Old Grounds of the Hexi Family
After a long while, they arrived at the outskirts of the old site of the He Family.
This place had become ruins forgotten by time, permeated by endless sorrow and deathly stillness.
The once-grand family gates now had only two charred gateposts left, standing crookedly.
The gateposts still bore traces of fire. Black scorch marks, like ugly scars, crawled across their entire surfaces.
The walls around the gates had long since collapsed as well. Broken bricks and stones lay scattered everywhere, buried beneath thick moss and wild grass.
Only a few remnants of walls marked by flames occasionally showed through.
Looking at everything outside, grief welled up in Hexi's heart.
Though this was not her first time here, every visit tore open the wound in her heart a little further.
Shen Wuxiao held her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Feeling Shen Wuxiao's comfort, Hexi gathered her thoughts again.
They continued inward.
The inside was even more dilapidated, with only vaguely outlined foundations and broken walls remaining.
Most of the ruined walls had been smoked black, cracks spreading everywhere.
"Someone's been here!" Shen Wuxiao said in a low voice.
Hexi's beautiful brows drew tightly together. She sensed it too.
Shen Wuxiao released her hand, and the two of them walked inward warily.
Very soon, smoke rose from the direction of the Hexi Family's abandoned ancestral hall.
Looking over, they saw five people in total.
Four men and one woman.
The men were all rather old. The woman was in her fifties or sixties too, her hair streaked with gray.
They appeared to be holding a memorial rite.
"Fuck, acting—acting your fucking ass off!" Shen Wuxiao cursed quietly as he stared in that direction.
Hexi heard him too.
Hexi remained composed and simply called