"Alright, I’ll get it done as soon as possible, you don’t need to worry about anything else."
With a bamboo basket on his back, Wen Yan made his way through the Rakshasa Ghost Market and the Nether Path, returning ho.
He placed the bamboo basket in the basent, alongside four sacrificial tables, and then returned to Yu State.
By the ti he ca back, Feng Yao had already prepared everything, and the elderly man’s body had been placed in the coffin, then transferred into a spiritual vehicle.
Wen Yan didn’t hire anyone; he drove the vehicle himself, heading straight for Xiao Xiang County, without even taking the Nether Path.
He rembered Big Sister Ye had said not to take the Nether Path, thinking perhaps, aside from so rules, that Corpse Catchers also don’t take the Nether Path.
Driving back might only take half a day, and Wen Yan didn’t want to save this ti.
Watching Wen Yan leave in silence, Feng Yao saw that most things at the station had been packed up. He needed to call the General Director.
"General Director, Wen Yan has departed.
Everything has been tidied up here, except for damage to one elevator door and losses to so slabs, glass, and so forth, there were no personnel injuries.
We’ve also prepared an explanation, a gas leak, along with..."
"Just co up with an excuse, let the dia release a news report."
"General Director, that’s perhaps too perfunctory, people will..." Feng Yao was startled, sensing sothing amiss.
"Let them guess if they wish, you can’t hide it for too long anyway, gradually release so information in an orderly, controlled manner.
This plan has been in progress for over half a year now, starting from the relaxation of the limitations on certain types of artistic works.
This situation can’t be completely concealed, at least a million people witnessed the fla and felt its intent.
Consider it an organized transmission of information encountering an unforeseeable event.
There’s no need to pay attention to it now, since the Old Celestial Master has already drawn a conclusion.
Now I formally authorize you, concerning today’s incident and related matters, you have first-level access."
"Understood." Feng Yao’s expression turned solemn as he accepted the command, feeling the burden on his shoulders suddenly beco heavier.
After discussing formal matters, the General Director continued.
"That old hero was hard by soone, this cannot be let go."
"General Director, I understand."
"No, you don’t understand, I want you to rember, blood for blood, tooth for tooth."
Upon hearing this, Feng Yao’s heart tensed up; it had been ten years since the General Director had spoken such straightforward and murderous words.
...
anwhile, Wen Yan drove the car at an even speed on the highway.
Spending nearly half a day without stopping, he drove the car continuously until reaching the mountains.
He singlehandedly carried the coffin step by step back to the village, with the coffin never touching the ground the entire ti.
Brother Ye waited at the entrance with people, everything was ready here.
According to custom, the body must rest at the village entrance for at least one night before proceeding with washing, changing, preparing the appearance, and burial procedures.
Wen Yan carefully placed the coffin by himself.
Brother Ye, along with several grandchildren, knelt to the side and shouted loudly.
"Mr. Xie sends our Ye Clan Elder ho."
With a loud shout, they all kowtowed.
"Brother Ye..."
Brother Ye ignored him, eyes filled with tears, they perford three bows and three kowtows.
After completing the ritual, Brother Ye stood up and pulled Wen Yan aside.
"The Elder instructed a few days ago, but I was injured and he didn’t let go. I didn’t expect the Elder couldn’t hold on..."
Wen Yan stayed silent, unsure of what to say.
In silence, he held back his emotions, saying nothing, because he knew that Great Demon would possess, and the fewer people who knew about it, the better.
"The Elder had actually arranged his affairs a few days ago.
He said that when he passed away, he wanted to be buried on the slope of the valley, so he could see that place day and night.
When he t elders of the family, he could turn around and point to that place.
Tell the family elders that the curse has been lifted, and the Ye Clan is completely free..."
Wen Yan closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Alright, tomorrow I will carry the coffin for the Elder and bury it there! Choose the best viewing position for him!"
Looking at the people around, Wen Yan asked.
"Who last saw the Elder that day, I want to know what the Elder said last."
Without hesitation, Brother Ye pulled over a child crying tears and sobs.
Wen Yan extended a hand, touching the child’s head, giving a bit of Yang Energy as a blessing.
He knew for sure that this was the child who had seen the Great Demon before.
"Take your ti, no rush."
The child stuttered as he began to recount the events of that evening.
Wen Yan quickly captured the key words.
Only three sentences, three questions.
Curse lifted? Really lifted? And the key?
It was undoubtedly the Great Demon.
The Elder wouldn’t ask such questions in succession.
"At that ti, grandpa’s expression was a bit scary, I... I thought it was because I stayed up late studying with the light on, grandpa said it would ruin my eyes..." The boy didn’t know much, but actually, his simple thoughts often noticed sothing others didn’t.
"What did it look like?"
"It was like... like I did sothing wrong, and my mom was standing at the door with a stick waiting for , she looked like she was smiling, but it was really scary."
Wen Yan’s pupils dilated suddenly and he imdiately asked.
"Was it the kind of smile that doesn’t reach the eyes?"
"I’m not sure..."
Brother Ye imdiately added.
"Indeed, it was a smile that doesn’t reach the eyes."
Wen Yan nodded slightly and imdiately took out his phone, bringing up a photo taken by surveillance earlier, a middle-aged woman with a strange expression.
"Was it like this?"
"Yes, yes, just like this." The boy nodded repeatedly, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
Wen Yan patted the boy’s head again, offering another bit of Yang Energy.
"You did very well. Your grandpa wasn’t scolding you, he’s the one who loved you children the most."
Wen Yan took out his phone and fed the image into the Black Box, assigning it a task.
"Starting from the location and ti of this image, find all those who suddenly wore this expression, mark the ti, compile and record everything, including previous surveillance, search for all targets."
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