God's Gift

As soon as the man who had just spoken stopped talking, a murmur immediately sounded in the hall: "Isn't Fang Fu the current city lord?"

"Aren't the city lord's family doing well?"

"This Fang Mansion is not that Fang Mansion. The Fang Mansion that was wiped out a hundred years ago was a wealthy merchant family in Gusu City. However, I heard that the current city lord can be regarded as a branch of that Fang Mansion."

Upon hearing this, everyone became interested and started discussing it.

When there was a lot of noise from the audience, Ning Yue got a chair from somewhere, took out a folding fan, and sat down slowly.

After he had aroused everyone's interest, he gently tapped the folding fan in his hand on the painted mahogany armrest. With a "pop" sound, the hall fell silent.

Seeing that Ning Yue looked capable, Yu Youyou turned and walked towards Lu Keming.

Lu Keming was still staring at Ning Yue, but when he noticed Yu Youyou's gaze, the coldness in his eyes disappeared. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Yu Youyou who was walking towards him without showing any expression.

The look in his eyes was gentle and harmless, and he looked at Yu Youyou quietly and patiently, as if he had never harbored any ill will towards Ning Yue, and the jealousy in his eyes just now had never appeared.

"Let's go sit down." Yu Youyou naturally took Lu Keming's hand and said to him in a crisp voice.

Feeling warmth in his hand, Lu Keming lowered his eyes and looked at the hand held in his palm. There was a little more joy in his eyes. Noticing the gaze falling from the stage, Lu Keming slowly raised his eyes and looked at Ning Yue who was looking at this place.

Their eyes met in mid-air, and Ning Yue's bright red lips painted with lipstick moved slightly, revealing a smile.

But soon he opened the folding fan in his hand, half-covered it in front of his face to hide the smile, and looked away as if nothing had happened.

Lu Keming narrowed his eyes, but before he could react, Yu Youyou had already pulled him around the hall.

She took him around the hall before finding an empty seat in the corner.

As soon as the two sat down, Ning Yue's voice rang out.

"If you must say, the Fang Mansion a hundred years ago was indeed related to the city lord's family. The current Fang Mansion was not deeply related to the exterminated Fang Mansion, and they did not live in Gusu a hundred years ago, so they were spared from the disaster of extermination."

"A hundred years ago, the Fang family was prosperous and wealthy. Half of Gusu's industries belonged to the Fang family. However, this inexhaustible wealth turned to ashes overnight."

"Legend has it that on the night when the Fang family was exterminated, blood stained the long bluestone street for a hundred miles, and the fire turned the night into day. The Fang family's mansion was more than a hundred acres, and the courtyard wall was several feet high, but it became a tomb that trapped them."

At this point, everyone in the audience sighed. Ning Yue waved the paper fan, his jade-like hand holding the bamboo fan handle, but there was no fear on his face. He grinned with a slightly excited smile and continued:

"During the fire that lasted all night, there were cries of grief and shouts for help. People in the city brought water to help, but no one escaped."

"It was not until the first rays of light appeared in the sky and the many buildings of the Fang Mansion were burned to ashes that the first drop of rain fell from the sky, extinguishing the last of the fire. People rushed into the Fang Mansion, but all they saw were charred corpses."

"The bodies were all charred black, and it was impossible to tell whether they were men or women, or who they were, but there was one strange thing that was consistent among them."

Ning Yue pretended to be mysterious, and looked at the people in the audience, and asked, "Do you know how to agree?"

Hearing this, the guests in the audience were frightened by Ning Yue's mysterious appearance and asked intermittently: "How...how?"

Ning Yue let out a muffled laugh, which rolled around in his chest, causing a low resonance, and he slowly said:

"All of them were kneeling, with their burnt hands behind their backs, their heads facing upwards, their blackened faces looking up at the sky, as if they were asking for forgiveness from the gods."

"Why is it so weird?!"

Although many people in the audience had heard about the annihilation of the entire Fang family, they did not know the details. Now, after hearing Ning Yue's talk, they felt horrified.

"But is there a ghost?"

"It's hard to say. His death was so strange. Maybe he really offended some ghost or god."

Ning Yue closed the paper fan in his hand, tapped the handle of the fan lightly on his forehead, slowly closed his eyes, listened to the chattering discussions below, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But no matter what they said, the group of people didn't get the real answer, so someone looked at Ning Yue and asked, "Then tell me, why was the Fang family wiped out?"

"This..." Ning Yue opened his eyes, deliberately lengthened his voice, and said in the expectation of everyone: "I don't know either."

"What did you say!" As soon as he said this, a dissatisfied voice came from the audience, "How can you not know? Aren't you trying to arouse my interest?"

"I only heard about what happened a hundred years ago and only have a vague understanding of it." Ning Yue did not feel guilty about their accusations and said with a smile:

"Perhaps it is really as you said, there are ghosts and gods causing trouble, the Fang family offended a local god, so the god punished them, burned down the Fang family's property, and took their lives in the process."

As soon as he said this, a man in blue clothes in the audience immediately spoke up:

"What nonsense are you talking about? The gods will only protect us. How could they massacre more than a hundred people in the Fang Mansion? Could it be some evil god?"