Chapter 69 Digging Graves
Qin Xiang calmed his breathing.
She went on, "Someone from Xuanji Pavilion wrote to say that before Su Wanyin followed Jiang Yuanchan to Kyoto, he had been a wandering doctor. He had been to the Jiangnan area and stayed there for a while. Then he disappeared for about two years."
Jiang Lingyin frowned and said thoughtfully: "I know she has been to Jiangnan, but she has been missing for two years? What happened in the meantime?"
Qin Xiang shook his head. "It's not clear yet. I only know this much."
Jiang Lingyin bit her lip and asked, "What happened next?"
Qin Xiang continued, "When Su Wanyin appeared again, she was the wife of the top scholar Jiang Yuanchan."
Jiang Lingyin snorted coldly, "Humph, this matter is really not simple, there must be some secrets here."
Qin Xiang nodded, "Yes, there must be things we don't know, but now we have these clues, we can continue to investigate."
Jiang Lingyin said with a firm look in her eyes: "Well, we must find out her past. I want to see what she is hiding."
Qin Xiang agreed, "Okay, I'll tell the people in Jiangnan to check as soon as possible and follow the clues to find out the cause."
Jiang Lingyin took a deep breath and said, "Well, but it's an old story, so I'm afraid it won't be easy to investigate."
Qin Xiang thought for a moment, "Xuanji Pavilion is not just for show. Now that we have a clue, we will start investigating from the Jiangnan area to see if we can find someone who knew her back then."
Jiang Lingyin agreed, "Okay, let's do it this way. I'll leave this matter entirely to you."
Jiang Lingyin thought of something and frowned as she asked Qin Xiang, "Qin Xiang, did Xuanji Pavilion find any suspicious people or things during its investigation of Su Wanyin?"
Qin Xiang thought for a while and said slowly: "Not yet. I only know that the two years she was missing were very vague, as if something was deliberately concealed."
Jiang Lingyin's eyes revealed a hint of doubt, "Well, this is indeed strange. Is there any information about the people she came into contact with during her stay in Jiangnan?"
Qin Xiang shook her head. "There is relatively little information on this aspect. It seems that she kept a low profile during her time in Jiangnan and did not leave many obvious traces."
Jiang Lingyin bit her lip and said, "This is difficult."
Qin Xiang nodded, "Jiang Lingyin, don't worry. You promised to take me to Huzhou Prefecture to seek revenge on the Blood Shadow Sect. I will definitely investigate Su Wanyin thoroughly. Xuanji Pavilion has been working hard to find clues. But there has been no particularly significant discovery so far."
Jiang Lingyin sighed, "Ah, I hope we can find out something as soon as possible. This Su Wanyin always feels complicated."
Qin Xiang agreed, "Yes, I feel the same way. Let's just wait patiently."
Jiang Lingyin nodded, "This is the only way. I hope Xuanji Pavilion can bring me useful information as soon as possible."
Qin Xiang comforted him, "Don't worry, Jiang Lingyin, I will do what I say."
Jiang Lingyin nodded slightly, "Yes, I believe you."
Kyoto.
After Jiang Yeqiu's death, the entire Jiang Mansion seemed to be shrouded in a thick haze.
The mansion was filled with an oppressive atmosphere of sadness. The entire Jiang Mansion was now filled with endless silence and sorrow.
The days of the funeral.
Jiang Yuanchan sat quietly in front of the mourning hall.
He stared at the coffin blankly.
His figure looked so desolate and lonely.
It was as if I had aged a dozen years in an instant.
He murmured, "Ye Qiu, why did you leave like this..."
Li Huan also had a sad look on her face. She had already moved back to the princess's mansion.
But I still can't suppress the grief over Jiang Yeqiu's departure.
She gritted her teeth and said silently: "Jiang Lingyin, just wait for me, I will definitely send you to the underworld to apologize to Qiu'er!"
……
On the day of Jiang Yeqiu's funeral, the sky was gloomy.
The funeral procession moved slowly forward, sadness written all over everyone's face.
Lu Zhiyuan walked in the team with a solemn expression on his face.
Following Jiang Yuanchan's instructions, he specially asked the master to choose a Feng Shui treasure land for Jiang Yeqiu.
As the coffin was slowly placed into the tomb.
Jiang Yuanchan stroked the coffin gently with trembling hands.
Tears could not stop flowing, "Ye Qiu, rest in peace..."
After Jiang Yeqiu was buried, paper money was scattered all over the new grave.
The fluttering paper money danced in the air like pieces of withered memories.
Jiang Yuanchan stood in front of the grave, unwilling to leave for a long time, "Ye Qiu, I will come to see you often..."
The people around watched this scene and wiped their tears silently. The whole scene was filled with endless sadness and desolation.
"Master, please accept my condolences..." Butler Lu at the side whispered to comfort him.
Jiang Yuanchan sighed, "Alas... This Jiang Mansion will never be the same from now on..."
His voice was full of vicissitudes and helplessness, and the sad emotion seemed to never dissipate.
midnight.
Jiang Yeqiu's cemetery.
At midnight, the pale moonlight hung high in the sky, shining coldly on Jiang Yeqiu's grave.
The surroundings were so quiet that it made people feel uneasy, with only the occasional ghostly whistle of the night wind.
Suddenly, a burst of music came from far away.
The sound seemed to come from the depths of the underworld, carrying an eerie melody.
Four young women wearing veils and strange clothes appeared slowly like ghosts, sitting in four carriages.
Their figures appeared blurry and distorted in the moonlight, and they held different musical instruments in their hands.
The sound of the zither is faint, the sound of the pipa is sad, the sound of the flute is humming, and the sound of the flute is rustling...
These sounds intertwined together, like a requiem from hell.
The zither, pipa, flute and Xiao in their hands played different yet integrated mournful music. The sound was like weeping and complaining, as if summoning the sleeping evil.
While playing this creepy music, they surrounded Jiang Yeqiu's new grave like ghosts.
The music echoed in the silent night, as if pulling the whole world into the abyss of darkness.
Then, a super luxurious carriage pulled by four horses slowly drove over.
The carriage was completely black, reflecting a strange light under the moonlight.
The sound of the wheels rolling was dull and depressing, like the footsteps of death.
The carriage slowly stopped in front of Jiang Yeqiu's grave, and the air around it seemed to freeze.
A woman's voice came from the car.
The voice was cold and sharp, as if it did not come from this human world.
She said: "Digging graves."
These two words were particularly clear in the silent night, as if a bolt of thunder had split the terrifying atmosphere.
As soon as the voice fell, the darkness around seemed to become even thicker.
It was as if there were invisible evil spirits waiting for their chance to strike.
"Yes, Wang Ji!"
The people who followed the carriage immediately used the tools they brought to dig up Jiang Yeqiu's grave.
The woman in the car never showed up.
There was a strange fragrance around the cemetery.
……
Jiang Lingyin suddenly woke up from her sleep.
They booked an inn to stay for the night.
Jiang Lingyin got up from the bed, walked to the window and pushed it open.
Looking at the moon hanging high in the sky.
She murmured, "Why does the moon tonight feel so cold?"
Mengduo was dizzy, "My dear master, I feel that there are strong energy fluctuations in this world, which are disturbing me..."
Jiang Lingyin: "What do you mean?"
Mengduo: "Maybe besides the master, there are other people who can influence this world, and the energy intensity may not be inferior to the master."
Jiang Lingyin: "Interesting, do you know where the other party is?"
Meng Duo: "I don't know the exact location, I can only roughly estimate that the strongest energy fluctuation comes from the eastern sea area, probably in the Fusang area, and the second strongest location is... Yujing."
Jiang Lingyin: "Two people?"
"No, judging from the energy sensing, it's the same person."
Jiang Lingyin frowned: "What does that mean?"