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Chapter 452 The Republic of China! Parents' Love for Their Son!

Chapter 452 The Republic of China! Parents' Love for Their Son! (23)

"problem occurs!"

"Something happened!"

The village chief's voice trembled.

All the villagers were stunned. This blatant and eerie threat was something they had never seen before.

"Could it be that...could it be that Sun Sanlang has run into trouble again?" They immediately thought of the strange behavior earlier and focused their attention on Sun's father and mother.

“That’s impossible! If Sanlang had any problems, the fire would have turned red long ago. How could we have let him into the boudoir?” Mother Sun’s face was also gloomy.

She immediately thought of the strange behavior Saburo had exhibited after his return.

impossible.

If it weren't for Saburo.

Those habits won't be so similar.

And that face... it's Sanlang!

but--

"Something's definitely not right. Let me think, let me think." The village chief was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Everyone looked anxious and paced back and forth in the room.

"Village chief, did you write the wrong word?" Zhuang Boshi picked up the note.

It says at the very top.

May the winds blow and the rains fall smoothly.

peaceful always.

The character 调 was written as 迢.

"You're the one who misspelled the word!" The village chief snatched the note and crumpled it into a ball.

"Han Chun, can you read?"

"You can't even write."

The village chief launched into a tirade, spitting as he spoke, looking like an enraged lion.

Zhuang Boshi looked at the ghost cabinet and said honestly, "That means the Empress is not satisfied with Sun Sanlang and wants to find a few more grooms."

"What do you know?"

The village chief's face turned bright red: "I haven't settled accounts with you yet!"

"Tell me now, did you do what I told you to do after you went in!"

"No, I did exactly as you instructed: bend over, stand on tiptoe, don't turn around, don't speak, don't look around, and put my head to the west and feet to the east on the bed."

"Step back and look at your toes."

Zhuang Boshi scratched his head, feigning an innocent and naive expression.

"What do you mean, head to the west and feet to the east!" The village chief jumped up.

"It's feet to the west and head to the east!"

His eyes were practically spitting fire.

Zhuang Boshi looked completely bewildered and innocent: "How could that be?"

“Village chief, you clearly told me to go west and east, I remember it very clearly.”

"Oh dear, I shouldn't have let you, you idiot, carry people." The village chief was so angry he was almost going crazy, and he grabbed his cane and lashed out at Dr. Zhuang.

"This is terrible! This is terrible!"

Zhuang Boshi slightly dodged the slowly moving cane.

Take advantage of the situation and bring it along.

The village chief cried out "Ouch!" and fell to the ground, looking utterly disheveled.

"Village chief, village chief."

Zhuang Boshi quickly helped the village chief up, feigning concern.

"It's my fault, I shouldn't have dodged." The village chief had just realized this when he was pulled like this.

My head slammed into the cabinet with a "thud".

"Ouch!"

"You idiot!!" the village chief cursed, but dared not lay a hand on him again.

"Village chief, you clearly said head to the west and feet to the east." Zhuang Boshi looked innocent, his face full of grievance.

"It's not like I have to memorize it; wasn't it decided by drawing lots?"

“You don’t want to go either,” he said helplessly to the crowd.

Everyone looked grim; who would want to enter the Empress's boudoir?

That would shorten one's lifespan.

Only this simpleton is fearless.

Five or six people had tried to escort the groom, but none of them could get him inside. In the end, the village chief had to go in himself to resolve the issue.

This year, I thought I would succeed on the first try, but I still delivered the wrong item.

Then everyone turned their attention to the man who had pretended to have a stomachache and hadn't gone in.

"Dog Three, it's all your fault!"

"If you hadn't had diarrhea, how could we have let Han Chun go in alone!"

"A man has to go to the bathroom sometimes, how can you blame me!" Gou San tried to remain calm, but cold sweat was pouring down his face.

"Stop arguing!" the village chief shouted, glaring fiercely at Gou San.

"Listen to me if you don't want to die!"

"Village Chief," Zhuang Boshi said weakly.

"Shut up too!" the village chief said irritably.

"Go back to your room and put Sun Sanlang back in his place before the Empress returns, and he will live!"

“But, village chief,” Zhuang Boshi opened his mouth and pointed outside.

"Shut up!" the village chief said irritably.

"I won't let you go this time!"

"Hurry up, go back quickly, there's still a chance to salvage the situation."

Zhuang Boshi opened his mouth again, and pointed outside with a simple and honest look: "But the lanterns have all turned white."

Everyone turned around abruptly.

really.

The lanterns in the corridor outside had mostly turned white.

Behind the white lanterns, shadowy figures appeared and disappeared, seemingly watching them coldly.

The village chief's face was ashen, and he abruptly turned to look at Dr. Zhuang.

"I was just about to remind you," Zhuang Boshi said, shrugging with an innocent look on his face.

"Village chief, you told me to shut up."

"Han Chun, we must have owed you something in our past lives!" The village chief kept sighing.

Sun's mother knelt on the ground and cried out, "My son, my son, why are you so unlucky?"

"Why didn't you properly arrange a marriage with the Empress instead of causing us so much suffering?"

"We've raised you for twenty years, and we don't expect you to be filial to us. All we want is for you to get married properly."

She cried and pounded the ground, her face full of grief.

Mr. Sun slapped Mrs. Sun across the face: "What are you crying for!"

"How can you blame our son?"

"It's all because of that idiot, he's got something wrong with his head!"

Sun's father, his face full of anger, pointed at Zhuang Boshi and shouted at him.

Sun's mother covered her face and wept bitterly, looking utterly heartbroken.

"What are you pretending for? It's all your fault for letting Sanlang get away three years ago!" another man, around fifty years old, cursed.

"Look at the fine son you've raised!"

"Wasn't it the village chief's eldest sister who took those banned books and instigated this?"

"I think we should blame Gou San. Everyone knows Han Chun isn't mentally sound, yet he still let him go in alone!"

"That's all the village chief's fault!"

The thirty-odd villagers started blaming each other, their faces red and necks thick with anger.

They're about to take action!

"Stop right there!" the village chief yelled.

If there were more than thirty people fighting amongst themselves, not a single one of them would survive.

“We can’t just sit here and wait; those things seem to be getting closer,” said Mr. Sun, pointing outside.

The village chief took a look.

Sure enough, as more and more white lanterns appeared, those shadowy ghostly things drew closer and closer.

However, the village chronicle does not record what to do in this situation.

The village chronicle only records the methods for the first two checkpoints; no one has ever had a problem at the last checkpoint.

It's very likely that if things go wrong at the final stage, no one will survive.

Naturally, it would not be recorded.

Suddenly, with a "thud," a lamp not far away turned blood red again.

This crimson color was different from the previous festive red; instead, it looked as if the blood had been soaked in fresh blood, exuding a strong fishy smell and an eerie aura.

Upon seeing this, the village chief turned even paler and nearly fainted.

"The village chief has fainted!" Zhuang Boshi said indignantly, and immediately slapped the village chief across the face.

"Village chief, wake up!"

"Everyone, come and wake up the village chief!"

The villagers then realized what was happening and slapped the village chief across the face with seven or eight hands.

The village chief was immediately driven mad by the beating, his face swollen like a pig's head.

"Stop it!"

"I didn't faint!"

The village chief didn't care who had attacked him earlier.

He exclaimed in alarm, "The Empress is here! The Empress is going to the bridal chamber!"

His voice was filled with fear, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

Everyone was shocked and turned to look at the lamp.

The lantern was more than a hundred paces away from their room, where it was pitch black and they couldn't see anything.

If the Empress is about to go to the bridal chamber and discovers that the groom's position is incorrect, will she fly into a rage and kill them all?

Everyone glared angrily at the village chief, who, enraged, struck Zhuang Boshi with his cane again.

Dr. Zhuang skillfully dodged again.

The village chief stumbled and fell out of the ancestral hall.

In an instant, all the white figures outside turned to look.

The village chief screamed and quickly retreated, his face filled with terror.

"What should we do?" someone cried out, their voice trembling with tears.

"Thump," came another heavy sound, as if something heavy had hit the ground.

The village chief's face turned even paler, and his lips began to turn purple.

"What was that sound?" Sun's father asked, his voice trembling.

“It’s the Queen, she’s leaping over step by step,” the village chief said tremblingly.

Zhuang Boshi narrowed his eyes slightly, activated his Divine Eye, and attempted to penetrate the darkness.

However, each corridor seems to be a separate ghost realm.

Although it's only a hundred steps away.

Yet it seemed as if separated by a dozen different ghostly realms; only a figure in a red wedding gown could be vaguely seen. A leap, a step.

The village chief took a deep breath and pointed to the villagers behind him who were trembling with fear.

"You all go quickly!"

"Before the Empress arrives at her chamber, let's switch Sanlang's positions."

His voice was so tense it distorted.

The villagers looked at each other, their faces showing fear.

Now that the red lanterns are no longer there to guide us, all we see outside are those pale, ghostly figures, plus the Empress who is still getting closer.

Going out means certain death.

No one wanted to go, and the scene fell into a deathly silence and despair.

But Zhuang Boshi straightened his back, his face filled with righteous indignation, and shouted loudly, "If you don't dare to go, I will!"

"Anyway, if we don't go, we'll all die. As long as you're not afraid that I'll misplace Sun Sanlang's position again, that's fine!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he plunged into the corridor.

Everyone's faces turned deathly pale instantly.

"Han Chun, wait, I'm coming!"

"I am coming too!!"

Everyone rushed out in a hurry.

This time they were truly afraid.

There was still a glimmer of hope if they hid in the ancestral hall.

If Han Chun were to break any taboos and anger the Empress, they would be sentenced to death even if they had ten lives.

With gritted teeth, more than thirty villagers filed out.

But this step was taken too slowly.

Step by step slowly.

Without the guidance of the red lanterns, the villagers were like people in an endless maze, instantly lost in the intricate corridors.

Soon, more than thirty villagers were scattered throughout the corridor.

The shadows behind those white lanterns now resembled wolves that had smelled blood, eyeing the intruders.

Mr. and Mrs. Sun ran breathlessly down the corridor.

He stumbled and fell to the ground, rolling around in a heap.

The white lanterns swayed eerily, as if mocking the two of them.

"It's all your fault!" Sun's mother said hysterically, "If you hadn't failed to keep an eye on Sanlang three years ago, none of this would have happened!!"

Sun's father turned around and slapped her again.

"Shut up, why are you still bringing up old grievances at a time like this!"

"Everyone says it's not Sanlang's fault, it's that bastard Hanchun who put it in the wrong place!!"

Sun's father was going crazy. If they really pinned the problem on Sanlang, they wouldn't be able to explain themselves no matter how many mouths they had.

"Waaaaah, I don't want to die!" Sun's mother wailed.

The white figure behind them was getting closer and closer.

You can already see that terrifying ghost face.

Both of Sun's parents were in despair.

In an instant, a flash of golden-red light appeared.

The white ghostly figure was burned to ashes.

"What!" The two stared wide-eyed.

"Father, Mother." A faint figure emerged from the darkness.

"Third, Third Brother!!" Sun's mother exclaimed in disbelief.

The mysterious person in front of him turned out to be his own son.

He was still wearing the groom's robe that he had sewn himself.

"Father, Mother, why did you lie to me and abandon me?" Sun Sanlang asked sadly.

"My child!" Grandma Sun cried out.

"We were forced into it!"

"Because in the whole village, only your fate fits!"

"If we don't give you up, something terrible will happen to the village!"

"The food supply for the next ten years, the food, clothing and daily necessities for the next ten years, all depend on you."

“Our village has been like this for over a thousand years, you have to understand us!”

"We dare not defy Your Majesty!"

Sun Sanlang said with disappointment, "Just because it's been like this for over a thousand years, does that mean it's right?"

Sun's father remained calm: "You're not our Sanlang, are you?"

Sun Sanlang's expression changed, and his body became like ripples on water.

Then, a handsome and noble-looking boy of about thirteen years old appeared before them.

"Where did I go wrong?" Zhuang Boshi asked curiously.

Sun's father breathed a sigh of relief: "Just as I thought, that's why the fire changed."

"That's why the God of the Chefs got angry."

Sun's mother wiped away her tears and said through teary eyes, "I knew it all along. What mother wouldn't recognize her own child?"

Sun's father smiled bitterly: "Do I not know my own son Sanlang? He doesn't have the ability to be knowledgeable about everything, and he dislikes social interactions the most."

He was sixteen when he left.

"No matter how much experience one has in the outside world, one will never be as adept at interpersonal relationships as you are."

Sun's mother also sobbed, "He likes to eat fish, but he only eats the fish face."

He doesn't eat fatty meat.

"Only eat lean meat."

“He never calls me Mother.”

"Just call me Mother."

"I knew it all along," Sun's mother sobbed, covering her face. "You're not him."

"But I just miss my Sanlang!"

"Uuuuuu——"

Even knowing you're not, I still want to treat you like Sanlang!

As she spoke, she began to cry again.

Zhuang Boshi was quite surprised that the two of them actually sensed something, but why didn't they expose it?

"He should be dead, right?" Sun's father said dejectedly.

“He’s dead,” Bosch Zhuang said bluntly.

“The empress’s wedding procession called out to him every night outside his bedroom window.”

"He finally couldn't bear it any longer and hanged himself with a rope."

Zhuang Boshi sighed, "I only met him by chance and was just using his identity to do things."

"He is indeed dead."

Mr. Sun's face was ashen: "I knew he wouldn't be able to hold on."

"It's better to stay at home."

"Live these three years well."

"Alas, we cannot defy the village rules."

"I don't have his guts."

"I'm useless."

"Waaah, my Sanlang!" Sun's mother burst into tears.

The two embraced and wept, like a pitiful middle-aged couple who had lost their child.

Even Zhang Dong was moved and became very depressed, as if he was thinking of his father.

Zhuang Boshi shook his head: "If only I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place."

"However, you also made me feel the love of parents for their children."

Sun's parents looked at him with tears in their eyes: "We really treated you like our own son."

"Even knowing your identity or that you have problems, we didn't tell the village chief!"

"I'm just afraid he'll ruin you!"

Zhuang Boshi shook his head and pointed to the left, saying, "Go this way, and you'll get out."

"This is all I can do for you."

With that said, he turned and left.

After a few breaths.

"Has he left?" Sun's mother asked in a muffled voice.

Sun's father raised his eyes: "Let's go!"

Sun's mother suddenly stood up: "Then let's go quickly!"

"He was fooled by us, so the way he pointed us out should be correct!"

"He's just a thirteen-year-old greenhorn who hasn't even grown any hair yet," Sun's father said with disdain.

Just as the two were about to head towards the left corridor, they suddenly noticed a white ghostly figure rapidly approaching!
"What!" They panicked and turned around immediately.

But they found white ghostly figures all around them.

They have nowhere else to go!
how so!
"whee."

A sinister laugh rang out above their heads.

The two shuddered and slowly raised their heads, only to see the boy hanging upside down from the roof beam.

He didn't leave; he's been here all along!

Sun's mother immediately burst into tears: "My son, I knew you wouldn't abandon your parents!"

Mr. Sun looked relieved: “My son is the kindest-hearted person.”

"Father, Mother." The boy smiled strangely.

"My acting was pretty good, wasn't it?"

"It's so great to act on the same stage with you guys."

The two swallowed hard: "We're having a great time too!"

The boy laughed, revealing his gleaming white teeth.