Beasts don’t deserve sympathy.
“My son… my son… Master, why didn’t you save my son? Did you do this on purpose?” Li Chunxiang turned her head and glared at Li Qiao with bitter resentment.
Tang Liusu stepped in first and said, “Aunt Li, Wang Qiang was the one who did this. Why are you blaming Qiaoqiao? She warned you all beforehand. You brought this upon yourselves, and no one else is to blame.”
Murder and corpse desecration—every single act warranted Wang Qiang’s death.
Now that the tool of his crimes had been destroyed, Tang Liusu felt nothing but satisfaction!
“Isn’t she supposed to be a master? What did my son do wrong? My son is ruined, and you all bear the blame!”
“His fate today is half your fault. He raped and killed someone and defiled a corpse. For the rest of his life, your son will suffer worse than death, and your family’s fortune will be severed right here! If you want to preserve whatever life he has left, then give that girl a grand burial.”
Otherwise—
Neither Wang Qiang nor Li Chunxiang would escape. The moment Li Chunxiang heard that she had to give that wretched girl who harmed her son a grand burial, her discontent flared up instantly.
It was clear—Li Chunxiang was not going to do it.
After Li Qiao walked out, Tang Liusu caught up and asked, “Qiaoqiao, is it all over between them?”
“That depends on what the Wang family chooses to do.”
“He’s done every heinous thing imaginable. Even if he dies, it’s karma. Qiaoqiao, is Aye’s soul at the Wang house?”
“No. There’s something strange about this village.”
Li Qiao stood on the dirt path, surveying the grave mounds in the fields. The soil on top of every single one had been freshly turned.
All of them.
Every single grave mound had been redone. Tang Liusu asked in confusion, “Could it be that they’ve relocated the graves?”
“Liusu, dear, you’ve got it—the graves in the village have indeed been moved. There’s a unified cemetery now. Before long, all these mounds will be leveled flat,” said an old man passing by with a cheerful laugh.
“Uncle Li… what’s going on?”
“Not long ago, a master visited the village chief’s home. He said the feng shui of our village was off, and that the deceased should all be buried in one place for the sake of everyone’s fortune. And wouldn’t you know it—ever since the graves were moved, a lot of good things have happened in the village…”
At that point, Uncle Li opened up.
The wife of the Ma family at the head of the village, who’d been barren for ten years, got pregnant. The fool at the end of the village, who’d been mentally disabled for eight years, returned to normal—
And many other miraculous things. The villagers gradually came to believe the master’s words, and even those who’d originally opposed the relocation began clamoring for it.
Li Qiao raised an eyebrow in surprise, her expression cool and detached. She immediately asked for the location of the collective cemetery.
Following Uncle Li’s directions, the two arrived at the back mountain of the village!
Li Qiao halted in her steps, gazing ahead. The area above was thick with auspicious light.
“Who’s there?”
A voice laced with authority rang out.
From a thatched hut by the cemetery stepped a plainly dressed young man. He looked the two over and said, “Here for a grave relocation? Sign your names here and wait in line.”
The young man pointed to the table in front of the hut.
“May I ask how to address you?” Tang Liusu asked.
“Yang Ming.”
The young man, who called himself Yang Ming, wasn’t particularly warm. After Tang Liusu signed her name, Yang Ming frowned slightly. “I don’t recall anyone with the surname Tang in this village.”
Li Qiao caught his muttering loud and clear. She gave Yang Ming an extra glance and asked, “Now that all the grave mounds in the village have been moved here, can the entire village’s fortune really be changed?”
