Chapter 79

After weeding the tomb, it was getting late, but thankfully, the rain had stopped.

Liu Wuyi immediately woke up his son, who was napping under the tree. The two of them went down on their knees and lit an incense stick. Next, they placed some joss paper and a plate of honey steamed buns in front of the tombstone. The honey steamed bun was Mrs. Liu’s favorite food, so Liu Wuyi had prepared some in person especially for her, without asking Shiliu for help.

“Mom, your son is here!” Zixiu banged his forehead three times in front of the gravestone. Though he had no memory of his mother, he was full of grief at the moment.

After that, he lit the dark yellow joss papers, which he had asked the Yus to buy in town. He spread out two or three sheets of joss paper at a time, and in a few minutes, the pile was reduced to ashes quietly in the orange flames.

Though with heavy hearts, after the simple ceremony, the two of them didn’t forget that they had another important thing to do.

Walking to the tree where Zixiu had been dozing, Liu Wuyi opened the bag, poured down all the rags onto the ground, and threw the burning joss paper at them.

As a plume of black smoke slowly rising, the two of them caught a whiff of a pungent smell, like burnt fur. That was why they didn’t dare burn the rags in Yu’s house.

Though Zixiu had stuffed cotton in his nostrils, he still couldn’t stand the terrible smell and started vomiting with his hand against the trunk of the tree.

The corner of Liu Wuyi’s mouth twitched unconsciously. Though he didn’t want to think about it, from the conversation between Prince Mu and Lingxiao, he could tell they had been fighting over Zixiu that night.

When the rags had burned out, it grew darker. Zixiu’s face was pale from vomiting and he was in a daze, barely able to stand firmly. Having no choice, Liu Wuyi had to tuck the umbrella under his arm and helped his son to Yu’s Village with difficulty, trudging along the muddy field path.

It took them nearly two hours to travel a few miles! Zixiu felt a little better when he saw the candlelight shining through the windows of those houses near the entrance to the village. He then used the umbrella as a walking stick and moved cautiously forward on his own.

When they were about to enter the village, they suddenly heard dogs barking and babies crying. As Liu Wuyi used to be a martial arts cultivator who was more vigilant than those common people were, he was certain that some outsiders must have come into the village. Without hesitation, he wrapped around his son’s waist with his arms, and leaped to behind a haystack in the field, using his Qing Kung skills.

Sure enough, after a while, they heard the sounds of regular footsteps echoing nearby while a line of torches closed in on them like a dragon. Next, they saw a group of soldiers in blue uniforms!

Looking at each other, Liu Wuyi and Zixiu felt their hearts sink at once. Thankfully, they didn’t leave any clue in Yu’s house before they came out, and the clothes Zixiu was wearing when he escaped from the Prince Mu’s Mansion had been destroyed in time!

Seeing nobody there, the soldiers ran away along the road.

“Thank God! Mom, thank you for blessing us!” Zixiu muttered in the direction of his mother’s tomb with his eyes closed before he crossed himself.

Liu Wuyi looked at him in confusion, but he didn’t ask any questions. His son had always been pretty weird, so he had been used to it.

The two waited outside the village until the moonlight poured down on the ground through the thick clouds and the village fell into silence.

Though the dogs had stopped barking, they suddenly heard several wolf howls! Zixiu was so scared that he couldn’t help but shiver behind the haystack, and only then did Liu Wuyi find in surprise that his son was running a fever again!