Chiang Xiao had never imagined that the pen actually came from an ancient tomb!
Chiang Songhai explained their experience that day very simply.
It was really simple; he finished in just a few sentences.
It happened on the day he went up the mountain to gather herbs and ended up on Bai Gu Mountain. As the name suggests, Bai Gu Mountain was once a burial ground for countless remains and served as an ancient battlefield.
Chiang Xiao had nearly drowned in that Nameless Creek at the foot of Bai Gu Mountain.
Very few people from Siyang Village dared to venture up Bai Gu Mountain because the older generation often said it was filled with the spirits of wrongfully dead, and it had a heavy aura of Yin. People with weak fortunes who went up the mountain could easily become affected by those things.
But there were one or two who boasted strong life energy, brimming with Yang, who occasionally went up to look for game or dig for valuable herbs.
Chiang Songhai was one of them.
However, even they didn't dare to venture too deep, they would usually just roam around the waist of the mountain.
But that time, for some reason, Chiang Songhai ventured further, and then he discovered an old medicinal herb. While digging, he accidentally fell into a deep pit.
"I wandered around in there for a long time, saw some funeral vases and stuff, and realized it was a tomb. The pen was obtained from inside there," Chiang Songhai said.
This was the first time Ge Liutao had heard of this, and she couldn't help expressing her disbelief, "Uncle Hai, how could you dare to take things from inside a tomb? And you even gave it to Little, what if..."
How could anything from a tomb be taken!
"You ask Little, that pen was beautiful," Chiang Songhai looked towards Chiang Xiao and sighed, "It didn't look like the owner of the tomb's possession, rather like something someone else had dropped there."
Although the pen was completely black, the black was truly beautiful, glimmering with starlight, possessing a mysterious and aesthetic sense. She couldn't imagine it belonging to a tomb because when it was first brought back, the pen was just like that, without even a speck of dust or dirt.
Untouched.
Thinking back, Chiang Songhai realized he must have been like someone possessed, intent on giving that pen to his granddaughter.
But this was something he dared not to admit, for fear of scaring his wife.
"Grandpa, Grandma, since that's the case, we must keep tight-lipped about that pen. After all, if word gets out that it's from a tomb, it could be dangerous!" Chiang Xiao spoke with a pale face, her expression quite solemn.
Chiang Songhai and Chiang Liutao naturally nodded vigorously in agreement.
"When I finally struggled out, the hole collapsed in an instant," Chiang Songhai always felt his memory was fuzzy, as if that brief segment of time wasn't very clear anymore. In any case, whether he picked up the pen from the ground or saw it somewhere and inexplicably brought it back; what exactly the inside of the tomb was like, he simply couldn't remember.
Having come to understand the origin of the pen, Chiang Xiao promptly changed the subject.
Hopefully, no one else had noticed the pen, including Grandpa and Grandma.
"There's also the matter with Ding Dani."
Indeed, the attraction of that pen couldn't compare to the situation with Ding Dani.
"Little, tell Grandpa what you said to the village secretary just now. Was it true?" Chiang Songhai asked.
Chiang Xiao nodded resolutely, "True!"
"What did Little say to Secretary Yao?" Ge Liutao asked anxiously.
"I want to accuse Ding Dani of murder!"
Ge Liutao gasped in shock.
In their close-knit community, any issues were usually settled with a quarrel; she had never heard of anyone taking legal action.
Chiang Xiao took a hand of each, holding onto her grandparents, "I didn't lie; it really was Ding Dani who intentionally pushed me into the creek."