Family Grave's location through feng shui principles, this place is truly a rare, excellent yin dwelling comparable to a king's tomb.

However, although the Bai Family Grave has the character 'Grave' in its name, it is actually a small village where living people gather.

When the living dwell in a place benefiting the dead, many ill omens arise.

Bai Xiue stood on the mountain path, gazing at the Bai Family Grave nestled within the surrounding mountains.

The Bai Family Grave under the dark sky was as lifeless as during the day, seeming devoid of living spirit.

The mountain wind was cold and chilling, blowing against Bai Xiue's slender body.

She gazed at the distant Bai Family Grave for a while, then lowered her head, slowly taking steps along that hidden mountain path shrouded by withered trees, passing through the forest into the night, heading toward the Bai Family Grave at the mountain's foot.

Xiue pressed her lips together, tears silently sliding down her double cheeks.

On half of her cheek, ripples swirled, and Bai Ma's face quietly emerged; she looked at the surrounding environment, and after a good while, sighed and spoke aloud: "Everyone is like this..."

"Everyone has something they cannot resist; once you understand this, bowing your head and submitting sooner is not so bad..."

Bai Ma also lowered her eyelids, her gaze dim: "Wen Yongsheng who fancies you is more terrifying than vulgar gods like Feng Si... That person could easily twist Feng Si's death omen to kill him, let alone Wen Laozu?"

"Accepting fate is fine; it saves others from much trouble."

"Mm."

Bai Xiue wiped her tears with the back of her hand; she didn't know what she recalled, but suddenly her tears turned to laughter: "He is actually a good person."

"Can a heartless, cold-blooded person be called a good person?"

"I think you've never seen a man." Bai Ma clearly scoffed at Bai Xiue's assessment.

Bai Xiue smiled, offering no rebuttal to Bai Ma.

She then realized her current predicament and could no longer laugh: "I am being sent to marry Wen Laozu; will you still attach yourself to me?"

Bai Ma frowned and said: "You are a child of the Lotus Womb fate; I am the dual-stemmed Lotus Womb's life soul. Even if I am unwilling to attach myself to you, I have no choice."

"Then, then it's climbing a blade mountain or wading through a sea of fire... If there are two people, two people, we can talk to each other, relieve boredom, and then we won't fear..." Bai Xiue suddenly felt much more at ease.

"You fear having no one to talk to and relieve boredom more than you fear death?" Bai Ma mocked her.

But Bai Ma immediately recalled that Bai Xiue had previously truly tried with her six sisters to hang themselves before the Bride's Pool.

"S-someone is coming."

While the two remained silent facing each other, Bai Xiue glanced down the mountain path obscured by withered trees and saw a long line of people pushing carts slowly approaching; she nervously reminded Bai Ma.

Subsequently, threads of lotus silk swam up from her body, drifting like clear smoke, winding around the branches of a large tree.

With a gentle lift from many lotus threads, Bai Xiue's figure floated up lightly, hanging from the branches of that large tree.

Dressed in gray-white clothes, viewed from below, one would think it was merely a piece of gray-white cloth hanging on the tree branches, drifting with the wind.

Bai Xiue on the treetop held her breath, watching the mountain path below with a tense expression.

The mountain path, originally utterly silent, gradually had human voices.

Some men wearing black short jackets but tied with red sashes clustered around several flatbed carts, either pushing or pulling, transporting thin-skinned coffins from the carts along the mountain path outward.

The area around the Bai Family Grave does not produce good timber for coffins, yet the Bai Family Grave frequently sells coffins to outsiders.

Furthermore, every coffin sold by the Bai Family Grave is extremely expensive.

Those who come to buy coffins are not actually after those rough-made, inferior-material thin-skinned coffins, but rather the 'objects' included with the coffins.

Just like Bai Xiue; the Wen family ordered a coffin from the Bai Family Grave, and she, as an object included with the coffin, was sent to the Wen family in the city.

Bai Xiue counted the coffins on the flatbed carts; there were six in total.

As those people on the mountain path pushed and pulled the flatbed carts, the coffin lids on the carts swayed unsteadily, and a faint stench of corpses drifted into Bai Xiue's nostrils.

"Six more unfortunate women again..." Bai Xiue thought of her six sister companions, and her heart immediately grew sorrowful.

"Hoo—"

At this moment, a sudden mountain wind blew fiercely.

This strong wind kicked up dust and mud from the ground, making the trees and branches rustle loudly.

The six thin-skinned coffins on several flatbed carts suddenly swayed in unison, their lids slowly sliding downward—yet stronger stench of corpses gushed out from within the coffins!

As the coffin lids slid downward, Bai Xiue was startled to see that the corpses lying in the six coffins were not other Bai family women, but precisely her six little sisters!

Their skin was purple-black, their tongues hanging out of their blackened lips.

Every corpse had deep strangulation marks on its neck!

"Sister Xiue!"

"Sister!"

"Little sister!"

The hanged women's eyes flowed with blood-red tears; they stared straight at Bai Xiue on the tree with pale-blue eyes: "Do not let us suffer even in death, do not let us suffer even in death!

Sister/Little sister, push our corpses down the mountain path!

Let our flesh and bones shatter into mud; it is better than serving those city ghosts and lords!"

"Sister/Little sister, we wait for you to go stroll the flower garden together..."

"Let us go stroll the flower garden together..."

Swish!

Bai Xiue on the treetop, tears streaming, shot forth clusters of lotus silk from her fingertips.

Pale-white, translucent lotus silk drifted along this evil wind to the six coffins on the mountain path; as Bai Xiue flicked her fingertips, those six coffins tumbled off the flatbed carts, and the corpses within rolled down the mountain path!

Seeing things were amiss, someone hurriedly tried to support those coffins; at that moment, Bai Xiue silently floated down from the treetop, using lotus silk to wrap the corpses within the coffins and hurl them down the cliff.

When she looked again at the corpses in the coffins, they were no longer her six little sisters, nor were they all hanged to death.

Just now, for a fleeting moment, her mind had been dazed; what she saw with her eyes differed greatly from the actual situation below.

The female corpse in the coffin was not one of her six sisters.

Yet having done this, she felt no regret.

The people around saw this figure drifting down from the treetops and witnessed the dense lotus-like pores sprouting on the face; one by one, they were terrified out of their wits, forgetting all about moving the coffins, and cried out: "A ghost! A ghost!"

They scattered in all directions, fleeing for their lives.

Bai Xiue threw the last female corpse off the cliff.

She seemed to hear the giggling of several women echoing near her ears for a moment before vanishing: "Sister Xiue, thank you."

"We shall go play in the flower garden now..."

"Sister Xiue, we shall meet in the Flower Hall later..."

Those lovely, innocent voices drifted away into the distance.

Bai Xiue stood dazed on the mountain path, then continued walking down the road.

The wisps of lotus silk drifting and swirling around her body unconsciously began to shimmer with a faint silver light; even the material itself seemed to undergo a change due to this slight luster.

"Xiue, Xiue!"

Unknowingly, Bai Xiue had wound along the small path and arrived at the perimeter of her own small courtyard.

She paced back and forth around the courtyard, hesitating, yet dared not knock on the courtyard gate.

At that moment, a deliberately hushed call suddenly rose from behind her.

Bai Xiue turned around and saw an old man carrying firewood as high as a mountain, his face weathered by wind and frost, walking toward her.

The man reached her, and two lines of tears suddenly welled in his eyes; his expression was a mix of joy and fear: "My youngest daughter, my youngest daughter is not dead! I knew it; I sensed you still had breath back then!

Why have you returned, youngest daughter?

Go quickly, go quickly! Your mother will wake up soon!"

As he spoke, the man grabbed Bai Xiue's arm and pulled her outward: "Do not come back!

This place is not worth looking back on, youngest daughter!

Do not return!"

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