Grudge Breaker

Chapter 130 I would rather be broken than jade -
"What are you doing standing still? What are you planning?"

An impatient roar brought her back to reality. Song Weichen shook his head hastily, saying that he had never seen the world and was dazzled by this prosperous scene.

"Why don't you get in! Can't I ask you to treat me in a big sedan chair?" The masked man at the head was not angry.

Song Weichen followed the instructions and quickly entered the Xuannv Pavilion with low eyebrows. No matter what, she had to be honest tonight. The chance to make them relax their vigilance was only once at best, and it was obviously not today.
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Sitting on the elegant seat of Xuannv Pavilion, she took a quick glance at the audience, and saw that there were many people there, which was as lively as the Wangyue Tower.

Most of them wore masks, and there were also a few people from the ghost market. The four men who escorted her were among them, and they watched her closely.

Song Weichen's palms couldn't help but sweat. It wasn't because she was nervous, but because she needed to quickly decide what music to play - not only to make the unintentional people suspicious, but also to allow the interested people to spread the information.

If I'm lucky, the secret stake in Sichen's mansion might be right under this stage.

After thinking for a while, an ancient song "Huang Yun Qiu Sai" written by Huang Tingjian in the Song Dynasty flowed out from her fingertips. Anyone who knows a little about music will know that this is a homesick song beyond the Great Wall.

She was clearly secretly sending the coordinates to the big bosses - the frontier fortress was wild and peaceful, thousands of miles away, looking forward to Qinchuan and thinking about returning to her hometown.
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After the song was over, the masked man motioned for her to go back home. Although Song Weichen wanted to escape, he did not dare to delay at all, and left obediently.

As soon as she came out of the third cave, she heard someone calling her from behind, "Stay here, girl, you play the music so well, I feel homesick."

Song Weichen turned around and saw a kind-hearted old lady. She looked like she was dressed like a stranger, so she must be from the ghost market. Not knowing the details and not daring to make any mistakes, he immediately smiled lightly, bowed slowly and took it as a return gift for her praise.

The masked man at the head hugged his fists when he saw the visitor. He seemed to be very familiar with it and said, "Grandma Huang, you are in such a good mood today that you are here to listen to the music too?"

"You Thirteen asked me to come. He said he was the top one today, but he didn't lie."

"Do you want to go home? Come together, we will also escort you."

The leader of the man in the fang mask was considerate and docile to the old woman. Song Weichen smiled. It seemed that no matter how green the fang-faced man was, he was still a person of flesh and blood, but only to a limited number of people.

And as long as people still have flesh and blood, they must have weaknesses.

As long as there is a weakness, she will have a chance to escape!
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"Girl, where are you from?"

Song Weichen thought for a while, then mouthed that he was from Qingshan Village, and that he had a younger sister named Chen Baoer at home.

Seeing that she was stunned by old man Quyin, he looked at the man in the fanged mask in disbelief, "Who is this girl?"

"Yeah, goods."

"Shisan's goods?" The old woman couldn't help but confirm again and again, "Oh, it's a pity that such good hands can play such good music!"

"This Thirteen is the same. Why don't you just open his Xuannv Pavilion? You have to follow the Fourteenth and mess around!"

"Grandma Huang, you are old and confused. The Thirteenth Master has always been doing this for a living. It is the Third Uncle who opens the Xuannv Pavilion. Don't worry about these junior matters."

"I'm older, I'm older!"

Grandma Huang shook her head and held Song Weichen's hand lovingly.

"I think back then, I had such tender hands, and I loved playing the piano for the master in my spare time. But I didn't play well, but the master didn't give up, and kept saying I liked it."
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"Grandma Huang, where is your hometown? Is it far from here?"

Song Weichen said it several times with her mouth and gestures with her hands and feet, and the old woman finally understood what she meant.

The old man looked up at the rock wall, seeming to be looking at a beautiful scene.

"My hometown is in Danxia Town. Have you heard of this place?"

Danxia Town? It sounds a bit familiar. The girl named Li Qingshui seems to have mentioned that she is from Danxia Town? Song Weichen hesitated, nodded, and then shook his head.

"There is a small lake in front of my house. Because it is surrounded by mountains on three sides, there is almost no strong wind. It is sparkling all day long. In the evening, when the sunset shines on the lake, it is as beautiful as a little girl putting on rouge. "When the sun goes down and the master puts away the fishing nets, we sit in the yard and watch the stars. In summer, the fireflies will accompany us to watch. He said that when we have children, we will watch the stars together. Tell the child a story, and when he gets tired, light a fire in the yard and roast sweet potatoes for him to eat. "

When the old man said this, I wonder if it was because of the candlelight shining on the road. The stars in her eyes were particularly beautiful, and Song Weichen seemed to have seen the old man's appearance decades ago.

"Your husband, he must love you very much."

After hearing this, the old man looked a little shy. He fixed his hair like a girl and said to the fanged mask man and Song Weichen, "Then I'll leave first. I have to rush back to make supper for the boss."

"The road is slippery! Please watch your step!" the man in the fang mask warned worriedly.
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Looking at the back of the old man, Song Weichen couldn't help but sigh to the masked man, "How wonderful. Grandma and grandpa have been loving each other all their lives. It's really enviable."

The masked man saw the shape of her mouth, but ignored her. He waited until Granny Huang's back was out of sight, then gently pushed Song Weichen, signaling her to move forward.

"There is no such thing as grandpa. Grandma Huang has lived here for more than seventy years. She has been alone since she came here, and she is still alone after all these years."

"She is too old and confused."

Song Weichen felt sad for a while after hearing this. She didn't know if what Granny Huang said was her imagination or if it really happened in the past.

At this age, the old man has forgotten many things, but he still remembers that the fireflies accompanied her and her lover to watch the stars by the lake on summer nights. No matter what, Song Weichen hoped that this eternal romance would be true.
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Returning to the door of the cabin with a sigh and waiting for the masked man to unlock the chain, Song Weichen noticed that there was also a small banner on the door lintel with the word "Guibing" written on it.

"Stay there and I'll send you there tomorrow night. If you behave well, they will suffer less."

As he spoke, the masked man handed her a box of exquisite snacks and pushed her through the door.

The atmosphere in the room was dull and depressing. The lights were always bright inside and outside the door, but there were two distinct worlds. Song Weichen put the snacks on the table and motioned for everyone to eat, but no one moved.

Sighing softly, he went to the bathroom to wash his hands and face. The candle was half lit and he was half asleep. Some gray-white tofu-like things fell on the stone countertop. Song Weichen wiped it clean with a towel.

She sniffed. After all, she was in the heart of the mountain. Not only was the stone wall damp, but the smell of rotting plant roots that had accumulated over the years could not be removed. To be honest, it was really not a place for people, and she didn't know that Granny Huang had been there for dozens of years. How did Nian survive in a place like this?

After leaving the bathroom, everyone still maintained the same posture as before, and even the expressions on their faces did not change. She wanted to talk to Chu Shi again, but she looked twice and couldn't find anyone. Could it be that he was in the latrine? No, I just passed by the hut and there was no one inside.

Song Weichen walked up to Li Qingshui who was huddled in the corner and patted her, "Where's the tenth day of the lunar month?"

Li Qingshui had no reaction, and Song Weichen pushed her again and asked, "Where's the tenth day of the lunar month?"

Some bad feelings welled up in Song Weichen's heart. She couldn't explain what they were. A dense fear gnawed at her heart. "She was taken away?"

Li Qingshui shook his head.

"She was released? Someone came to rescue her? Impossible. If so, you wouldn't have this expression."

"What happened on the tenth day of the lunar month!"
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Li Qingshui's lips trembled and he tried his best to control it, but tears still flowed down his face.

She raised her hand and pointed slightly at the bathroom.

"He crashed into the stone wall of the bathroom and his brains were splattered all over the floor."

"Someone came just a while ago to take the body away and clean it up."

After speaking, Li Qingshui shivered and took out a small piece of clothing rag from his arms and handed it to her. Song Weichen recognized it as the clothes for the tenth day of the lunar month.

She held it in her hand for a long time before she had the courage to open it. The words on it were dark red, which must have come from the blood on her fingertips.

"I'm grateful for our acquaintance, but I regret meeting you too late."