Chapter 342 (2/2)

Although he came from another world and his life was bizarre enough, but he never thought he was related to someone legendary, let alone Yama. After heard Sangsang's word, he was a little surprised, then said mockingly, ”Although in some sense I did see Yama once, I know I am definitely not his son. Your teacher was not only mad, he was an idiot.”

Sangsang said, ”But there are many people who will believe his word, so we must keep it a secret.”

After thinking a while, Ning Que gave a hollow smile and said, ”You are right. Apart from us, no one should know about it, just like no one knows about the notes under the bed.”

Sangsang suddenly lowered her head. Looking at the tips of her shoes, she said softly, ”There is another thing.”

”Tell me later.”

Ning Que glanced at the dark sky and picked the old urn up. He said, ”I want to bury my teacher first.”

Sangsang pointed to the new urn and said, ”There is another one that needs to be buried.”

Looking at the urn, Ning Que frowned and said with a cold voice, ”He killed my family, all the people in Darkie's village and my teacher. I already did what studied from the Academy said of forgiving people, if I can resist not to smash this urn.”

After finis.h.i.+ng the words, he left the courtyard and walked towards the front area of the shop, with the old urn in his arms.

Sangsang thought for a while and picked the new urn up.

The humble horse carriage, which was standing outside of the shop, was taken back to the Academy by Eldest Brother. Only the black horse carriage was still standing there.

And the Big Black Horse was standing in front of it, kicking his hooves and feeling very bored.

Ning Que walked to the carriage and stroked the surface of the carriage slowly. It was made of Stainless-steel and was therefore cold to touch. He felt as if the aura of Master Yan Se was still there, hidden in the intricate talisman lines.

He sat in the carriage with the new urn in his arms.

After a while, Sangsang also went into the carriage and carried the new urn in her arms, panting heavily.

Ning Que looked at the old urn and said to the Big Black Horse, ”Let's go to the southern part of the city.”

As if understood what he said, the horse started moving slowly.

The wheels of the carriage rolled over flagstones and clinked quietly. In the carriage, both the master and his handmaiden were hugging a urn silently.

Not knowing how long it was.

Ning Que suddenly glanced at her and said, ”Come here.”

Sangsang was happy to hear that. She was about to move with her urn.

Ning Que looked at the new urn and said with a frown, ”You come and leave it there.”

Sangsang looked down at the new urn, and then looked up at the empty seat next to Ning Que. She carefully leaned the urn on the back of her seat, walked toward Ning Que and sat next to him.

Ning Que put the old urn next to his feet and held Sangsang in his arms.

Both of them were silent during the journey, only the sound made by the wheels could be heard. Sangsang leaned on Ning Que's chest, feeling very safe and relaxed. But from time to time, she would glance at the urn, worrying that it might fall to the ground and spill her teacher's ash out.

They arrived at the southern part of Chang'an.

Not far from the Academy, there was a meadow. Although it belonged to the Academy, no one took care of it. So even in the coldest winter, weeds were still knee-high and dead bodies were scattered around in the weeds.

There were two newly made tombs in the weeds.

Ning Que kowtowed twice to one of the tombs. Then he stood up and walked to the other one, with a gloomy expression, he said to Sangsang, ”I told you to bury him somewhere further from here, why didn't you do it?”

Sangsang ignored him and kowtowed in the same way as he did three times to the new tomb.

Ning Que muttered helplessly, ”You don't even listen to me anymore.”

Sangsang stood up, looked at Ning Que and said, ”Why does it matter since they are already dead now? Besides, when they were choosing urns, they said that they wanted to be neighbors after they die.”

Ning Que looked at the tombs in silence for a long time before he shouted angrily, ”How can you be neighbors when you are dead? You are ash now. Still want to chat and fight? Two idiots!”

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