Finding, Finding

After merging with most of the bones and having the soul-suppressing nails removed, many chaotic images had indeed flashed through Xiao Hong's mind, restoring some of her memories. But they could not be pieced together. Worse still, after the pain passed, many fleeting images vanished, never to be recalled again.

Whenever she tried to think deeper, she suffered terribly.

Xiao Hong sat dazed for a long while before finally murmuring, "Xi Yan..."

Pan Yun perked up and asked, "Who is Xi Yan?"

She had never mentioned Jian's affairs in front of Xiao Hong, much less Xi Yan.

Her head began to throb violently again, as though a massive stone hung inside it, stretching her entire skull until it was about to explode.

She shook her head in agony.

Hong Yan immediately stepped forward and held her, coaxing, "All right, all right. If you can't remember, then don't think about it."

She turned and glared at Pan Yun. "Why do we have to remember? If every investigation depended on wronged ghosts speaking up, what would we need the officials for? We might as well go straight to the yamen and ask!"

Pan Yun nodded repeatedly. "Right, right. If it hurts, don't think about it. Let's go look for your bones first."

Golden grains of sand flashed across Pan Yun's palm. It was merit, which she transferred to Xiao Hong.

She had discovered it that morning when removing the soul-suppressing nails. As long as she harbored compassion and sincerely gave merit to Xiao Hong, Xiao Hong could benefit from it without being harmed by the Golden Light of Merit.

She vaguely felt that it was like how her descendants would receive her protection and inherit her merit.

Though she should not have, Pan Yun now looked at Xiao Hong with a touch