How to Easily Capture a Long Aotian [Quick Transmigration] 19p2

Chapter 19: The Cannon Fodder Roommate of the Unlimited Flow Male Lead (Part 19-2)

Yu Lin didn’t go anywhere. He sat at the door for a while and ate a sweet corn.

The daylight gradually shifted to the west. The door behind him opened with a “creak,” and the person inside came out.

He was stunned for a moment, squatted down, and touched Yu Lin’s hand. “Why are you sitting here?”

Yu Lin looked at him and silently handed over a sweet potato. Su Huai looked at him and took a bite.

After feeding him the entire sweet potato, Yu Lin said softly, “Yilan committed suicide. She’s seeking revenge.”

He pressed his lips together. “I feel that it’s not that simple. I want to go and see the small ancestral hall again.”

Su Huai: “Okay.”

After organizing some clues, the team going to the small ancestral hall was a little larger this time.

Besides Donggua, who was uneasy because he hadn’t found Dongqing, there was also a quiet girl.

“My name is Li Xue.” The girl walked over and said, her eyes looking at Yu Lin. “You…”

Yu Lin’s features were quiet. “Hello.”

Li Xue: “…Hello.”

She didn’t say anything else. After a moment of hesitation, she opened a letter in her hand.

She said, “Are you guys looking for clues? I have… can I… go with you?”

“You…” Donggua looked at her with confusion. “What is this?”

Li Xue looked at her palm and shivered. “This is… her brother… a letter written to Zhao Yilan.”

“Her brother?”

“…En.”

In the plot background, Zhao Yilan had a brother who depended on her, but when she was bullied by the guests, he did not appear.

There was a large locust tree outside the ancestral hall, and flower buds had already appeared on it, and a faint fragrance came with the wind.

The letter was opened, and a line of elegant and flowing calligraphy was revealed.

『My dearest sister A’Lan, seeing this letter is like seeing you in person.』

『It has been several years since I went to Wuzhong. I miss my sister very much. Is everything at home well?』

『Wuzhong produces sugar, one flavor is osmanthus, and the other is sour jujube. The tastes are different, and the flavors are unique. Thinking that my sister likes sweets, I chose the osmanthus and abandoned the sour jujube.』

『I remember when we were young, you and I were side by side in the village, young and innocent. The locust flowers fell like rain, but they were not as beautiful as my A’Lan.』

『Now that the country is broken and the nine provinces are in turmoil, we are in the midst of it and cannot but protect it. I am also filled with regret to be separated from you.』

『Dearest A’Lan, how is mother at home? Is Nannan still obedient?』

『Dearest A’Lan, do not worry. Now that Wuzhong has won a great victory, I am also returning home. We will meet again.』

『From your brother: Li Jingluan.』

The letter was opened and then folded again.

Donggua looked at the letter, dumbfounded, and said in a small voice, “He… he seems to have gone to… fight in a war? He couldn’t have…?” Died.

So he couldn’t come back to protect Zhao Yilan.

Li Xue’s face was pale, and she nodded. “Possibly.”

The two of them simultaneously thought of a terrifying possibility and couldn’t help but shiver.

“Isn’t this bullying…” Donggua clenched his fists. “Damn… they’re all beasts.”

The locust tree at the entrance of the ancestral hall was blown by the wind, making a faint rustling sound.

Yu Lin lowered his eyes and handed the letter to Li Xue, and pressed his lips together slightly. “Let’s go to the small ancestral hall.”

Li Jingluan. Dearest A’Lan.

He had a bad feeling.

The small ancestral hall was the same as yesterday, with the door tightly closed and not even a lock on it.

On the vermilion wooden door, there was only a very narrow and long crack.

There were many people. Su Huai didn’t waste any words, walked up, and directly inserted his blade into it. The blade moved slightly, and the door opened with a sound.

Pushing the door open, a gust of wind suddenly rose in the dusty courtyard, and sand and fallen leaves blew in their faces.

The courtyard was old. Stepping in, a rustling sound came from their ears, and then, a venomous and malicious gaze swept towards them.

The blind old woman was leaning on her cane, standing under the earthen wall in the courtyard, in a daze. Hearing the movement, she looked over with a stiff expression.

“You…?”

She walked over, her cane tapping the ground, her steps staggering. “How did you get in—”

She muttered, her expression twisted, and the speed of the cane in her hand became faster and faster, almost slithering over.

With a faint “bang,” Ghost Slayer was inserted diagonally into the ground in front of her. She shivered, stopped abruptly, her toes tapping strangely, and she couldn’t stop trembling.

“…”

She had no eyes, and her skin was full of furrows, reflecting like old wax. Donggua looked at her and shivered. “Is she human or a ghost?”

Li Xue’s face was pale. She glanced at her feet. “She’s probably not human anymore.”

This half-human, half-ghost old woman was trapped in this courtyard, and her mind was not very clear.

She rejected the guests who had come from afar, but she could hardly say a complete sentence.

When asked other questions, she would only scream hoarsely over and over again.

When asked about Yilan, or “Do you know what happened at the wedding?”

She would only say, “They’re dead… they’re all dead…”

Only when asked about Li Jingluan, she was silent for a long time, and slowly reacted, saying one sentence.

But it was creepy.

“Li Jingluan… Li Jingluan…” she frowned, then relaxed, and then began to cry. “Li Jingluan… Li Jingluan… is Yilan’s husband…”

“…”

She said, crying, “They were senior brother and sister who grew up together. He died so tragically. When he came back, his bones were broken one by one. Yilan went to beg for his body, but she was insulted by those bastards…”

“They, they even said that Yilan was cheating.”

“Nannan was only five years old… five years old… and she was called a bastard and thrown into the river. Those bastards…”

“They deserve to die… they all deserve to die—”

***

A cool wind suddenly rose in the courtyard.

At some point, the ghost bride in a wedding dress was standing at the door, staring straight over.

Her wedding dress was tattered, and a pair of scissors was stuck in her chest. Her eyes were two bloody holes, staring straight into the ancestral hall.

The old woman was crying. She suddenly felt something, and the cane in her hand tapped the ground urgently.

She said, “Yilan… Yilan—is that you? You’re back? We’re sorry—”

She said, crying, “We’re sorry. They had guns. We were too scared. We couldn’t save you, and we couldn’t save Nannan—”

But the ghost bride ignored her, her eyes staring straight into the ancestral hall.

The thing she hated was built into the walls here. She couldn’t get in, and she couldn’t find it.

But today, she felt it. Inside, there was what she wanted, what she had always longed for.

Yu Lin looked at her, and as if he had thought of something, his eyelids drooped slightly. He held Su Huai’s hand and went in. A moment later, he came out of the ancestral hall with a memorial tablet.

After he came out, he handed the memorial tablet to the bride, hesitated for a moment, and asked softly, “Do you know… Master Li Xiufeng?”

Yu Lin said softly, “She is a famous embroidery master in Wuzhong.”

Before entering the instance, because he was collecting information about Zhao Family Village, Yu Lin had watched many interviews.

Among the many vague clues, in a very old interview in the local area.

The elderly embroidery master had said that her ancestral home was here, but she had lost her parents when she was young and had drifted to Wuzhong.

She couldn’t remember her childhood memories clearly, only vaguely remembering a village in the county with a locust tree, and a sachet with an embroidered phoenix on her body.

That was her hometown.

Yilan stood at the door, her features stiff, her movements slow.

She paused for a moment, and the two bloody holes on her face lifted slightly, and she stared at Yu Lin with a blank expression.

Then, she wiped her pale and slender fingers on her tattered clothes and carefully took the memorial tablet.

She held Li Jingluan’s memorial tablet, as if she were satisfied. She ignored the people behind her and turned to leave in a hurry.

Su Huai looked at her back and suddenly said, “Follow her.”

Yilan’s speed was very fast, and the people behind her almost had to run to keep up with her.

They chased her all the way to the edge of the village, and she stepped into the graveyard. At this moment, the sky quickly darkened.

Yilan ignored it. Her goal was clear, and she walked straight towards a grave.

The grave was very high and well-maintained, with many stones piled on top.

She reached out, her nails sharp and slender, and dug away the soil on top bit by bit, revealing the coffin at the bottom.

With her movements, the dim daylight gradually turned dark, and night came.

The dim moonlight fell, making the world almost transparent.

Under the cool light like water, in the graveyard, the sound of a suona suddenly sounded, piercing through the eardrums. The surrounding soil began to crumble, and then rows of coffins emerged, their lids opening, and red lanterns jumped out from inside.

They swayed, like guests, and slowly surrounded the ghost bride.

The thirty-third of March was the last day of March, at night, in the graveyard.

The bride, Zhao Yilan. The groom, Li Jingluan.

This was the real wedding.

All the villagers of Zhao Family Village were here. The whispers sounded again, noisy and chaotic, incredibly grand and lively.

“A match made in heaven—this girl, this boy, we watched them grow up—”

“That’s right, senior brother and sister. Look, Old Zhao’s mouth is crooked from smiling—”

“Nannan—Nannan—so beautiful. This little girl will definitely be as beautiful as her mother when she grows up.”

“Jingluan is going to join the army? What about Yilan and Nannan? Nannan is not even a month old—”

“Jingluan died in battle? Where’s his body? Oh? It was sent back. What? It was stolen by a bastard—that turtle, he thinks he’s someone!”

“He’s a master, he has soldiers, and he has guns. Yilan, Nannan—alas, poor children—”

“Don’t kill me—”

The remaining few players had arrived at some point and were standing around the graveyard, their faces pale, on the verge of collapse, watching this wedding.

The sound of music was incessant, and the entire desolate graveyard was illuminated by countless red lanterns.

After it was over, Yilan held the memorial tablet and lay down peacefully in the coffin.

Without her suppression, the red lanterns that could speak, their movements stiff, slowly turned their heads and laughed bizarrely.

They looked at the players, their greed and desire indescribable, like a pack of wolves staring at meat.

In an instant, under the reflection of the red lights, they were no longer lanterns, but wandering souls who were trapped here and could not be reborn.

They grew long and withered hands, let out a sharp cry, and rushed at the players.

The crowd scattered and ran, while driving away the ghost lanterns, and at the same time, when the Main God panel popped up, they frantically clicked “log out.”

Donggua was quick-witted. Seeing that the wilderness could not hold them back, he scrambled up a tree by the graveyard. Halfway up, he saw something and suddenly cried out, “Sis—”

Donggua shouted and rushed down, throwing himself on a coffin in the graveyard, and forcefully pushed open the coffin lid.

In the coffin, Dongqing’s eyes were closed, her face pale, and she was unconscious.

She had been buried underground for too long, and her body had become very weak.

In the piercing screams, she barely opened her eyes, her gaze not very clear, her eyelashes trembling.

She looked up and only saw a pair of malicious ghost faces staring at her, or rather, staring at her anxious brother above her.

“Donggua—”

A tragic scream came from behind.

Yu Lin subconsciously turned his head.

Su Huai’s hand felt a chill. He lowered his head and found that his boyfriend, who had just been letting him hold his hand and was vigilantly looking around, had suddenly taken his hand and placed it on his own waist.

The movement was swift and fluid.

Next, the air flowed, and a familiar sound of something breaking through the air was heard, followed by a faint “bang.”

Forty meters away, Yu Lin threw a leaf.

The leaf, with a whistling wind, hit the monster right between the eyebrows.

With a “thud,” he tilted his head and fell into his boyfriend’s arms.

“…”

His boyfriend’s eyes were dark. He took a deep breath, scooped him up and held him tight, raised his hand, and with a cold face, he slashed a ghost lantern with his blade.