Grudge Breaker

Chapter 188: The Trickster's Suspicion (Part )
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Granny Huang lay on the ground with her eyes closed, not moving. It was unclear whether she was asleep or...

Song Weichen's first reaction was of course to go forward and help her up, but he didn't dare.

She stood there hesitantly as if she was under a spell. She wanted to move forward but couldn't, and she wanted to retreat but didn't dare to move even a step.

Song Weichen, who hardly sweated at all, suddenly broke out in a thin sweat. She was afraid that the old lady Huang in front of her was already a corpse, and she was even more afraid that she would suddenly open her eyes again when she went forward to check!
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He didn't know how long the stalemate lasted, and he encouraged himself countless times in his heart. Song Weichen closed his eyes, made up his mind, and took out a crutch leaning against the wall in the strange cave, then touched the old man from a distance with the trembling end of his hand.

Grandma Huang still didn't respond, but the touch from the crutch made Song Weichen realize that she was soft and not in rigor mortis, which meant that she was most likely still alive.

Touching her gently with his cane again, Song Weichen called out softly, "Grandma, Grandma Huang?"

There was still no response, but this time she saw clearly that Grandma Huang's abdomen was moving up and down in a slightly regular rhythm, which meant she was definitely still alive. In this situation, she had no choice but to go ahead.

She lifted her skirt and passed through the gap between the two boxes, carefully avoiding the unknown things on the ground. The powders of different colors and materials extended from each box and gathered towards Grandma Huang, and finally squatted in front of her.

She stretched out her hand and then retracted it. After hesitating for a long time, she finally put her hand under Grandma Huang's nose to check her breathing. Song Weichen was really nervous to death. She might have been frightened by the monster just now and became suspicious. She was afraid that the old woman would suddenly open her eyes and bite her.

Fortunately, all these horrible imaginations did not happen, and Grandma Huang's breathing was normal!

I touched her wrist and neck again. Her body temperature seemed to be lower than that of ordinary people, but her pulse and carotid artery were very stable. She did not look like she was dying or fainted. Instead, it seemed that she was lying here in this state voluntarily - as if she was also a part of this strange "installation art" on the ground.

No matter what, we must find a way to wake up Grandma Huang first before making any plans.
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She looked around and found a bottle and bowl of water on the table. She carefully poured a bowl of water over and dripped it onto her lips bit by bit, but Grandma Huang didn't react at all.

what can we do about it?

Song Weichen held the bowl of water, as if he had made a big decision, "Grandma Huang, I'm sorry."

She reached her hand into the water bowl, dipped it in the water and flicked it on Grandma Huang's face. Usually this method can wake up a comatose person, but unfortunately it didn't work for the old woman either.

Could it be that Grandma Huang has also entered the illusion?
Song Weichen recalled the time in the cloth shop in Luoyun Town when Mo Tingfeng pricked his own middle finger with a silver needle to pull her out of the illusion, and she planned to give it a try by following his example.

The old woman's sewing basket was placed in the corner, with a sewing bag inside. She took out an embroidery needle and placed it over the candlelight to disinfect it. Then she went back to Grandma Huang and pinched the old woman's middle finger.

"Grandma, this may be a little painful. I'm so sorry."

She couldn't bring herself to do it after trying twice. She took a deep breath and finally pricked the tip of the old man's middle finger with the embroidery needle for the third time. Song Weichen remembered that the blood she bleed out was almost black at that time, but now with the faint candlelight she saw that the old man was bleeding normal color blood and still had no reaction.

Song Weichen was filled with guilt and carefully wiped the blood from the old woman's fingertips with cotton cloth. How could he wake her up?

Suddenly thinking of the fairy tale of Sleeping Beauty and Prince Philip, Song Weichen smiled bitterly. It couldn't be that he had to let that soul-disturbing yellow tiger give Grandma Huang a long kiss before she would wake up, right?
This idea is a bit lame indeed.
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pat!

The fallen rock that Song Weichen picked up from outside the house for self-defense was casually placed on the edge of the table. At this moment, it suddenly fell to the ground with a loud noise, which scared her!
She subconsciously dodged back and her foot accidentally scratched one of the powdery wires connecting the box to Grandma Huang. The wire stretched out from under the box marked with the Li Gua symbol and was red in color, like cinnabar.

The old man visibly shuddered and moved his arms.

"Grandma Huang? Are you awake?"

The old man didn't respond, but his fingers were moving slightly, obviously more responsive than before.

Song Weichen stared blankly at the marks she had left on the ground. Could she wake up by cutting off the connection between the powder and herself?
Thinking of this, she found the cane again and tentatively rubbed off a piece of the other powder that looked like sandalwood. The old man hummed in his throat, and the movement became more obvious.

Without any hesitation, he scraped off a piece of wire that looked like yellow soil and another piece of wire that looked like toner, and then the old man opened his eyes.

Song Weichen quickly dropped the crutch in his hand and went to help her.

"Grandma Huang, you finally woke up. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Can I help you up first?"
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The old man looked at Song Weichen in astonishment, and let her help him to the bed and lean against the headboard. He then took the warm water she handed him and drank half a cup of it. Then he spoke with a puzzled look on his face.

"You are……?"

"My name is Weiwei, and I'm the brother of a girl you saved a while ago... uh, she was abducted to Cave 13 to be used as a female medicine. During her imprisonment, she played a song for you in Cave 2. You helped her bathe in Cave 13 and tried to save her from escaping. Do you remember?"

Song Weichen was wearing a white robe at the moment, and in Grandma Huang's eyes he should be a young man, so she changed her words temporarily and made up an identity as a brother.

Grandma Huang smiled and said, "Little girl, I remember now. It's you. Are you taking advantage of my old age and dementia and disguising yourself as a man to deceive me?"

Song Weichen was shocked when she heard this. She looked at herself and found that she had not changed at all. How could Grandma Huang know that she was a girl? Did the blinding ban fail?
But the restriction was not applied to people, but to the extremely special "magic weapon" in white robe. No one had noticed anything unusual in the ghost market before. How could Grandma Huang tell that she was a girl at a glance?

Without thinking too much, Song Weichen could only change his words and hugged Grandma Huang's arm and acted like a spoiled child. "Oh, I was just teasing you, just wanted to see if you still remembered me, I didn't expect that even if I dressed like this, I couldn't hide it from your sharp eyes, Grandma is really amazing!"

The old man smiled again, put down the water cup, took Song Weichen's hand and held it in his own. It was obvious that he really liked her.

"Little girl, since you have already escaped from Thirteen, why did you come back?"

Although the old man in front of him was still as kind as when they first met, he actually had many more identities that were deeply involved in the ghost husband case. Although Song Weichen was moved, he could only strike while the iron was hot and get more information as soon as possible.
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"Grandma, I suffered this misfortune for no reason, so my family felt injustice and insisted on bringing me to the Thirteenth Cave to seek justice. But strangely, I was with them just now but suddenly lost consciousness. Fortunately, I met you when I woke up!"

"But there seems to be no one around except the old lady. Where is this place? I'm so scared. Can you take me to find my friend?"

There was a barely perceptible hint of inquiry in the old man's expression.

"Son, you're not telling me the truth."

"No one can come in here except me. How did you get in?"

Song Weichen swallowed her saliva. She actually wanted to know how she got in... But isn't this the ghost market? She looked around and it was definitely the house of the Seven Cave Ghost Lord...

"Child, this is both a ghost market and not a ghost market. You can think of this as a ghost market in the mirror. How did you get in? If you don't tell the truth, grandma can't help you."

Song Weichen thought about it and decided to tell the truth. She also wanted to see Grandma Huang’s reaction.
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"Grandma, I didn't tell you the truth because I was afraid of scaring you, because... I met a monster."

"Monster? What kind of monster?" The old man became visibly alert.

"It was nine feet tall, had three heads and six arms, and had many faces. One of them was a young man with a square face, about twenty years old, with a light grayish-white halo all over his body. I was captured by it."

Upon hearing this, Grandma Huang sat up from her half-lying position, motioned to Song Weichen to give her the crutch, and then, without asking anyone to help her, she stood up and paced back and forth in the room with the crutch, her emotions clearly surging.

"Little girl, can you see him?"

Song Weichen nodded hurriedly.

The old man took two quick steps towards Song Weichen, his eyes full of hope, "Did he talk to you?!"

Song Weichen nodded.
"It said it wanted to go home and look for Yun'er in Wanghai Town."

The old man paused, his body trembling uncontrollably, "Did he...really say that?"

Song Weichen hurried forward to support Grandma Huang, and slowly helped her sit down on the chair.

"Yes, it also said something very strange."

"It said I smell like Yun'er."

Song Weichen stared at the old woman's eyes without blinking, wanting to see her reaction.

"Later I realized that the smell it was talking about came from the handkerchief you gave me before. I remember there was a word 'Yun' embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief, so Grandma Huang...you are the person it is looking for, right?"

The old man closed his eyes and said nothing, his lips trembled uncontrollably and a line of tears flowed down his face.

It was hard to tell what the expression on her face was. Was it sweetness? Regret? Pity? Heartache? Or reluctance? Song Weichen couldn't tell. The old woman had a thousand complicated emotions, as if all the love and hate entanglements of her life were condensed in this moment, passing through her dying time.

Song Weichen went to the sewing basket to find a piece of clean cotton cloth, and then soaked it in warm water from the water bottle before carefully wiping the old woman's tears. After a long time, the old woman sighed, held Song Weichen's hand and motioned her to sit down.

"Thank you for telling me this, little girl. It's been more than seventy years, and this is the first time someone has been able to tell me his feelings. I, an old woman, have been guarding here for my entire life, and it's worth it."

Song Weichen didn't know why she wanted to cry. Grandma Huang reminded her of Sang Pu.

The gains and losses in the world are more than just someone being unable to love someone.
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"I remember you told me you were from Wanghai Town and Danxia Town. Where are you from? If you are Yun'er from Wanghai Town, why don't you take it back with you? It will help you fulfill your wish."

Granny Huang burst into tears as she took out a half-broken jade pendant from her bosom. The quality of the jade was not good, mixed with cotton and stone, but the broken end was round and smooth, probably because she had been rubbing it in her hands for a long time and it had become patinated.

"Child, I can't go back. I can't go back."

"He hated Yun'er so much."