Reborn to marry a playboy, the scumbag kneels down and calls me aunt

The man in black held the dagger upside down, clamped it on his arm and wiped off the blood.

"Oh, I'll burn it for you when you get to the underworld."

After saying that, the man in black took out a porcelain bottle and sprinkled white powder on Da Zhuang's body. A harsh sound came from the body and an unpleasant smell was emitted.

After a while, Da Zhuang's body turned into blood.

The wind blew the fallen leaves, covering the mess on the ground, and it seemed as if nothing had happened in the yard.

Half an hour later, in the palace.

The Third Prince stood up from the couch in surprise, "What did you say? The Crown Prince's Consort has already left the capital with her little maid?"

The guard in black clasped his fists and said, "Your Highness, what you said is absolutely true."

"Okay, okay." The Third Prince was excited. "It is not convenient for me to touch you in the capital, but if you die on the road outside the capital... hehe."

There was a hint of heat in the third prince's eyes, and he whispered something in the guard's ear.

The guard's eyes turned cold and he clasped his fists in acceptance of the order.

The Third Prince was in high spirits at the thought that he would soon be able to get rid of the thorn in his heart, and he even sang a little song in his bedroom.

Before I knew it, half of the day was over.

The wide official road was dusty and the carriage moved slowly forward.

Yinhuan's home is in the north, about 200 miles away from the capital. It is neither close nor far. It takes about two days to travel by carriage.

Along the way, Yinhuan's little face was tense. She looked at the road outside eagerly, wishing she could return home immediately.

Su Xuqing felt distressed, so she pulled her to her side to comfort her.

The bright moon startled a magpie on a branch, and the cicadas chirped in the midnight breeze.

After a night, another day begins at full speed.

It was not until sunset that Su Xuqing and his party arrived at Yinhuan's hometown, Shanshui Village outside Youzhou City.

The carriage and the armored guards entered the village and quickly attracted the attention of the villagers.

Guard Captain Li Qing walked in front and looked at the man who was looking out the door and asked loudly, "Where is your village chief now?"

The man bowed respectfully and said, "Your Excellency, the village chief is now at the mass grave in the north of the village, and he wants to dig up the coffins and burn the evil spirits."

Upon hearing this, Li Qing suddenly became anxious.

"Hurry and lead the way!"

In the carriage, Yinhuan nervously held Su Xuqing's hand, tears coming down.

Su Xuqing patted her back gently and whispered to comfort her, "Don't worry, if the village chief really dares to make trouble, Madam will definitely help him vent his anger."

Yinhuan nodded heavily and reached out to wipe away her tears.

There was an offering table on the mass grave.

A witch with five-colored feathers on her head was jumping left and right, chanting incomprehensible spells.

After a long while, the witch seemed to have finished her recitation. She picked up the bell and shook it wildly, and finally began to speak human language.

"Don't blame the dead souls, the evil spirits must be eliminated!"

With a clang, the witch smashed the bell on the table and said in an unfathomable tone: "The dead spirits seem to be unwilling for you to dig the ground."

Not far behind the witch, stood an old man with gray hair.

The old man had shifty eyes and a hunchback. He turned around and looked at the villagers behind him, coughed twice and said, "Dear friends, the witch has spent a lot of energy to perform a ritual to eliminate disasters for our village. Although our Shanshui Village doesn't have much money, we can't let her come empty-handed. Why don't we pool our money and give the witch some hard work fee before we get started?"

As he spoke, the village chief took the lead and handed a string of copper coins to the witch, which looked like there were more than twenty coins.

Although the villagers were reluctant to spend the money, they also understood that nothing would be accomplished without spending the money.

So the villagers took out copper coins from their pockets and put them into the witch's pocket.

After the witch took the money, the corners of her drooping mouth began to rise.

Her wrinkled face showed a solemn expression, "Since everyone trusts me so much, I will convince the dead souls for you today even if I am seriously injured!"

There was another round of clanging, and the witch shouted, "The dead souls retreat, and go to heaven, hurry up and command!"

After the ghost screamed, the witch gasped heavily, as if she had run up and down the mountain several times.

"Yes, it's okay. The dead soul has agreed."

The village chief grinned and said, "Let's start digging!"

The young and strong men in the village were carrying shovels and were about to start working when they suddenly heard a burst of applause.

"Wonderful, really wonderful. There are too many liars and not enough fools."

The village chief's brows furrowed when he heard this. He turned around and shouted, "Who is talking nonsense here?"

The villagers looked back and saw a gorgeously dressed woman slowly approaching with a little maid.

The villagers with good memory recognized Yinhuan at once and exclaimed, "Isn't this Yinhuan? How did she come back? Who is the woman next to her? The clothes she is wearing are so beautiful."

"I heard that Yinhuan works as a maid in a wealthy family. I guess she's her master, right?"

"What is her master doing here?"

The villagers were chattering, but Yinhuan had no time to listen to what they were saying. She ran to the grave in small steps and stretched out her hand to stop everyone.

"You are not allowed to touch my mother's grave."

The village chief's face turned dark and he cursed in his heart who leaked the news and let the little girl come back.

"Yinhuan! Your mother's grave has been occupied by an evil spirit. If it is not dug up and burned, it will bring bad luck to our village. If something happens to the villagers, can you afford to bear the consequences?"

The village chief looked old, and his voice was quite loud when he shouted, which immediately stunned Yinhuan.

Yinhuan didn't know how to refute and her eyes turned red with anxiety.

The village chief sneered and said slowly: "What are you still standing there for? Why don't you let her take it away."

"Wait a minute."

Su Xuqing interrupted the village chief and walked up to Yinhuan with graceful steps.

The village chief looked at Su Xuqing with dissatisfaction, "Madam, this matter is our Shanshui Village's business, and has nothing to do with an outsider like you."

Su Xuqing ignored his words and pointed at the grave. "You said there was an evil spirit here?"

"That's natural."

The village chief stroked his beard menacingly.

"Why do you think so?" Su Xuqing asked again.

"A weasel moving on a grave is a very bad omen in Feng Shui, and the fortune teller has already checked and found that there is indeed evil spirits!"

The village chief swore and spoke seriously.

"I see." Su Xuqing nodded slightly and turned to look at the witch. "So you can see evil spirits and communicate with the dead?"

The witch held a pitch-black cane and looked arrogant. "Of course, I am the most powerful witch in this village."

Su Xuqing heard this and showed a sinister expression, "Then look at me, am I a human or a ghost?"

A mountain breeze blew by, and Su Xuqing's words suddenly made everyone shudder.

The witch was stunned for a moment, then she cleared her throat and said, "The girl has flesh and blood, so she is naturally a human being."

Su Xuqing had an idea and took something from the laboratory and rubbed it on her palms. She spread her palms and a faint blue flame burst out from them, casting a ghostly glow on her cheeks.