Chapter 277 - 276: Unable to Lift the Coffin
Wang Family Village is not too far from Li City. It takes Wang Dayong just over an hour to drive the ox cart into the village.
Sitting inside the cart, Qin Liuxi looked outside and thought that being close to Li City was advantageous for Wang Family Village. The roads and even the houses in the village were comparatively neat and new. The crops along the roads were thriving, and with mountains in the distance and moisture in the air, likely from rivers and creeks, the village, blessed with mountains and waters, indeed had good feng shui.
Upon entering the village, villagers greeted Wang Dayong, and one of them said in a hurry, "Dayong, you’re back. Hurry home; the Hu family brought a Divine Dao priest, saying they need to check on the situation with your father’s coffin."
"What?" Wang Dayong was startled. The Hu family was his stepmother’s family. Bringing a Divine Dao priest, who knew if they genuinely wanted to help or were up to something.
He then shouted loudly towards the back of the cart, "Master, hold tight."
As his voice fell, the bamboo whip landed on the ox, causing it pain and to rush forward with a trot.
Qin Liuxi had also heard the villagers’ words and arched her eyebrow—had someone beat her to the punch?
Knowing the way well is true for Old Ma and equally for oxen. Soon, the ox had taken Wang Dayong and the others back to the Wang family’s home.
"Master, we’ve arrived," said Wang Dayong as he got down to help, only to see Qin Liuxi had already leaped from the cart.
Qin Liuxi eyed the imposing house in front of her, adorned with white banners and lanterns for funeral preparations. Hands behind her back, she looked up at the house, and indeed, a thick and murky resentful energy loomed over it, yet luckily it had not turned into an evil spirit; otherwise, those handling the funeral or offering condolences would, more or less, have problems.