Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 27 Ashes

Wooden houses.

The flames grew larger and larger, and there was no way to extinguish them.

Song Yuanshan returned upon hearing the news.

Many neighbors also came to help, bringing basins and buckets.

However, it was to no avail.

Everyone could only watch helplessly as the houses in the small courtyard were completely engulfed by the fire.

They could only prevent the fire from spreading to other houses.

Yang Lan jumped up and down angrily, cursing, "Damn it! If you're going to die, go die somewhere else! How could you burn down our house!"

"Shut up!"

Song Yuanshan roared angrily from the side, his face extremely ugly.

Luo Qingfeng remained standing there, motionless since his return, as if he had become a statue.

With tears in her voice, Yang Lan urgently called for her neighbors to help put out the fire.

But the fire was raging so high that no one dared to approach.

Song Yuanshan stood aside, sighing repeatedly.

At this moment, the constables also arrived at the house, informing them that their maid had been murdered, and instructing them that the case would be handled by the city government, and that they should not make a fuss about it for the time being.

The other party asked a few simple questions, including the cause of the fire, and then left in a hurry.

Too many people have died in the town these past few days, and many of them are said to have been killed by that terrible demon. They followed the group of people from the city to visit and investigate everywhere, and were so tired that they couldn't even sleep well. They had no time to care about the trivial matters of outsiders committing suicide because of love.

"Boss, the girl who committed suicide by self-immolation at the Song family's house seems to be the bride from Linshan Village. The villagers of Linshan Village are being killed one after another; isn't there something fishy about this? Do you think we should report this?"

"When you see those exorcists later, just tell them. We just asked around, and we have witnesses. The girl committed suicide by setting fire to the house because she was abandoned by that scholar. Zhang Kui, write a report when you get back and submit it to them."

"Yes, boss."

As they spoke, the constables hurried toward the alley where the dead man had been.

The fire at the Song family's house continued until noon before gradually going out.

The houses in the entire courtyard had been burned to ashes.

The neighbors whispered among themselves and gradually dispersed.

Song Yuanshan sighed and went to find someone to help deal with the ruins.

After he left, Yang Lan immediately pointed at Luo Qingfeng and shrieked, "It's all your fault, you shameless brat! It's one thing to stay in our house, but you brought another shameless woman back! If she wants to die, let her die somewhere else! Why did she have to come and harm us?! What grudge or enmity has our Song family ever committed against you?"

However, Luo Qingfeng, in stark contrast to his usual weakness and submissiveness, looked at her coldly and said, "When it comes to shamelessness, who can compare to you? If you return the money my grandmother left me, I will leave! She burned down your house; she can just deduct it from that money!"

Yang Lan was stunned for a moment, seemingly never expecting that this kid would actually retaliate!

She glared at him and shouted, "You little brat! You ate our food, lived in our house, and even wasted money on your wedding banquet without accepting any gifts. Now you've burned down our house, and you still dare to ask me for money?"

Luo Qingfeng looked at her coldly and said, "The money Grandma gave you is more than ten times what you lost! Do you really think I don't know? Or do you think I have no evidence?"

Yang Lan opened her mouth, but immediately fell silent, her face turning ashen with anger, while she looked at him with disbelief.

"Shut up if you don't want to give it."

Luo Qingfeng ignored her and looked back at the small courtyard that had been reduced to ruins, his heart still aching.

Memories kept surfacing in my mind.

Every time a passage appeared, his heart would ache.

Now he was certain that he hadn't just transmigrated recently, but rather when he was very young, back in Linshan Village, before he met her!

However, that part of his memory, including his memory of her, only surfaced now, only when he saw her self-immolate.

What exactly happened?

At this moment, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, but his mind was clearer than ever before.

He suddenly walked towards the ruins.

The flames had died down, but the remaining ashes still emitted a scorching heat.

He stood before the ruins, looking at the former courtyard, the former new house, the place where he used to study and play with Hei Xiu, his mind racing.

At this moment, Song Yuanshan called some people to clear the ruins.

The group first drew water from the well to extinguish the remaining embers before starting to clean up with their tools.

"Qingfeng, stand further back."

As Luo Qingfeng was pondering something in front of the ruins, Song Yuanshan came over to comfort him, saying, "Since it has already happened, don't dwell on it anymore. Regardless of whose fault it was, let it go."

Luo Qingfeng remained silent and did not speak.

As a man with tools was about to clean the area where the new house was, he suddenly walked over and said, "Let me do it."

Seeing that he was dressed in a scholar's robe and had a refined appearance, the man was about to speak when Song Yuanshan sighed and said, "Give it to him."

"Yes, Master Song."

The man immediately handed the tools in his hand to the boy in front of him.

Luo Qingfeng took the tools and glanced at the new house, now reduced to ruins. The image of the girl's bright eyes and charming appearance came to mind.

"Brother Feng, you must marry Zhao'er tomorrow! Otherwise, Zhao'er will be angry!"

It was as if the girl's clear and melodious voice could be heard again in my ears.

As for those nightmares, those terrifying things, they all became blurry at this moment.

Luo Qingfeng lowered his head and began sweeping up the ashes on the ground.

The house has been burning for so long, and it's all made of wood, so the girl must have turned to ashes by now.

As he was sweeping, he suddenly noticed something red peeking out from under the ashes.

He immediately squatted down and picked it up.

It turned out to be that crimson jade pendant.

The jade pendant, which was originally broken in two, has now been put back together, with only a small gap in the middle, and its color looks even more red and vibrant.

What happened? He clearly broke it in two.

"Cousin, let Wan'er help you sweep."

At this moment, Song Wan'er walked over from behind, looking disheveled.

She fell several times while helping to put out the fire.

Luo Qingfeng put away the jade pendant, stood up and said, "No need, I can do it myself. You go and rest."

He swept the ashes from where the jade pendant was buried into a bag.

Next, they went to the flower patch, dug out the black snake's body, and put it into the bag.

Then he said to Song Yuanshan behind him, "Uncle, I want to take this bag of things outside the town and bury it."

Song Yuanshan frowned slightly, sighed, and said, "Go if you want to. After all, it's... sigh, your uncle will find a few people to help you dig a grave."

"No need, I can manage by myself."

Luo Qingfeng refused.

At this moment, Song Wan'er, with tears in her eyes, said, "Cousin, let Wan'er go with you. Wan'er also wants to see Sister Zhao'er off on her final journey."

Luo Qingfeng paused for a moment, then said, "You must be tired too. Stay home and rest. I want to go out and have some peace and quiet by myself."

After saying that, he picked up his things and left.

Watching his retreating figure, Song Yuanshan sighed again, "They were such a wonderful young couple, yet things ended up like this..."

At this moment, Yang Lan, her face ashen, came over to complain: "Master, while you were away, that brat was incredibly rude to me and even cursed at me! He's a complete ingrate, he should be kicked out immediately!"

Song Yuanshan glanced at her and said, "Qingfeng can swear?"

Yang Lan quickly said, "That boy did curse. If you don't believe me, Master, ask Wan'er and the maids."

Song Wan'er lowered her head and remained silent.

Song Yuanshan waved his hand impatiently and said, "Alright, alright, so many things have happened today, I'm already overwhelmed, don't come and make things worse, go to the shop and keep an eye on things."

Before Yang Lan could say anything more, he had already quickly left.

She glanced at her daughter, her eyelids twitching slightly.

On the streets of the small town.

Luo Qingfeng hired a carriage and, carrying Su Zhao'er's ashes and Hei Xiu's corpse, headed towards Linshan Village.

He wanted to bury them in that small mountain village, together with his grandmother.

The carriage bumped and jolted its way out of the town.

He stared at the cracked jade pendant in his hand, remaining silent for a long time before murmuring, "Zhao'er, regardless of whether you are a demon or not..."

He suddenly fell silent again.

"If you are a demon, a powerful demon, how could it be so obvious that I could discover it? All the nightmares, all the evidence, are leading me to suspect that you are a demon... The closer the day of our wedding approaches, the more nightmares I have... the more deaths I experience..."

"The villagers, Hei Xiu, Zi'er... they're all making me gradually accumulate misunderstandings, fear, anger, and hatred towards you..."

"You're so cute, how could you be a demon?"

"Even if you are a demon, you have never harmed me."

"I know you're innocent..."

"It was my fault...it was my fault..."

Suddenly, dark clouds covered the sun, and the entire sky turned gloomy.

The coachman quickly sped up, saying, "Young master, it's going to rain. Are you sure you still want to go that far?"

Luo Qingfeng stroked the red jade in his hand and said, "Go."

"Alright, young master, please be seated!"

The coachman immediately brandished his whip and lashed the horse's rump hard.

That place is so far away; it's said that the entire village there was massacred. Normally, he definitely wouldn't go there.

But today, this young master gave him a piece of gold directly.

He's been driving carriages for so many years and has never received any gold.

at the same time.

In a grove of trees south of the town, the petite girl in the patched black dress was once again standing under a large tree, lost in thought.

She stood there motionless until it got dark.

It was evening.

Luo Qingfeng finally arrived at Linshan Village.

The driver dropped him off at the wooden bridge and then hurried away.

Carrying the ashes of a person and a cat, along with their bodies, Luo Qingfeng crossed the wooden bridge and headed towards the deserted village ahead.

The sky was overcast, and then a light rain began to fall.

The village ahead appeared increasingly gloomy and desolate, utterly silent.

But at this moment, he felt no fear.

(End of this chapter)