The unlucky guy was reborn as a lucky girl from a farm

The sudden cough broke the original tranquility and brought the young man back to reality from his trance.

He suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had kept the bailiffs waiting for a long time, and a trace of apology appeared on his face.

He quickly turned around and looked at the yamen runners who had been waiting anxiously for a long time, and said with a little guilt: "I am so sorry, gentlemen, I was distracted just now and delayed you so much time. I am really sorry, let's set off now."

After saying that, the bailiff pushed the cart forward, and the young man followed behind them, and the group resumed their original journey.

Nier's heart was filled with reluctance and attachment to Sister Xiaodie. She wished she could personally follow everyone to see Sister Xiaodie off on her last journey in life.

However, the reality was placed before her mercilessly - the affairs here were simply too busy.

Even though it was already night time, there was still a steady stream of patients being sent in, and as an indispensable part of this place, Nier simply couldn't get away.

Whenever Nier thought about not being able to see Sister Xiaodie off for the last time, her heart felt like being stabbed by a needle. She could only silently wish Sister Xiaodie a good journey in her heart.

At this time, the night was as deep as ink, covering the entire world, and there was silence and darkness all around.

Originally, the exhausted Nier thought she could take a short break to relax her tense nerves and tired body.

However, fate always seemed to like playing tricks on people. Just when she was about to take a breath, several patients were rushed in.

In desperation, Nier had to pull herself together and continue to stay in front of the stove, carefully boiling the herbs to cure diseases and save lives.

Looking at the newly built stove in front of her, Nier couldn't help but think of that young man.

Recalling his appearance and his words and deeds, Ni'er thought to herself: "Looking at him, he is a calm and reasonable person. Sister Xiaodie's body was burned, so he should not have a conflict with the yamen runners."

But then, another thought came to her mind, making Nier feel a little worried.

"But...he is all alone here, without parents or relatives to take care of him. Now even his sister Xiaodie, who had always been with him, has left him. How is he supposed to handle this? Will he lose his mind and do something stupid?"

Thinking of this, Nier's heart grew heavier, and she shook her head gently, trying to dispel these disturbing thoughts.

But the picture in my mind is like an indelible shadow, always lingering in my heart.

Nier slowly raised her head and looked at the thick smoke rising in the distance, muttering to herself: "I hope I am overthinking it. May Sister Xiaodie's spirit in heaven protect him from doing stupid things. May everything be fine..."

The young man stood there like a statue, staring blankly ahead. There, Xiaodie was trapped in a raging fire, being mercilessly devoured and surrounded by the flames.

The billowing smoke rose up like a giant black dragon, spreading in all directions with its fangs and claws bared.

The thick and pungent smoke quickly filled the air, choking the people around and causing them to cough continuously. Their noses were already covered with cloth strips, and adding another layer did not help, as they looked in pain.

However, what was surprising was that the young man seemed to be unaware of it and still stood there stupidly, as if he was isolated from the whole world.

The flickering, bright and dim light of the fire shone on his expressionless face, making his already well-defined features appear even more profound.

No one knew what he was thinking at this moment. Perhaps he was shocked and unbelievable about the scene before him; or perhaps he was filled with endless sadness and despair deep in his heart...

Only after all objects were completely burned up by the raging fire did the yamen runners who were responsible for guarding the scene begin to frantically put out the flames.

At this time, the young man kept staring at the bones that had not been completely burned in the ashes that were still emitting wisps of smoke.

After a long while, he suddenly stepped forward, stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the sleeve of one of the yamen runners, and said in an almost pleading tone: "Sir, please be kind and allow me to find a suitable place to bury these remaining bones?"

After hearing what the young man said, the yamen runner turned around and looked up and down at the young man in front of him.

When he saw the complex expression of sadness and earnestness on the young man's face, he couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in his heart.

So, the yamen runner hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Are you sure you can tell which bones are the ones left by the girl just now? You know, we send many people who need to be cremated here every day, and this pile of bones contains the remains of many different people."

The young man nodded vigorously, and the look in his eyes changed from cautious pleading to a hint of surprise. He didn't think they would agree, but now it seemed as if he had seen himself successfully taking the bones away.

He thought to himself, "As long as I can tell the difference, I should be able to achieve my goal smoothly."

Fearing that the official in front of him might suddenly change his mind, the young man could not wait to speak: "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely be able to sort them out clearly! Thank you very much for your kindness. And I promise that I will find a suitable place nearby to dispose of these bones. I will definitely not cause any trouble or embarrass you."

The yamen runner looked at the young man's sincere and slightly pleading expression, and couldn't help but feel a little moved. He thought that the young man looked really pitiful, but he just wanted a few bones. In this case, he might as well do him a favor and agree to his small request.

So the bailiff nodded slightly, indicating that he agreed to the young man's request.

After getting the consent of the yamen runner, the young man couldn't help but show a look of joy, thinking secretly in his heart that he must act quickly and not delay others.

So, without saying anything, he reached out his hand and planned to pick up the bone directly.

At this critical moment, someone nearby happened to see his reckless behavior, and quickly stopped him, and scolded him with a serious face and tone: "Are you crazy, kid? Don't you want your hand anymore?"