My Demon Tyrant And Sweet Baby Chapter 754 Recollection(Part I)

"Mom's driving."

Mu Chen laughed, "Then is there anything else that Mu Ya wants to say to Father?"

"Yes." When Mu Chen asked if she had anything else he wanted to say, she answered very naturally: "Mu Ya misses his father."

"Daddy also missed Mu Ya. When your Uncle Xiujie gets better, daddy will go back first." Mu Chen comforted her daughter. Her daughter had always had a mother to take care of everything, and now that she knew she was yearning for her father, she was very happy.

Mu Ya said oh again. She felt that she had finished speaking, so she said to Mu Chen: "Goodbye Daddy."

"Goodbye." Mu Chen responded gently to her daughter. Only when the little girl hung up did he put his phone away and unintentionally saw Yi Xiu Jie, who was lying on the sickbed, looking at him with eyes full of envy.

He stood up in surprise, walked forward two steps and bent down as he said to Yi Xiu Jie: "Xiujie, you're awake?"

Yi Xiu Jie had just woken up. His entire being was very weak, and his speech was also very soft and weak, "Mu Chen … "Why are you here?"

Mu Chen pulled over a chair and sat down again, gazing at Yi Xiu Jie with concern. Yi Xiu Jie's head was also injured, covered by a layer of gauze, and his face looked as if it was covered with a thick layer of powder.

Mu Chen was glad that he was the one who came, and not Ye Qing and Zhang Xiao. Otherwise, if they were to see Yi Xiu Jie in such a state, they would not know how heartbroken they would be.

"Xiujie, your body is very weak. Don't talk for now, just listen to me." Mu Chen said warmly, and then asked Yi Xiu Jie, "Do you want some water?"

Yi Xiu Jie acknowledged gently.

Mu Chen then went to get him some water.

As Mu Chen poured the water, he slightly tilted his head and looked at the sickroom that he had never seen before.

He recalled everything that happened before the incident:

The day that Yi Xiu Jie returned to the Yi family village, he found out that his father's ashes had been moved to the Yi family's ancestral hall.

Ignoring the fatigue from the long journey, Yi Xiu Jie ate a simple meal at the Village Chief's house and then said to Yi Pei Nan: "Uncle, I want to go to the ancestral hall to pay respects to my father."

Before Yi Pei Nan could say anything, the village chief said: "Uncle Xiujie, you just came back from such a long distance away, you must be tired, you should rest for a while, it won't be too late to go pay respects to your father tomorrow."

The Village Head's wife echoed him. "That's right. Let's take a rest first."

Everyone from Yi Village had the surname Yi, and all the descendants of the same ancestor were related by blood. Even though the village chief was already in his fifties, Yi Xiu Jie had even grown up compared to him.

Yi Pei Nan looked at Yi Xiu Jie. Seeing that his nephew just returned and wanted to pay respects to his father, Yi Pei Nan was happy in his heart, at least his nephew still remembered where his roots were.

Thus, he stood up and said to the village chief: "Since Xiujie wants to pay her respects to my brother, I will bring him over to take a look." With that, he ordered the village chief's wife to prepare some candles and paper money for their wors.h.i.+p.

The two of them did not want to rest first, so the Village Chief did not say much and instead got his wife to help him prepare some incense sticks and paper money.

Yi Xiu Jie accompanied his uncle to the Yi family's ancestral hall.

Along the way, they met many villagers, but Yi Xiu Jie did not recognize any of them. Others on the other hand, had some impressions of his name, and remembered her mother, Ling Hong Yu, the most, was simply too beautiful. In such a small place like the countryside, Ling Hong Yu was without a doubt a fairy descended from heaven, and the women were all jealous of her.

No one was surprised to learn that Ling Hong Yu had changed her marriage to a rich person, and felt that it was a matter of course.

The Yi family's ancestral hall was guarded by someone. The door was usually open during the day but would only close at night. When Uncle Yi Xiu Jie and his nephew left, it was already evening, and the sky had not completely darkened yet. The clansmen guarding the ancestral hall had decided to close the door, and the uncle and nephew duo had coincidentally arrived.

Under the guidance of the clan members, the Yi Xiu Jie and his nephew found the easy father's urn. The jar was placed on a small shelf and a small censer was placed on top of it.

When Yi Xiu Jie saw his father's altar of bones, together with Yi Pei Nan, he seriously offered incense to his father.

After that, Yi Xiu Jie wanted to stay and chat with his father's soul, so Yi Pei Nan and the members of the Ancestral Temple sat by the door and smoked and chatted.

Actually, Yi Xiu Jie wanted to peek at his father's ashes to see if they were white or black. In front of his uncles, it would be hard for him to open his father's ashes to scare away his father's soul, as it would be treated as a sin by his clansmen.

In front of the countless spirit tablets, only Yi Xiu Jie was left. Adding to the fact that the sky was gradually darkening, the entire ancestral hall looked gloomy.

Yi Xiu Jie kneeled in front of his father's spirit, "Father, Xiujie wants to know how you died. He will do something to disturb you, old man.

As he spoke, he kowtowed heavily at his father's urn.

He first looked around to make sure that there was no one around. Yi Pei Nan and the clan member were at the entrance, unable to see what was going on inside.

As a result, he took a few steps forward and stood in front of his father's altar, his expression extremely solemn. Extending his hands, he suddenly lifted the lid of his father's altar, and then looked inside.

In a split-second, his face turned deathly pale. The hand holding the altar lid was trembling, and it almost slipped off the lid.

"Xiujie, is it done? It's about to close. " Yi Pei Nan's voice suddenly came from outside.

Yi Xiu Jie quickly returned the lid back to the altar, and when Yi Pei Nan came in, he had already kneeled in front of his father's altar. He couldn't control his emotions, and tears rolled down his face.

Yi Pei Nan saw that Yi Xiu Jie was crying silently, and thought that he had shamed his father for twenty odd years that he had never come back to pay his respects, and was excited at once. He stood beside Yi Xiu Jie, wanting to advise him otherwise, but to his surprise, Yi Xiu Jie suddenly burst into tears.

"Dad —"

Yi Xiu Jie's crying father echoed in the Yi family's ancestral hall, looking miserable.

Yi Pei Nan and that clan member were infected by him, and kept wiping their eyes.

In the end, both of them helped Yi Xiu Jie up. In Yi Xiu Jie's entire life, he had never been as angry or as sad as he was now.

Earlier, he had seen it clearly.

His father's ashes were black.

From Ren Rui's old doctor, he was certain that his father's body was not cancer of the liver before he died, but black. This meant that his father was poisoned to death.