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After the great battle, Dragon Tiger Mountain lay in ruins. The fierce flames had made it too dangerous for anyone to approach, so all the disciples could do was watch from a distance on the mountain. However, the overwhelming power of the earth made it difficult for them to see clearly. Once the fire had burned out, Wei Ning slowly emerged, causing all the Dragon Tiger Mountain disciples to gasp in shock.
There was no need to guess; the outcome was already clear.
Wei Ning glanced at the former disciples of Dragon Tiger Mountain and spoke each word with conviction: "Do not try to stop me. Whoever tries will be killed!"
No one dared to intervene.
With that, Wei Ning strode away.
"Quickly inform Chairman Lin to return to the mountain at once. We need to see how Vice Chairman Xu is doing!" After Wei Ning descended the mountain, the disciples of Dragon Tiger Mountain began to deal with the aftermath. It was astonishing that one person could turn Dragon Tiger Mountain upside down, slaying its second-in-command amidst a sea of enemies before leaving. This was an unprecedented humiliation for Dragon Tiger Mountain.
Seeing that no disciples followed him, Wei Ning felt a sense of relief. After his fierce battle with Xu Suwen, he was utterly exhausted. If the disciples of Dragon Tiger Mountain had recklessly surrounded him at that moment, he might have fought to his death.
Wei Ning arrived at the place where he had parted ways with Wu Haozi, but Wu Haozi was not there waiting for him as promised. The sky was gradually brightening; unknowingly, Wei Ning and Xu Suwen had fought throughout the night.
"Where could he have gone?" Wei Ning thought wistfully. "Brother, I owe you so much in this life; I don’t know how I can repay you."
As Wei Ning made his way down the mountain to return home, worried that his grandfather might be anxious, he hurried along. However, due to the treacherous mountain paths, he soon found himself lost in the mountains. Suddenly, a thick mist enveloped him, making it impossible to determine which direction to go.
Then he faintly heard voices ahead and felt a surge of joy in his heart as he rushed forward.
He saw a group of people dressed in mourning attire, holding funeral sticks. A few strong men were digging a grave nearby, while a pair of elderly couples wept inconsolably beside a coffin.
Wei Ning knew that someone had died again, and a wave of sorrow washed over him. He quickly approached a seemingly honest-looking man to ask for directions.
"Ah, how tragic, how tragic. Such a young child, gone too soon. Their parents only have this one child; now they have to bury their own flesh and blood. It's truly heartbreaking..." A group of relatives and friends shook their heads, watching the grieving couple with pity.
"Brother..." Wei Ning tapped the man on the shoulder. The man turned around suddenly, startled, and clutched his chest in surprise, complaining, "Who are you? Can't you see where we are? Sneaking up from behind like that could give someone a heart attack!" He shot Wei Ning an annoyed glare.
Feeling embarrassed, Wei Ning asked, "Could you please tell me how to get down the mountain?"
"Look, just follow that path over there; it leads to our village. What are you doing out here all alone in this desolate place? Aren't you afraid of running into wandering spirits or wild ghosts that might take you as a substitute? Be careful," the man replied curtly.
Wei Ning brushed off the warning with an apology and hurriedly made his way down. Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in, and before long, it began to pour rain.
"Why is it raining at a time like this? None of us brought umbrellas!" Several men digging a grave protested loudly. "Uncle Yang, maybe we should call it a day. It's raining too hard; the mud is too deep for us to continue. Let's wait until tomorrow when it's clear."
The old man cried out in despair, "I've lived my life honestly; I've never done anything wrong. Why must you treat me like this? Not only do I have to bury my own child, but you won't even give us a proper day for her burial... Woe is me! Just take us old folks away too! Daughter, we're coming with you..." The couple began to wail again, their grief palpable. The men digging the grave exchanged glances filled with sympathy and said, "Alright, alright, Uncle Yang. We'll work a little harder today; we must give your daughter a proper burial so she can rest in peace."
"Thank you all so much," Uncle Yang said tearfully, wiping his nose and eyes.
Suddenly, one person stepped forward and grabbed the shovels of those about to dig again. In a serious tone, he declared, "Today is not auspicious; we cannot proceed with the burial."
The speaker was Wei Ning.
"You... you..." Yang Laifu trembled with anger, pointing at Wei Ning as he shouted, "Who do you think you are? What have I done to offend you? You won't even let me bury my daughter! You... you..." Yang Laifu was furious and moved to confront Wei Ning. Several locals quickly restrained him while voicing their discontent towards Wei Ning for bullying an old man.
Wei Ning furrowed his brow and said, "It's not that we won't bury her, but today this place carries an ominous air. If we proceed with the burial, there will surely be misfortune!"
"What do you mean?" several villagers asked anxiously.
"Have you ever seen a day when one side is shrouded in thick fog while the other side is pouring rain?"
They thought about it and realized they had never witnessed such a phenomenon; it was indeed their first time, but no one had paid attention to it before.
At that moment, the rain grew heavier, water pooling in the unfinished grave pit, turning into a layer of blood-red liquid. Strange frothy substances resembling blood were swirling on top. Under Wei Ning's guidance, the villagers felt increasingly uneasy. Wei Ning nodded and said, "This is a bad omen sent to you. If you insist on proceeding with the burial today, calamity will surely follow."
Wei Ning had been anxious to return home, but upon seeing the mist and rain, he calculated that this was a warning from above. He couldn't bear to see the villagers suffer disaster if they buried her today, so he took it upon himself to stop them from proceeding.
Yang Laifu also sensed something was amiss. He sighed and said, "If that's the case, let's wait until tomorrow. For now, I’ll take this brother's advice. This day is indeed not suitable for my daughter to rest in peace. Please help me carry my poor daughter back home."
The grave diggers felt a sense of fear upon witnessing the strange occurrences at the grave site. Since Yang Laifu had suggested it, they were more than willing to comply. They lifted the coffin again and began their descent down the mountain, with Wei Ning accompanying them.
Upon arriving at Yang Laifu's home, it seemed that the funeral rites were still ongoing. The aunties and gossipers were waiting for everyone to seal the coffin and carry it down. They were taken aback when they saw the coffin being brought back unchanged and rushed forward to inquire what had happened. Yang Laifu briefly explained the situation and invited Wei Ning inside for a more detailed discussion.
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