Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 104 Death
"Woooooooo..."

Yan Ciwan was awakened by a burst of intermittent crying.

She opened her eyes and found a pitch-black coffin in front of her, with layers of white banners hanging around it, and densely written scriptures on the banners.

Where is this?

Yan Ci Wan looked around and saw an incense table in front of the coffin, on which were placed incense, candles, offerings, and a tablet.

There is a line of words written on the tablet:

The spirit tablet of my beloved daughter Chaolu.

Seven or eight servants and maids knelt on the ground and cried.

This scene was too familiar, and Yan Ciwan was shocked. Wasn't this the mourning hall that the government arranged for Chaolu when she faked her death? !

Yan Ciwan reached out to push the coffin lid, wanting to see who was lying inside the coffin.
But when she raised her hands, she suddenly found that her hands were translucent!
She looked down and saw that not only her hands but her entire body was translucent.

She turned into a ghost again!

Thinking back to the last time she turned into a ghost, her body was lifeless and she looked as if she was dead. If it was the same this time, she would have to return to her body as soon as possible, otherwise others would think she was really dead and bury her.

Yan Ciwan remembered that she became like this after she fell asleep in Songtao Pavilion, and her body should still be in Songtao Pavilion.

She ran out the door, she wanted to go back to Songtao Pavilion!
But there seemed to be an invisible wall at the entrance of the mourning hall, blocking her way. No matter how hard she tried, she could not take a step over the threshold.

At this moment, the mourning hall seemed like a cage, trapping the ghost of Yan Ciwan inside.

She tried her best but couldn't get freedom.

Until a familiar tall figure appeared before her.

Xiao Wang, wearing a loose dark Taoist robe, stepped over the threshold and entered the mourning hall.

As soon as Yan Ciwan saw him, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Xiao Liulang!"

Xiao Wang didn't even look at her and just walked straight past her.

Yan Ciwan quickly grabbed Xiao Wang's arm.

But her hand passed through Xiao Wang's body.

She tried twice more, but both times were unsuccessful.

Humans and ghosts have different paths. She and he seem to be very close, but in fact, there is a chasm of life and death between them.

Xiao Wang took three incense sticks from the butler Chaofu and silently recited scriptures in front of Chaolu's spirit tablet.

"I am originally in the middle of nothingness, reaching out to the boundless. Auspicious clouds open the door to life, auspicious smoke blocks the door to death. I was the first to send out my mysterious origin, to communicate auspiciousness and inspiration, to save all sins, to overcome all disasters, to transcend the source of immortality, to be free and naturally pure."

This passage is very familiar.

Yan Ciwan thought about it carefully and soon remembered that she had heard this passage of scripture when she woke up from the coffin. It must have been Xiao Wang who was reciting the scripture at that time.

She turned her head to look at the dark coffin. If the dream was consistent with reality, then the "Yan Ci Wan" in the coffin should have woken up by now. After waking up, "Yan Ci Wan" would pat the coffin to make a noise, which would attract Xiao Wang's attention. Then he would open the coffin and rescue the dying "Yan Ci Wan" in the coffin.

However, there was always silence in the coffin, without a single sound.

After Xiao Wang finished reciting the scriptures, he inserted the incense stick into the incense burner.

The servants and maids kowtowed to him to express their gratitude.

Xiao Wang took one last look at Chao Lu's spirit tablet, sighed lightly, and turned away.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Yan Ciwan became anxious.

"Xiao Liulang, don't go! Go open the coffin, the person inside is not dead yet!"

No matter how she shouted, Xiao Wang couldn't stop.

He stepped over the threshold without looking back and walked out of the mourning hall. Yan Ciwan wanted to chase him, but the damn invisible wall stopped her. She couldn't get out, so she could only speak harshly to Xiao Wang's back.

"Don't you want me to use the secret of immortality to detoxify you? If I die, you won't be able to survive!"

Unfortunately it's still useless.

Xiao Wang couldn't hear her voice at all.

She ran to the coffin again and pushed the lid with all her might.

The coffin remained motionless.

One after another, guests came in to burn incense and pay their respects. No one could see the ghost of Yan Ciwan, so naturally no one knew that the person lying in the coffin was not Chaolu.

Everything around turned into white mist.

Soon the mist dissipated, and Yan Ciwan found himself standing on a long street with houses and mansions lined up on both sides.

The mournful crying sound reached Yan Ciwan's ears. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a huge funeral procession.

In the middle of the team, ten strong servants dressed in plain linen clothes were carrying a pitch-black coffin. In front of the coffin was a little boy holding the spirit tablet of Chaolu.

Two maids carried a bamboo basket full of paper money and scattered the money while crying.

The white paper money flew into the sky with the autumn wind, like snowflakes dancing in the sky.

There were many people watching on the street, whispering and talking to each other.

"I heard that the second lady of the Chao family is only sixteen years old. She is so beautiful but has such a tragic fate."

"As parents, General Chao and Madam Chao couldn't even send their daughter off. They must be crying at home right now."

Everyone thought that the coffin was filled with morning dew, but Yan Ciwan was the only one who knew that it was actually himself lying in the coffin.

She rushed forward and tried to stop the funeral procession.

As expected, her resistance was useless, and everyone in the palace passed directly through her body.

She just stood there in the middle of the street, watching the black coffin getting closer and closer to her.

The coffin had been in the mourning hall for seven days. After seven days, even if the "Yan Ci Wan" in the coffin was originally alive, he should have been suffocated to death by now.

She was unwilling to accept this cruel reality.

Yan Ciwan made up his mind and rushed straight towards the black coffin!
She must open the coffin to see who is inside.
But the next moment, the black coffin disappeared.

She missed again and fell heavily to the ground.

When she got up, she found herself in the mountains. There was a deep pit in front of her. Chao Fu was directing his servants to put the pitch-black coffin into the pit.

Yan Ciwan wanted to stop them, and her hands passed through the servants' bodies again and again.

She was forced to watch the coffin being buried as a spectator.

After the tombstone was erected, everyone in the palace left.

The farce was over, and only Yan Ciwan was left there.

She looked at the words on the tombstone and told herself over and over again that it was just a dream, it was not real, she was not dead, as long as her soul could return to her body in time, she would be able to come back to life!
Yan Ciwan turned around without hesitation and ran down the mountain.

She wanted to return to the palace along the same route.

But before she took two steps, she was blocked by an invisible wall.

She immediately changed direction, but it still didn't work. There seemed to be an invisible cage around her and she was trapped inside. No matter how she changed direction, she couldn't move forward.

The autumn wind blew out the candle in front of the tombstone and rolled up the paper money on the ground, and boundless desolation and coldness surrounded her.

She looked around in confusion, not knowing where to go home.
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