Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

"Orange peel, don't blame Er Yue for being too harsh on you. After all, you represent his reputation outside. Others may not do anything to you in front of you because of the face of the Hong Mansion, but who knows what's going on behind your back?"

"If he doesn't punish you severely and set an example for the people outside, I'm afraid they will still think you are a servant of the Hong Mansion."

"I know that Master is doing this for my own good. Sometimes, what he says is just too harsh and I feel uncomfortable."

"You know you're uncomfortable, but he's your master. You grew up with your mother-in-law and have seen the lives of the lower classes. He's afraid that you'll be flattered by those people and lose your sense of proportion."

"Besides, if he didn't consider you as a family member, why did he punish you to kneel in the ancestral hall instead of other punishments?"

Hua Yu and Chen Pi talked as they walked. After spending a few years together, Hua Yu knew how much Er Yuehong valued this apprentice. However, the environment he grew up in determined his character, and he couldn't adjust to it all at once, so he could only adjust it slowly.

"In the novels I've read, the masters would beat people with sticks at any time, or make them kneel in the rain as punishment. And Tang Monk would always recite the Tightening Curse, and Sun Wukong was so miserable because of it."

"Okay, you just know how to speak well of the master. Although I, Chenpi, am not a good person in the eyes of outsiders, I can still tell who is good to me and who is not."

Chen Pi looked at Hua Yu who was muttering about how Tang Seng treated Sun Wukong, rubbed his head, sighed and said.

"Boss, pack all these for me."

"Don't want those sweet things, just pack some pine nut cakes."

Chen Pi looked at the items Hua Yu had picked, all of which were sweets. Thinking of someone who had recently asked a doctor to come to his home for a dentistry check-up, he stopped the boss and asked for a few less sweet pastries.

Hua Yu watched the sweet cake that was about to be in her hands slip away from her hands. She was so angry that she didn't say a word to Chen Pi on the way back.

"Just now, someone under my command said that the group of soldiers have moved the things back to Zhang Qishan's residence. I will take you to Zhang Qishan's residence."

Hua Yu just hummed and hummed and refused to talk to Chen Pi.

"Okay, little ancestor, have you forgotten that you asked a doctor to come to your house because of your toothache a few days ago? Haven't you had enough of those bitter medicine soups?"

When Hua Yu thought of the bitter medicine soup she had drunk in the past few days, her stomach felt sour. She pouted at Chen Pi with a grimace, took the oil paper handed to her by Chen Pi, and walked into Zhang Qishan's mansion without looking back.

Chenpi looked at the little ancestor's arrogant look, shook his head, and strolled back to the dock.

In Zhang Qishan's mansion, a group of people were staring at the coffin in the middle of the hall with eager eyes.

The coffin was found by Zhang Qishan and his four companions in the last carriage of the train. When they found it, not only was the outside cast with cast iron, but the inside was also blocked with iron fences.

Hua Yu looked at the peculiarly shaped coffin, stood beside Er Yuehong, and poked him.

"Fei Yue, why is this coffin different from the ones in the coffin shop? Why is it all black and has a hole on it?"

"This is a whistle coffin. It is said that there are powerful things inside. I will take you to visit the courtyard of the Great Buddha. His courtyard is different from ours."

Er Yuehong didn't want Hua Yu to see the bloody scene that followed, so he found an excuse and took Hua Yu out of the hall.

The atmosphere in the hall remained tense.

"Get the supplies and manpower ready, as well as doctors and nurses."

After a busy day, they saw a pair of large scissors placed on the opening of the coffin. The handle of the scissors was connected to a fast horse. The horse's head was facing the gate, and the adjutant was standing at the horse's tail with a whip in his hand.

Encouraged by Zhang Qishan, a young boy took off his shirt and reached one hand into the hole.

Before he could see what was happening, the young boy looked at Zhang Qishan in panic, his whole body shaking uncontrollably and a sharp cry erupting from his mouth.

The adjutant slapped the horse's butt, and the horse was frightened and ran away. Before Zhang Qishan could say anything, the big scissors directly cut off the boy's arm.

Zhang Qishan pulled the young boy over and handed him to a servant to take him to a doctor to stop the bleeding. He took off his gloves, reached into the opening, fumbled for a while, and opened the whistle coffin.

After the whistle coffin was opened, Mr. Qi Baye and his adjutant moved forward, while Zhang Qishan handed the severed arm to the servant.

"Go and see if you can connect it."

"Master Buddha, I've never heard of a prince or noble being buried lying prone?"

Mr. Qi Ba looked at the corpse that was being buried with its head facing them, and thought of all the dead Sakura people on the train who were lying with their backs to the sky and their faces to the ground.

"How come those Sakura people who died on the train were imitating this ancestor?"