Chapter 28: 28

Liao Tingyan thought she would die on the spot, but she didn’t. After passing out with a shocked and full MMP curse (m. son of bitch), she saw a few scattered memories.

The protagonist of the picture was an innocent girl named Sima E. She and her twin brother were the last two members of the Sima clan. Their family had come to the brink of extinction. However, the Sima family couldn’t perish. They must continue their bloodline. So Sima E had been in a deformed environment since she was born. She was destined to be with her elder brother to give birth to an heir.

In order to maintain the pure bloodline of the Fengshan clan, the Sima clan never got together with outsiders. It was sinful and unforgivable for them to defile the Fengshan bloodline. On the contrary, in the Sima clan, close relative relationships weren’t uncommon just for the purest bloodline. Only the pure blood of Fengshan could contain the fire of Lingshan.

Liao Tingyan saw the Lingshan fire, burning like a small torch on the red face with the big red mouth. It was much more vigorous than the little flame who swore like a child. All in all, this seemed to be a very important treasure. Sima E was the one who was supporting the fire of Lingshan in this generation. She grew up on the Three Saints Mountain since she was a child. There were countless servants and disciples serving, the cost of food and clothing was the most precious. In Liao Tingyan’s opinion, she was the best princess in the world. But to be honest, she was really miserable.

Sima E liked the flame, oh, in this memory, the flame wasn’t a child, but a violent man. No matter who came to serve him, he would scopd them. Sima E was his girl. The only person who he couldn’t scold. It was a pity that she liked him. It was impossible for Sima E to be with this precious flame. After all, there was reproductive incompatibility, and their relationship could only be described by the four words “support of love”. When the girl was old enough to have children, she was asked to make children with her brother.

Liao Tingyan saw the Three Saints Mountain in this memory. The palace was gorgeous. The furnishings were exquisite. The servants were like clouds, and each looked like a fairy concubine. What impressed her most was the oversized Fuxi Nuwa* picture hanging on the floor of Bitan Flame. Sima E had to worship every day. Although the young girl was unwilling, but under the pressure, she finally compromised in pain.

She and her brother gave birth to a boy named Sima Jiao.

Hearing this name, Liao Tingyan realized that the girl turned out to be the ancestor’s mother.

It wasn’t enough to give birth to a boy. They still needed her to give birth to a girl to ensure the pure blood of the next generation, but Sima E was unable to give birth to a second child. Moreover her brother suddenly went crazy. He killed most of the Three Saints Mountain people and committed suicide. These memories weren’t clear. Liao Tingyan herself inferred from the context.

The picture changed, the haggard girl Sima E seemed to be driven crazy by all this. She was still young, and even if she was talented, she hadn’t had time to grow up. Gengchen Xianfu wasn’t the world of the Sima clan for a long time, and the ruler was weak. Many people asked her to take care of the fire of Lingshan, and then wait for her child to grow up and then they could give birth to other children.

Liao Tingyan was wondering. At that time, Sima Jiao was just a few years old. 

How could she ask such a sorrowful person to make such a decision?

Obviously, Sima E, who was already a bit crazy, couldn’t accept it. On a dark and windy night, she was preparing to strangle her own child.

Liao Tingyan: … I am shocked.

After that, Sima E committed suicide in Bitan. The green water of the pool was stained blood red by her, and a very large red lotus grew out of her. The blazing flame quietly wrapped her up and burned her to ashes.

Forced to know this kind of privacy, when Liao Tingyan woke up, she felt that it wasn’t very good. Knowing too much wasn’t a good thing. After all, the more one knew, the bigger the problems would be. She saw a lot of ugly faces, and almost understood the origins of these monsters, ghosts and snakes.

This story was too heavy for her taste, she couldn’t watch it.

When she recovered from the memories of those tragedies, she realized the situation she was in, and felt worse. Because she was lying in a dark rectangular box at the moment.

Liao Tingyan: Ah, ah, am I buried? Can I be rescued since I am not dead? Which dog buried me?!

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She was weak, her waist was sore. Her legs were cramping, and her chest was still heavy and stuffy. She didn’t have the strength to push the coffin lid and climb out.

“Come on…Help…I’m not dead yet….I’m alive…”

“Ancestor? Snake? Little Flame? Who should I call…”

“I have contributed to the company, I have shed blood for the boss…”

After yelling a lot of words in the coffin, Liao Tingyan finally felt that she had accumulated a little bit of energy. She lifted her foot and kicked hard, and instantly, she kicked the coffin cover into a small gap. Fortunately, the coffin hadn’t been nailed yet, or else she would have to live there permanently.

She raised her hand to explore the gap, and pushed it a little bit aside with all her strength. After pushing it for a while, she saw the sky again…and the ancestor.

The ancestor in black stood beside the coffin.

 He leaned against it, looked at her, and said, “You’re awake.” 

Then he used a finger to push her halfway around and lifted the lid of the coffin. 

‘Damn, why did you come now? It’s fun to watch others push the coffin lid, isn’t it?’ Liao Tingyan wanted to scold him so much. But at that moment, she remembered what she had seen in the memory.

Forget it, she didn’t want to scold him.

Sima Jiao looked at her face and asked, “Do you want to scold me?”

Truth spell, open!

Liao Tingyan couldn’t help herself, “Yes.”

His eyes were strange, and he said, “Aren’t you going to scold me?”

“Smelly idiot! Didn’t you hear me?” Liao Tingyan was still alive, but her eyes were dead. The coffin lid that was finally pushed open. She wanted to be recovered again, but probably this time she wanted to be buried in the soil for safety.

However, she was doomed to not understand the brain circuit of the ancestor. He burst into laughter. Not the kind of “kill you when I finish laughing” smile, but the real smile of “this is so funny”. He leaned against the coffin, and the whole coffin was shaking while he was laughing.

Liao Tingyan: Are you okay? Are you stupid brother?

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