After transmigrating into the book, I helped my mother reconcile with her divorced husband.

Chapter 266 Death by Swallowing Gold

As dawn broke, sunlight gradually spilled onto the abandoned village.

Miao Han squinted at the sunlight and staggered towards the back mountain. He was the same person he had seen last night, but his energy and spirit were gone; he seemed to have aged many years overnight, becoming decrepit and frail.

Lu Yun tried to stop him, but was stopped by a look from Lu Zhiyuan.

Following Miao Han across the stone slab bridge, we saw large scorch marks on the bridge and some burnt remains of a bridal sedan chair beneath it. After crossing the bridge, we arrived at the mountain opposite the village. The mountain was lush and green; the former fields, now abandoned, were covered by various vines.

They saw a grave without a tombstone. Miao Han stood in front of the grave for a while, and just when they thought he wouldn't speak, he spoke: "Buried here are Master He and Miss He. I didn't bury them; the village chief did. He knew what his son had done and why his son died. He remained silent, went down into the well, found Master He and Miss He's bodies, and buried them in his family's ancestral grave. He was also the one who said, 'Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor; no one can escape the law of cause and effect.'"

Miao Han squatted down and added a handful of fresh soil to the grave.

"The day of the burial was at night, and the moonlight was as faint as the night before. I followed the village chief up the mountain. The village chief knew, but he didn't turn back, and I didn't speak. Neither of us spoke to the other. The village chief left first, taking another path. There's a rule in our village that you can't turn back for any event, whether it's a wedding or a funeral. After the village chief left, I stood here and swore that I would take good care of Madam Ye for the rest of my life."

Miao Han turned around and looked into Lu Zhiyuan's eyes: "Madam looks very much like Madam Ye, only a little younger."

Having said that, he got up and started walking down the mountain.

Lu Zhiyuan followed, and Liu Ying sighed, broke off two foxtail grasses, and handed one to Lu Yun. Lu Yun took it, held it in his mouth, and casually held his sword in his hand. Liu Ying bounced around, shaking the foxtail grass in her hand.

Lu Zhiyuan asked Miao Han, "What does Master Ye look like?"

Miao Han: "She was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. She liked to wear clothes made of white brocade with different colored trims. The trims were the same color as the clothes that Madam Ye wore that day. Madam Ye didn't have many clothes, and they were very colorful, like flowers in spring, all very vibrant."

Lu Zhiyuan was taken aback; Ye Fan had said the same thing.

Perhaps life in the assassin training camp was too monotonous, because after leaving, she enjoyed buying clothes of all colors, especially bright ones. In contrast, Ye Bai preferred white. Unlike Lu Zhiyuan, who liked to buy clothes in malls, Ye Bai's clothes were all custom-made. It's unclear when it started, but he liked to add colors to his clothes, colors that always matched his everyday style.

The Master Ye that Miao Han mentioned looked exactly like Ye Fan, just as she had guessed.

There was a cave halfway up the mountain, its entrance undisguised. Miao Han crouched low as he entered, followed closely by Lu Zhiyuan. The cave was long; only the entrance was man-made, the rest appearing to be natural crevices formed by tectonic activity.

Simple torches were placed on the mountainside, enough to illuminate the land beneath their feet.

Miao Han held a tinderbox, lighting the torch as he explained, "I discovered this crack by chance; it's perfect for hiding things."

As they spoke, they reached the deepest part of the crevice.

The temperature suddenly dropped, causing Lu Zhiyuan to shiver involuntarily. Lu Yun took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, whispering, "Madam, be careful, something's strange here."

Miao Han heard this and chimed in, "It is rather strange. There is ice in this crack that never melts, and we don't know where this ice comes from."

Miao Han moved aside, and everyone saw the shards of ice he had mentioned, and the person lying in the middle surrounded by them. Red embroidered shoes, a red wedding dress, a red veil. Hands clasped together, covering her body. The bride's hands were exactly the same as Lu Zhiyuan's, including the faint scar on her right index finger.

That scar—Lu Zhiyuan, as an assassin, had it; it was left in the assassin training camp. The original owner of this body also had it; it was left from being tormented by the nanny in the villa. And the bride in front of her had it too.

This is not a coincidence; it was deliberately arranged by the system.

Liu Ying had been taking care of Lu Zhiyuan closely and knew every part of her, including the scar on her finger. She walked to the bride's side, lifted the red veil from her face, and was so shocked that she took two steps back.

The face under the red veil was exactly the same as Lu Zhiyuan's.

"Madam, do you have a twin sister?"

“No, even if there were, it’s impossible for the scars on their fingers to be exactly the same.” Lu Zhiyuan looked at that face. Compared to her current self, the bride lying here was more like her before she transmigrated into the book.

No, it's just that they look more alike. Before she transmigrated into the book, she would never have allowed the villagers of Miaojia Village to bully her, and Ye Fan would never have died so easily.

He gazed silently at that face and asked, "How did Madam Ye die?"

Miao Han: "She threw herself into the well on the night we got married. I've said before that the ghost stories in Miao Village are a mix of truth and fiction. The wedding was real, but the banquet was fake. When she married me, apart from the village chief, there was no one left alive in the village. The eighteen tables were borrowed from eighteen households in the village. Each table was set with bowls and chopsticks, which were also borrowed from other people's homes. Their clothes were placed on the stools, and their shoes were placed under the stools, as if they had been invited to our wedding banquet."

Miao Han was arranging the ice blocks.

“I was busy entertaining guests when she slipped out the door without my noticing. I saw her, but I didn’t stop her. I just followed her silently. I never imagined she would jump into the well. I had done so much for her. I thought she truly wanted to marry me, but she died for her husband and daughter.”

Lu Zhiyuan: "Did you bring her here?"

Miao Han: "It was me! I originally planned to take her up the mountain so she could reunite with her husband and children. But when I passed by here, I suddenly thought of the ice in the crack. Ice can preserve a corpse, and I wanted to make her look beautiful. She was Master Ye's wife in life, and she will be Master Ye's ghost in death. It's not too much to leave me a body, is it? After all, we were married."

The ghost stories about Miao Village were spread by the Miao people. As long as enough money was paid, the government's records could be written however they wanted. The money came from the bank, the receipts were given by Madam Ye, and the rest is all hidden here.

Miao Han coughed up a mouthful of blood. Lu Zhiyuan went around to check on him, but he silently pushed her hand away. He smiled bitterly and said that when he had no money, he wanted money, but when he had money, he felt that money was the most useless thing in the world.

Money ruined the Ye family.

Money ruined the entire Miao village.

What's the use of money if the person is gone?

Miao Han cried and laughed, then moved to a corner and quietly closed his eyes.

He chose to die by swallowing gold.