After walking around the house, Qingyin didn't see any note left. She couldn't help but wonder: Zhang Heng was seriously ill and had no relatives or reasons, where would he go alone?
Just as I was thinking, I suddenly heard a scream outside, and then I saw Xiaobao running in in a panic, "Qing, Qingyin, go and take a look. There is a..."
Seeing Xiaobao's horrified appearance, Qingyin's heart skipped a beat and hurriedly followed her out.
Follow Xiaobao around the bamboo forest outside the house, and saw a grave that was added out of thin air on the flat ground not far away.
A few days ago, there was nothing here except the green bamboo.
The grave is newly built, with green grass in the soil, scattering the fragrance of the soil.
There are several words engraved on the wooden sign on the grave: Zhang Hengzhi’s Tomb.
Seeing this, Qingyin could hardly believe her eyes.
Why did such a change happen in just three days?
That day, Zhang Heng clinked her a cup of cow drink, but now he is buried here alone.
What happened to her after she got drunk that day?
Before he knew it, Qingyin's eyes turned red.
"Hey? Who are you?"
Suddenly, a sound rang behind him.
Qingyin tidied up her emotions, turned around and looked over, and saw a woodcutter standing in the yard. She couldn't help but feel strange and said, "We are friends of Zhang Heng and his wife, who are you?"
"So it's Zhang Heng's friend." The woodcutter put down his alert and walked around the yard, "I am the woodcutter on the nearby mountain."
Qingyin winked at Xiaobao. Xiaobao knew how to smell Zhang Heng. He didn't feel it was wrong, so he nodded to Qingyin and signaled her to rest assured.
Qingyin withdrew her gaze, pointed to Zhang Heng's grave and asked, "I saw him well a few days ago, why are you here now?"
"Two days ago, I came here to cut bamboo. When I came to borrow water to drink, I found him lying on the ground, his body was cold and his breathing was gone! Seeing that he was pitiful, I buried him here. My name is still
I was looking for the signature on this calligraphy and painting! Fortunately, there is a name to be found, otherwise I would become a nameless ghost if I die!" The woodcutter shook his head, sighing.
"I'm sorry for his funeral." Qingyin was grateful and took out a ingot of silver and stuffed it to the woodcutter.
"It cannot be used, it cannot be used." The woodcutter was flattered and hurriedly pushed it back.
"Take it! If it weren't for you, he would have been corpse in the wilderness." Qingyin felt a little chilled.
She never expected that Zhang Heng would end like this in the end.
I originally promised Zhu Qing that I would come to see Zhang Heng when I was free, but now that I am dead, how can she take care of her?
How can I hand over the inner elixir left by Zhu Qing to Zhang Heng?
Finally, the woodcutter took the silver ingot, said a lot of words, and left.
Qingyin sat in front of Zhang Heng's grave, holding her head with one hand, staring at the words on the sign, and fell into deep thought.
Xiaobao picked a weed next to him and held it in his hand and shook it, "I'm dead and I can't give it to the inner elixir. What are you going to do?"
Qingyin shook her head, she didn't know what to do.
"If you want me to see, you can just bury the inner elixir in Zhang Heng's grave." Xiao Bao said.
Qingyin pondered for a moment, "It seems that this is the only way."
Xiaobao found a shovel in the room, dug a big hole under the wooden sign, and finally took out a box and handed it to Qingyin in a magical way.
After putting the inner elixir into a box, bury it into a big pit...