Magong Dongzi appeared to be only middle-aged, wearing an intricately carved kimono. Perhaps because she was now a Spiritual Body, there were no signs of aging on her complexion.
And such attire for a Spiritual Body didn’t make the Magong Family look like they were short on money for buying a grave.
Another wealthy lady!
Beichuan Si took another glance at Magong Tong.
But at this mont, Magong Tong wasn’t paying attention to Beichuan Si’s gaze. She just looked up at Magong Dongzi, who was hovering about ten centiters off the ground, her small mouth agape.
This really was Grandma Dongzi!
"Beichuan, how did you..." Magong Tong was sowhat disoriented. She kept looking at Magong Dongzi in front of her, with various emotions surging in her heart.
Reminiscence, nostalgia, sorrow...
She had vaguely felt Magong Dongzi’s presence by her side ever since... from the very ti of her death.
She was always with her, just as much when she herself was tornted by misfortune...
"Grandma Dongzi..." Magong Tong placed her hands on her chest, looking up at the female figure in the air.
It seed that Magong Tong’s call had an effect, as the Spiritual Body of Magong Dongzi slowly opened her cloudy eyes.
With the first eye she opened, she saw Magong Tong standing in front of her, and with her mouth opening, a very faint and aged voice followed.
"Tong..."
This scene beyond Magong Tong’s imagination unfolded before her, but she no longer cared to distinguish whether it was real or fake; unconsciously, tears began to fill her eyes.
They looked at each other, one old, one young, completely ignoring Beichuan Si in the middle.
Beichuan Si wasn’t soone who couldn’t read the room, so he silently walked out of the Hanedan Spirit Garden, waiting quietly outside for the matter inside to be resolved.
...
It wasn’t until half an hour later that Magong Tong regained her composure and called Beichuan Si back in.
"I’m so sorry, Mr. Temple! I’m so sorry for making you wait outside for so long." Magong Tong bowed frantically to Beichuan Si, her slender waist looking like it might break at any mont from her exaggerated bowing.
But Magong Tong didn’t stop.
One reason was that she felt genuinely grateful for having truly seen Magong Dongzi, and the second reason was her embarrassnt for having doubted Beichuan Si.
Beichuan actually let her see Grandma Dongzi...
Just thinking about it, Magong Tong’s gaze towards Beichuan Si beca filled with gratitude and admiration.
Beichuan Si, without any hesitation, allowed Nishijou Kelian to accept all of her thankfulness.
This ti, thanks to Nishijou Kelian’s effort, the situation was much more easily resolved, and it wouldn’t be fair to her not to accept the gratitude.
They both walked back into the spirit garden, and by this ti, the cloudiness in Magong Dongzi’s consciousness, due to having slept for too long, had completely cleared.
According to Kelian, Magong Dongzi had fallen into a deep sleep because she had given too much of her own good will to Magong Tong.
"Mr. Beichuan, thank you for your help," Magong Dongzi nodded gratefully towards Beichuan Si.
She could wake up in such a short amount of ti thanks to Beichuan Si’s help.
"If you’re going to thank soone, thank her," Beichuan Si said expressionlessly as he waved off the thanks, placing Kelian, who seed a bit exhausted, on his shoulder.
"I’m truly very grateful," Magong Dongzi offered Kelian a light bow.
Once they had exchanged courtesies and expressed enough thanks,
Beichuan Si finally spoke:
"Granny Dongzi, the reason I awakened you was actually for the curse on Magong’s person."
Yes, this was Beichuan Si’s main purpose.
As Magong Tong’s elder, Magong Dongzi would certainly have so understanding of the situation in Shenzhu Village in the past, it might even be due to so local customs or supernatural tales from Shenzhu Village that resulted in a curse entangling Magong Tong.
"Curse?"
Upon hearing this word, Magong Tong subconsciously felt a chill run through her, and her already pale face seed to turn even whiter.
To this day, she seed to be unaware of the curse plaguing her.
Watching the bewildered look on Magong Tong’s face, a hint of doubt also rose in Beichuan Si’s mind.
What’s going on? It feels like Magong Tong has no understanding of her own situation at all.
After all, the keyword "nine years" was sothing he had heard from her.
Just as Beichuan Si was about to ask, his words were interrupted by Magong Dongzi:
"Mr. Beichuan, have you co because of the curse on Tong?"
"Yes. As I’ve observed, the curse on Magong is intensifying, and you, Granny Dongzi, must have also noticed recently that you can no longer control it."
The golden flow may still be sealing the curse now, but one day the repressed curse will burst through the golden flow.
When that happens, Magong Tong’s fate will certainly not be a pretty one.
Magong Dongzi let out a long sigh, her eyebrows tightly knit in thought: "I’m sorry, Mr. Beichuan, my Spiritual Body has lost too much over the past nine years, and so of the mories I should rember are rather hazy. The only thing I can recall is a fragntary ssage."
Her voice, at that mont, carried an inexplicable solemnity:
"The Magong Family, the Shenzhu Family..."
"The Shenzhu Family?" Beichuan Si blinked.
"Yes... that’s all I can barely rember now."
This is sothing she must not forget... distant, brutal, and seemingly laced with a hint of sinister dread...
Even if her Spiritual Body dissipated and her mory was fragnted, Magong Dongzi could still recite it completely.
"So you’re saying, to lift the curse from Magong, we can only investigate the Magong Family and the Shenzhu Family, right?"
If that’s the case, he could also ask Magong Tong’s parents, in case there are details...
"Mr. Beichuan, don’t think about asking Magong Xing and Magong Zhen. Only those who were in the Shenzhu Village, the Magong Main Family and the Shenzhu Main Family, would be clear about the village’s affairs, along with so others... Sorry, I can’t recall any more." Magong Dongzi’s Spiritual Body trembled and distorted, clearly, the forced recollection was making her entire Spiritual Body unstable.
Magong Xing and Magong Zhen, those must be the nas of Magong Tong’s parents.
"... I understand." Beichuan Si nodded, sighing inwardly.
Most of the clues now seed to have broken off, leaving him rather perplexed.
A curse differs from a grudge; to completely eliminate it, one must eradicate the source of the curse—
Hence, field investigation at this ti must also be promptly put on the agenda.
But there was still sothing Beichuan Si couldn’t figure out.
He turned back to look at Magong Tong: "Magong, do you really not rember anything about Shenzhu Village?"
"Shen...zhu Village?" Magong Tong pondered deeply upon hearing this unfamiliar term and eventually shook her head: "I really can’t rember anything, Beichuan."
That wasn’t right.
According to the records, Magong Tong should have lived in Shenzhu Village during her childhood, and even if nine years had passed, the mory of a seven or eight-year-old child couldn’t possibly have such a significant gap.
Shenzhu Village, Shenzhu Family... the Magong Family...
What exactly is hidden among them?
Everything that happened nine years ago still remains subrged in darkness.
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