Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Gu Weizhi tortured me for three whole days.
Today was the anniversary of his father’s death, and Gu Xun’an had gone to the village entrance to buy spirit money.
Seizing this brief window of time, I broke free from the ropes and pushed myself up with my wrists.
Using the fingers that hadn’t been crushed yet, I tremblingly pulled out my necklace.
Su Wanru had taught me a lesson I wouldn’t forget; I had long since removed the note from the third brocade pouch and tucked it inside the locket.
Regarding the third brocade pouch, Grandma had never given me a specific time to open it. She only said, “When the time comes to open it, you’ll know.”
Now was surely that time.
Blood dripped onto the paper, and I hurried to wipe it away. A faint sentence was visible inside:
“Girl, everything is exactly where it should be.”
Everything? What things? I gave a sudden shudder.
Grandma had been terrified of poverty her whole life and loved hoarding things in the storehouse. She used to tell me, “We have everything we need at home. Whatever you need to eat or use, I’ve prepared it all for you.”
Outside in the courtyard, Gu Weizhi finished burning spirit money for his father.
A filial son and grandson, fearing his ancestor might be lonely, would always burn something. Others burned paper effigies.
But he had to burn the real deal-actual gold and silver.
Just as he opened the storehouse door, ready to bring this game to an end.
What greeted him.
Was the dark, hollow muzzle of a shotgun.