Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 105 Everything is over

Thick fog spread around Yan Ciwan, and then slowly dissipated.

The sky was covered with dark clouds and crows flew through the woods, making hoarse cries.

Yan Ciwan saw a group of constables coming near the tomb.

They used shovels and hoes to dig up the grave, opened the coffin, and revealed the female corpse lying inside.

Yan Ciwan saw the female corpse clearly. She was wearing a dirty red dress, her hair was disheveled, there was a big bloody hole on her chest, and her face was exactly the same as hers.

It’s indeed her!
"Chao Erniang really faked her death! Now we can report to Wei Fazuo."

"Who is this female corpse? Judging from the wounds on her body, it seems like she was murdered. Should we take her back to the government office?"

"What are you doing now? Don't you think we're tired enough? If we bring this corpse back, Wei Fazuo will definitely find out the cause of her death, and we'll have to run around for a lot of time again."

"Then let's bury her again."

The detectives were just about to move the coffin lid when suddenly, drops of rain began to fall.

It’s raining!
The rain came quickly and suddenly, and there was no place to hide from the rain in the mountains, so the detectives had to hurry down the mountain.

The coffin, which had not been closed in time, was thrown to the ground. Raindrops as big as beans fell down, soaking the female corpse lying in the coffin.

Yan Ciwan could do nothing but stand by and watch it all.

Rainwater accumulated in the coffin and gradually flooded over the woman's corpse.

After a long time, the rain finally stopped and the sky became clear again, but the detectives did not come back.

They seemed to have forgotten that there was an unknown female corpse in the mountains.

The female corpse was soaked in water and became swollen and ugly.

Crows flew over and began to peck at the rotten flesh on the woman's body.

Yan Ci Wan pounced on the crow to drive it away, but her hands went through the crow's body again and again, and everything she did was in vain.

She could only watch as her body was pecked beyond recognition.

Helplessness and despair overwhelmed her little by little, and she fell to the ground powerlessly. If she had not woken up from the coffin, if Xiao Wang had not opened the coffin at that time, then this miserable female corpse in front of her would have been her final fate.

Autumn goes and winter comes, spring arrives and summer approaches.

Rain falls and snow melts, flowers bloom and fall.

Time passed at a very fast speed and the scenery in the mountains kept changing.

Yan Ciwan seemed to have been forgotten by the world and was always trapped in the same place. She was forced to live with the lonely grave.

A hunter passed by and found an open coffin and a female corpse in the coffin that had rotted beyond recognition.

He cleared out all the burial objects in the coffin, even pulled out the female corpse and threw it on the ground. However, he unexpectedly found that the female corpse was carrying a finely crafted soft knife.

"These things should be able to be sold for a lot of money. We'll be rich!" The hunter happily went down the mountain holding the property and the Ning Dao.

Yan Ciwan didn't move, just stood there watching like a wooden sculpture.

Because she knew that she was just a ghost, no one could see her and she couldn't touch anyone.

She can't change anything, she can only be a bystander.

The autumn leaves in the forest have fallen and snowflakes are falling.

Another winter is coming.

Yan Ci Wan knelt on the ground, snowflakes passed through her body and fell on her corpse.

At this moment, her mind began to blur and she couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality.
Perhaps, after Yan Tingyu stabbed her in the chest and made her jump into the Xiangshui River, she died from excessive blood loss. Her body was picked up by someone and bought by Liu at a high price on the black market.

She didn't actually wake up, and the coffin was never opened.

The so-called escape from death, the so-called changing of fate, were all just a dream of hers.

The real Liu had died long ago. Chao Lu was unable to bring the real murderer to justice, so she could only choose to take revenge herself. After killing Chao Yuanzhi and Chao Yue, Chao Lu also died.

Fate has never been changed, and the ending has long been determined. Yan Ciwan wanted to cry, but ghosts have no tears.

She lost all her strength, slowly lay down next to her own body, and closed her eyes.

That's it, it's all over.

……

crunch.

It was the slight sound of feet stepping on the snow.

Yan Ciwan opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw two people walking towards her in the wind and snow.

It turned out to be Xiao Wang and Uncle Jiu!

Xiao Wang looked much thinner, and his face was almost sickly pale.

He was wearing a large, thick white cloak and running quickly towards the grave. In his haste, he accidentally tripped over a branch hidden under the snow.

"Liu Lang, slow down." Uncle Jiu hurriedly reached out to support him.

After Xiao Wang stood firm, he pushed away Uncle Jiu's hand, then quickly walked to the coffin. He knelt on the ground, stretched out his skinny hands, and carefully brushed away the snow covering the female corpse.

"It's her. She is the one we are looking for." He looked at the female corpse in front of him and smiled softly, but there was sadness and despair in his eyes that was almost overflowing.

Uncle Jiu didn't want to believe it, and muttered absentmindedly, "How could this be? We traveled thousands of miles to look for the descendant of the Ning clan leader, but she had already died."

Yan Ciwan sat up slowly.

At this moment, she was only a few inches away from Xiao Wang, and she could clearly see the unwillingness in his eyes.

He was poisoned by Luoxianweng's poison, and the doctor asserted that he would not live past the age of twenty. The only hope for his survival was to find a descendant of the Ning family who had learned the secret of longevity.

For this glimmer of hope, he traveled across mountains and rivers, and searched the world.

However, everything he did was in vain.

The only person who could save him died long ago, and no one in the world can cure his poison.

But he didn't want to die.

Yan Ci Wan felt the same way. She didn't want to die either. She still had a lot of things she wanted to do. She didn't want to be buried quietly in a foreign land.

But things have come to this point, no matter how unwilling they are, they are powerless to change the outcome.

People are divided into different classes according to their identities; only when facing death are all beings equal.

Uncle Jiu, a nine-foot-tall strong man, already had tears in his eyes.

He said angrily, "If we had arrived in Xiangzhou earlier last year, perhaps we could have saved her. Why didn't we get there earlier? Why did the heaven do this to us?!"

Xiao Wang recalled that a year ago, he came to Xiangzhou and learned the news of his fiancée's death, so he went to the palace to pay his condolences.

At that time, he thought it was Chaolu who was dead, and had no idea that the person lying in the coffin was actually the person he had been looking for.

He had been only a few steps away from her.

Thinking about it now, Xiao Wang felt like the heavens were deliberately mocking him. He tried desperately to search because he thought he still had a chance of survival, but in fact, there was no chance at all.

The only person in the world who could save him died a year ago.

Xiao Wang felt a suffocating pain in his heart, and a fishy and sweet taste rose to his throat.

He fell forward slowly.

Yan Ci Wan, who was closest to him, couldn't help but stretch out his hand, wanting to catch him.

The result was predictable, her hand passed through his body.

Xiao Wang fell headfirst on her corpse, blood slowly flowing out from the corners of his mouth.

Uncle Jiu yelled in panic: "Liu Lang!"

(End of this chapter)