"How beautiful the longing!" Many from the Liu Mansion and Lu Lianrong's disciples laughed joyfully.
...
On the road, they talked about another mysterious incident, which was related to Xiang Da'nan.
It was said that the disciples found nothing after searching the corpses along the way.
At the chaotic gravesite, everyone was disappointed.
That was indeed the anxiety of the heart, a sigh that would only deepen the sorrow.
Xiang Da'nan, heartbroken, sat on a broken stele at a grave, not expecting it to suddenly snap. He fell backward into the collapsed grave mound behind him, initially thinking it contained only dry bones, but to his surprise, there was a half-fresh corpse, which almost scared him to death.
He clambered out of the grave mound in a disheveled state, astonished and undecided, then jumped back in to have another look, and surely there was the fresh corpse.
Suddenly, ghost fire appeared in the grave, frightening Xiang Da'nan to leap out again.
