False evidence

Chapter 317 Three-Legged Sheep

In his mind, Lü Xin uttered a low cry:
"The next cloudy day... Qingming Festival!"

I stared at Liu Hong: "So, if the ghost butterflies can't hatch before Qingming Festival, my wife will die."

"Your uncle!"

Meng Chao rushed up and punched Liu Hong hard in the face. "Sanqi went to help you, and you turned around and hurt him and Pidan! Repaying a debt of gratitude! I think you came here for revenge!"

He wanted to hit me again, but I stopped him.

I glanced at Liu Hong again, then squatted down in front of Liu Yi'er:
How can I hatch ghost butterflies as quickly as possible?

Liu Yi'er's face was ashen. After a moment of silence, just as her lips moved, a "meow" came from the corner of the room.

Liu Yi'er's expression changed drastically, and he turned towards the direction from which the sound came: "Sheep!"

Liu Hong glanced at the corner of the wall, his eyes gleaming with ecstasy.

Fang Ling and Pi Dan have a very good relationship. When she heard "Er Liu" mention Pi Dan, she also came over to join in.

The one making that sound now is the lamb that ran to the side after she put it down!

This time, the monkey was quick-witted and hurriedly picked up the lamb, saying, "This lamb was born missing a leg. You said it could be the one that hatches those eggs, right?"

Liu Yi'er also seemed very anxious, waving his hand repeatedly at Liu Hong.

Liu Hong took the lamb, examined it, and held it above his head, his voice slightly slurred:

"Master...you're really a monster!"

Liu Yi'er stared wide-eyed: "Did you look carefully?"

"Look closely! That's it! That's it!"

Apart from the grandfather and grandson, everyone else was clueless.

Liu Hong was still holding the lamb, but he turned around and stood next to me.

Seeing his excited expression, I subconsciously looked up and was immediately startled.

When I first saw the lamb, I instinctively felt a little pity.

The little thing is only slightly longer than an A4 sheet of paper, so it's probably still breastfeeding.

The wool is fluffy, making it appear less frail, but when you touch it, you realize it's actually very thin and bony.

Fortunately, he is in good spirits, but because he was born with one leg missing, he is unsteady when walking on the ground, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

However, this seemingly pitiful lamb, viewed from this angle, actually exudes a ferocious aura!

Normally, sheep and dogs are different; unless they are pregnant, their fur is about the same length all over their bodies.

Picking up the lamb, you'll find that the hair under its belly is so short you can see the skin.

Moreover, the lamb's constantly bending and stretching three legs exuded a sense of tension.

What's most horrifying is that at this moment, the sheep's eyes are lowered, and its half-open mouth forms a very strange arc.

Looking up from below, it's no longer a sheep's head and face; it's clearly a fierce-looking, baring-toothed human face!

In his mind's eye, Lü Xin seemed utterly shocked, muttering to himself:

"So there really are living monsters..."

I didn't have time to talk to him; I hurriedly squatted down and asked Liu Yi'er:
"With this three-legged sheep, the ghost butterflies can hatch?"

Liu Yi'er didn't answer, but instead grasped my hand again and said in a barely audible voice, haltingly:
“Child, don’t blame Xiao Hong…and don’t blame my granddaughter-in-law either, they are both good people! It was me…I came to you for help…If we can’t find the royal remains, you…you don’t blame my child, blame…blame me!”

Seeing his rapid breathing, my forehead throbbed. "Monkey King! Monkey King!"

Liu Yi'er gripped my hand tighter, but his eyes suddenly brightened.

However, he was facing me, but his gaze seemed to be directed into the distance:

"Hehe...hehehe, I've been surnamed Liu my whole life, but in the end, I can't leave behind a perfect ending. I'm coming to an end...I wonder how my children are doing...Is the old woman still waiting for me on the Bridge of Helplessness..." As soon as he finished speaking, his head suddenly tilted to the side, and his pupils dilated rapidly again...

"Master!!!"

Liu Hong knelt down, tears streaming down his face, and repeatedly kowtowed to Liu Yi'er, who was already lifeless.

……

funeral parlor--

Neither Zhai Yutian nor I expected that the two of them would meet again so soon.

After receiving Liu Yi'er's body, she said to me and Liu Hong:
"The deceased's appearance... is somewhat unusual. Do you want to preserve his current appearance, or..."

Seeing that Liu Hong was completely stunned and ignored what she said, I gritted my teeth and said:

"I'll be your assistant; I know what to make it look like."

……

Liu Yi'er lived to the age of 127, and despite such a long life, he did not hold a grand celebration.

Liu Hong said he wanted to fulfill his filial duty in his heart and didn't want any celebrations to be held, so he didn't notify anyone.

However, on the third day after Liu Yi'er's death, at the simple farewell ceremony, someone arrived early—Chen Zudao.

Also at the age of 100, Chen Zudao knelt before the coffin and wept like a child:
“Brother! I’ve been feeling a tightness in my chest lately, like something bad is going to happen… How could you leave like this… My brother is gone…”

I……

No, it should be said that Lü Xin, along with Yan Fengwei who came to offer condolences, were also kneeling before the mourning hall. (I was the one who notified Yan Fengwei; his previous life was Lin Qin'en, and he was there to see Liu Yi'er off on his final journey.)
Although I didn't cry, my nose felt a little sore.

After the body was lifted onto the trolley, Liu Hong held the front of the trolley while I held the back, and we entered the crematorium.

The moment I turned around, Lü Xin, dressed in a long robe, was facing me, staring intently at the closing door of the crematorium. His lips twitched slightly, but he ultimately revealed a cynical smile.
"Old friend, let's not dwell on past grievances, let's just cherish the memories of time... I really will miss you..."

When the deceased is buried, tofu rice must be eaten.

It was just one table.

Three cups of wine to honor Heaven, Earth, and the Underworld.

Then, Liu Hong faced me and held up his wine glass with both hands:
"The raw ram is merely a catalyst; to hatch the demon butterflies, we must find the remains of the royal spirit. I owe you a life, and I must repay it. Let's drink this cup of wine, and set off to search for it first thing tomorrow morning."

I was feeling depressed, so I couldn't say much at that moment. I just clinked glasses and downed my drink.

Tofu rice is a must.

The deceased are gone, and those who remain, regardless of their inner thoughts...

Those who wish the deceased to die can celebrate their death in their hearts through alcohol.
Those who cherish the deceased, fueled by alcohol, would cry their hearts out, and that was how they bid farewell.

As the wine flowed more freely, the spirit of the deceased seemed to drift away, and the people at the table gradually recovered their composure.

Yan Fengwei clinked glasses with me and said in a low voice:
"I've heard it from the monkey and Mengniu. I think that all this stuff about gods, monsters, eggs, etc... isn't unbelievable, but we have to find the preserved egg first!"

I said, "I've already asked Brother Gao for help. This is a 'side job,' so he can't use too much of his influence."

Yan Fengwei tapped the table: "In that case, what we need to do now is find the remains of the Emperor."

I glared at him and said decisively, "Go home and keep your sister-in-law company!"

“I’ve already told your sister-in-law, and she said that if we can’t find the preserved egg, my daughter won’t need a father anymore.”

Yan Fengwei glanced at me and nodded. "I'm not a tomb raider, but I've collected too many things. I think I can be of help."

"Fine, I'll be selfish this once and won't try to persuade you anymore!"

I gritted my teeth and stubbed out the cigarette, but in that instant, a person suddenly came to mind.

I turned to Yan Fengwei and met his gaze: "The remains must be in the grave, right? Are we going to dig up the grave? I think I know an expert… the expert's apprentice…"

(End of this chapter)