The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity-Chapter 429 - 427: Take Her Home

"Get them out of here!"

The homeowner came out, an elderly lady with white hair and a young man, the lady’s face looking fierce, while the young man by her side nodded submissively.

"Let us through, this is my Ni Ni! Let me see my daughter!"

"People are already dead, can’t you let us have one last look?"

Fang Kaisheng and Ying Caixia cried their eyes out, and the onlookers couldn’t help but feel a twinge of emotion.

Qin Zhao took out a stack of red banknotes and said to the homeowners, "Let them pay their respects, and we will contribute some money."

In an instant, all eyes turned to Qin Zhao.

People from the small mountain village had never seen so much money, and their eyes warmed with greed.

The old lady’s eyes shone brightly, and only then did she relent, "You can pay your respects, but give us the money first. We’re hosting a funeral banquet, not letting you eat and drink for free."

Qin Zhao handed over five one hundred yuan notes to her, just five hundred yuan, which made the old lady grin from ear to ear.

"Come in then, everyone who comes is a guest."

The body of the deceased had been in the courtyard for several days and had not yet been taken for the funeral.

According to local custom, the body needed to be kept for a full seven days before the funeral could take place on the first seven days of mourning.

During these seven days, the family would organize funeral affairs for the deceased.

Aside from pacifying the dead soul, the funeral banquet also served as a means for the host family to recoup the money given by the attendees, much like a social exchange found in many rural ceremonial events.

This family would hold a funeral for Ni Ni to collect the money.

"What relation was the deceased to you?"

Hearing Qin Zhao’s question, the old lady, eyeing the money, replied to her, "She was my son’s wife. We took her to the mountains to collect firewood a while back, and she became possessed by a ghost.

Not only did she kill her newborn child, but she also drowned herself in the river."

"Her mind was always not right, babbling to herself every day."

"Yes, every time I saw her, she was always talking to herself."

"She was a crazy woman who could even kill her own child."

After the old lady finished speaking, the surrounding villagers couldn’t help but agree.

Ying Caixia and her husband took the chance to open the coffin; because of the cold weather, the body had not yet decomposed, so it was possible to see its features.

In the eyebrows and eyes, it seemed to overlap with the image of their own child in their memory.

"This is definitely my Ni Ni, it’s definitely our Ni Ni!" Ying Caixia said to her husband excitedly.

"Husband, I want to take her home, I can’t leave her here!"

"Okay, we’ll take her home."

Together, they lifted the girl’s body out of the coffin.

"What are you doing? Stealing the body?"

The old lady’s son became furious and moved to stop them, but Fang Kaisheng kicked him away.

"Get lost! I’ve already heard from others that you bought this wife, she’s not from here! She’s my daughter who got lost, and I’m taking her home!"

Ying Caixia glared at him with hatred, "You just wait, I’m going to get the police and have you all arrested!"

"Mom! These people are just here to cause trouble!"

The young man shouted out to the elderly lady.

She went to grab a hoe, calling several strong villagers to her aid.

"Put her down, once she entered my house, she became one of us. She’s also caused the death of my grandson; I haven’t even settled accounts with her!"

"The person is dead, how do you want to settle accounts?"

"Regardless, she’s one of us, you can’t take her away!"

The crowd erupted into arguing, the villagers all supporting the family; Fang Kaisheng and Ying Caixia were no match for them, and it looked like their daughter’s body was about to be taken back.

Suddenly, a strange force swept all those villagers away.

Chu Yan stood behind Qin Zhao, coldly observing them.

"Don’t think that just because you’re in some remote backwater, no one can touch you. You just said with your own mouths, she was bought. Even if she’s not Ying Caixia’s daughter, she shouldn’t stay here."

The others looked at Qin Zhao and her group strangely, wondering what fierce wind had blown them here.

The old woman, standing by the side, couldn’t help but continue to oppose.

"If she’s not her daughter, what rights does she have to take her away? If you have the guts, call the village head over to judge! She’s been married to my son for several years now. How is she not a part of our family?"

Qin Zhao sneered, "Since that’s the case, let’s let the deceased herself say whether she wants to stay here or not."

A beam of golden light appeared at the tip of her finger, and suddenly the sky turned dark.

Winds howled, and a soul drifted over from the mountains onto the little path in the village.

Everyone exchanged glances, feeling an inexplicable chill down their spines.

"What kind of people are you?"

This time, the question was asked with a tremble in the voice.

"Woo woo woo."

Before Qin Zhao could answer, a strange, echoing crying sound came from the distance.

"Woo woo woo, I want to go home."

The girl’s mournful cries, alongside the suddenly gloomy skies, made one’s scalp tingle with unease.

A cold wind blew in from the doorway.

The girl, with a pale blue-grey complexion and resentful eyes, suddenly floated before them.

"Ah! A ghost!"

"There’s a ghost! Run!"

Ni Ni’s first seven days of mourning had not yet passed, and her soul still wandered the mountains.

Since these people insisted on keeping her here, Qin Zhao summoned her soul over.

The villagers scattered and fled, while the old woman and the young man collapsed to the ground in fear.

Fang Kaisheng and Ying Caixia, though scared, bravely approached the soul.

"Ni Ni, is that you? I’m your mother!"

"I’m your father. Do you recognize us? It’s all our fault, we arrived too late."

The couple’s eyes were filled with tears.

The girl looked at them for a while, and the resentment in her eyes seemed to dissipate somewhat.

"Dad, Mom...."

She choked up, rushing forward to embrace Ying Caixia.

But as a soul, she couldn’t touch the living and passed right through Ying Caixia’s body.

"Mom, woo woo woo, I want to go home. Take me home."

She knelt beside Ying Caixia, continuously crying out for home.

This was her preoccupation before death.

After Ni Ni disappeared, she was trafficked to the deep mountains.

Originally sold to be someone’s daughter, but the people in the mountains favored boys over girls. Later, the family that bought her got a boy and then sold her at a high price to this family to be their bride.

Coming to this family, she not only became a child bride but also toiled like a slave every day, working the fields to support the family.

The old woman watched her every day, saying that it was her own parents who didn’t want her and thus sold her here.

But Ni Ni didn’t believe it; she always wanted to return home.

Gradually, the girl turned eighteen.

She bore the young man a son, and the old woman thought she would settle down and wasn’t as vigilant.

The girl still vividly remembered that she had parents and that she had been sold here.

But no one ever came for her, and she could never return to that once wonderful life.

Under the collapse of her psyche, she threw her newborn child to death and then leapt into the river herself.

Going home became her fixation even after death, causing her as a ghost to bring Ying Caixia a haunting dream.

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