Mind reading saves the whole family; I'm firmly in the role of a charlatan.

Chapter 411 Mr. Xi, you're gone.

"what?"

Du Anrao was stunned for a moment, and his eyes looked at Xi Jingyue with a clear sense of foolishness.

"This is our ancestral home. It was quite dilapidated before, and it was rebuilt and converted into an ancestral hall during my great-grandfather's generation. After several generations of maintenance and repair, it has become what it is today."

Xi Jingyue's explanation startled not only Du Anrao, but also Li Zhaoyang and the others.

Thinking back to the newlywed funeral hall that Du Anrao had just described, and then applying that image to this place, everyone shuddered involuntarily.

Du Anrao was still shocked to find himself at a key location in the plot, and didn't notice the others' strange behavior. It took him a while to come to his senses, and he stammered, "Do you know who your seventh sibling is in your generation?"

"Ranked seventh..." Xi Jingyue, who had a bad feeling ever since Du Anrao mentioned the keywords "main branch" and "only son", was unusually silent now.

Seeing this, Du Anrao looked at him with a puzzled expression: "Don't you know?"

"No, it's me."

“I know it’s not you. I’m asking who your seventh sibling is in your generation.”

"I."

"what?"

"What I mean is, I'm the seventh person in my generation of siblings."

Du Anrao: "..."

Li Zhaoyang and the others: "..."

A subtle silence spread among them. After an unknown amount of time, they heard Du Anrao's deafening scream again.

[It's over, Mr. Xi, you're gone, ahhhhh...]

Xi Jingyue: "..." Well, that was pretty sudden.

Li Zhaoyang and the others: Pfft...

Du Anrao's eyes were vacant and his face was expressionless, but in his heart he screamed for two or three minutes.

After finally calming down, she looked up and saw Xi Jingyue, and her feelings became even more complicated.

No, Mr. Xi looks quite healthy. He could probably kill a chicken with a single punch, if not a cow.

Cow and Chicken: "..." What deep-seated hatred could there be?
Xi Jingyue: No, no, that's not true!

So what kind of disease was so severe that it took away such a strong, reliable, and healthy Mr. Xi all at once? Could it be...?

Du Anrao suddenly remembered that Madam Xi had mentioned someone who was born with a deficiency and was weak and sickly last night, as well as the little fairy boy who wished Xi Jingyue peace, good health and no illness. Could it be that... the change happened to that little fairy boy?

Xi Jingyue's eyes flickered slightly when he heard this guess. Thinking about it carefully, he did hear several attending physicians who were responsible for examining him secretly mention to his parents when he was young that if his body's deficiencies could not be replenished, he would most likely not live past the age of thirty.

Du Anrao pondered for a moment, then asked a slightly presumptuous question: "Mr. Xi, how old are you this year?" "After the New Year, I'll be twenty-six."

"Twenty-six?" Du Anrao sat up straight abruptly. "Really twenty-six?"

"……real."

[In the original story, the young master of the Xi family died at the age of twenty-five! Mr. Xi is twenty-six now, which means he has long since passed his fate. This is truly good news.]

Upon hearing this, everyone, including Du Hexuan, breathed a sigh of relief, though they all complained that this person was deliberately getting close to their sister and wanted to chop this big jerk off.

But it was just talk; how could a normal person remain unmoved by the sudden death of someone they knew?
While the group was chatting, the elders over there had already prepared what they needed and began to set off one after another towards the ancestral graves.

Du Anrao would also be helping Xi Jingyue and the others check the feng shui of their ancestral graves to see if there were any problems, so he naturally had to go along.

With her leaving, Du Hexuan and the others naturally followed. Fortunately, there were quite a few people walking out at that moment, so no one had time to look after them.

The ancestral graves of the Xi family are all in a fixed area. Because the ancestral hall was renovated several times during the construction, although they were originally all buried in the ground, the overall layout and arrangement are more like a cemetery that is more in line with the public's impression.

Of course, due to the lack of maintenance over a long period of time, weeds and trees inevitably grew on the grave.

Many of the elders from the family came today, and the young people were happy to show off. A large group of people swarmed over and soon cleared the weeds.

Du Anrao and the others didn't need to lift a finger; they simply followed behind the elders as mere decorations, while secretly observing the power struggles between the various families.

Once all the ancestral graves were repaired and offerings of incense and candles were placed, all members of the Xi family began to step forward to offer incense.

As the only direct descendant of the eldest son's family, Xi Jingyue stood ahead of his cousins.

Looking at his calm profile, Du Anrao thought of the description of him in the plot, the chaos that the Xi family fell into after his "death," and the undisguised greed and plunder of their family property by the other relatives. His feelings were extremely complicated.

[That's why ancient emperors always had so many concubines, with three palaces and six courtyards, seventy-two concubines, and so on, making them bear children in droves—it meant they truly had a throne to inherit. In the original story, Mr. Xi, who was given the role of a sickly man, was seen by his ravenous relatives as nothing more than a fat sheep to be slaughtered. Even in death, it wouldn't stop them from digging up his grave, skinning him alive, and squeezing every last drop of value out of him.]

Xi Jingyue: "..." What kind of grudge is this that you won't let him go even after he's dead!
At that time, Grandpa Xi, standing at the front, held a few sticks of incense in his hand and, just like in the past few decades, talked to the ancestors about the major events that had happened in the family in the past year, praying for the smooth progress of the family in the coming year and for the peace and happiness of the family members.

As Du Anrao watched this scene, he inevitably recalled the beginning of the story, when Grandpa Xi announced the engagement between his deceased grandson and another deceased girl in front of all the guests.

Although it was a ghost marriage, the elders of the Xi family in the story attached great importance to this marriage contract. They did not skip any of the procedures that a real marriage contract should have, such as exchanging the birth dates of the children of both parties, signing their names, and signing the marriage certificate.

Previously, Du Anrao was busy going through the plot and looking for clues, so he only skimmed over these detailed descriptions and didn't examine them carefully.

Having already skimmed the general outline of the entire book, and now idly watching others busy themselves, Du Anrao suddenly became interested in the birth chart information of Xi Jingyue's other half in the story.

Let me figure out who this unlucky guy is, who couldn't escape his fate of marriage even in death and was forcibly kidnapped by the living to have a ghost marriage with Mr. Xi.

Xi Jingyue abruptly stopped in his prayer, and Li Zhaoyang and the others perked up their ears, clearly very interested in this gossip.

However, to everyone's surprise, Du Anrao suddenly froze while calculating.

【Why???】

【Why! ! ! 】