Translator: Atlas Studios
Editor: Atlas Studios
Seeing Ning Huanxin squatting in front of the grave, Auntie Zhang was shocked.
“What are you doing here?”
She asked with a frown, and when she saw the ashes on the ground, her expression became complicated.
“I-I just happened to pass by while going for a morning walk.”
Ning Huanxin slowly stood up. At that time, Auntie Zhang noticed the box of rouge in her hand, and her expression suddenly changed as she rushed forward and grabbed Ning Huanxin’s hands. “You… Why do you have a rouge of this brand? This was her favorite brand, her favorite item!”
And…
This brand had already stopped the production of this rouge five years ago.
“Her?”
Ning Huanxin glanced at the basket held by Auntie Zhang and turned to look at her complicated expression, and asked,” Auntie Zhang, do you know the person who this grave belongs to? Do you know her story?”
“No, I don’t know.”
Hearing Ning Huanxin’s words, Auntie Zhang’s face paled, and she immediately took a few steps back.
“You’re lying, you’re here to pay your respects, aren’t you? I just saw a man also paying respects, and this box of rouge was left by him!”
Ning Huanxin immediately questioned Auntie Zhang without giving her much time to think.
Indeed, after she heard Ning Huaxin mention a man, Auntie Zhang’s eyes lit up. “A man? You saw him? Who is he? What does he look like?!”
After twenty long years, he had finally shown up?
Her cousin had refused to reveal the man’s identity back then, eventually…
Auntie Zhang did not dare think about what happened after that. That was a nightmare, a terrorizing nightmare for everyone.
In the blink of an eye, twenty years had passed.
Actually, what was the point of knowing the identity of the man? He might have never even left Zhang Clan Town for these two decades, living here with endless dark secrets buried within his heart, waiting for the punishment to befall him.
“Miss Ning, the yin energy here is dense. This is not a place you should be at, return to the town.”
Auntie Zhang calmed down, and her face recovered the peaceful expression from before. She squatted down and took out the paper notes from the basket.”
Today is her death anniversary.
At first, Auntie Zhang did not dare to burn paper notes for her. Later, however, it looked as if the residents of Zhang Clan Town had suffered a mass memory loss all at once. Everyone forgot about her and the events of that year.
Gradually, Auntie Zhang came to pay her respects more frequently.
After all, she was her only kin left in this world.
Seeing Auntie Zhang peacefully burning the paper notes, Ning Huanxin did not leave. Instead, she squatted down and said, “Auntie Zhang, you must have come here often. Why don’t you set up a tombstone for her and her child? It’s pitiful to be a lonely ghost!”
Child…
Auntie Zhang’s hand shook at Ning Huanxin’s words. She looked at Ning Huanxin coldly and asked, “Who exactly are you? A reporter? Zhang Clan Town doesn’t welcome reporters.”
Many film crews come to this place and rent it for a high price. After all, this is what the leader had agreed to, so everyone could have some earnings.
However, in reality, the residents of Zhang Clan Town disdained the outsiders, especially those from the media or film crew.
Basically, every film crew which had ever been there would be criticized. Moreover, there have been many accidents in this deserted grave, attracting the attention of many media outlets who attempted interviewing the residents regarding the ‘accidents,’ hoping to expose the ‘truth of haunted events.’ But the residents have always chosen to stay silent.
Additionally, the residents strongly disagree with the methods of these media outlets that cause unrest to the spirits.
Seeing the disdain and alertness in Auntie Zhang’s eyes, Ning Huanxin simply smiled and said, “I’m not a reporter, I’m just an actress.”