Crying While Filling the Pit I Dug - Chapter 34

One morning, Song Miaomiao spotted Ling Qianyi. She was eating in a restaurant when she saw him, the Demon Princess, and the disciples galloping past on the street. Ling Qianyi looked very handsome, accompanied by the beautiful Princess, dressed in fresh clothes and exuding an elegant air. With status, beauty, and power, he seemed to be living a good life. Song Miaomiao secretly sighed in relief, thinking, “Isn’t it so? Wait, male lead, your first half of your life was just written by me. Your whole family was slaughtered, you were starved and thin, and you were slandered for killing your teacher. The good days are finally here; hurry up and go through the plot. I miss the modern phones, computers, and beef noodles.”

As Ling Qianyi ran past, the long-lost voice of the system Oppa sounded again.

System Oppa: [Mission 7: According to the male lead’s current plot direction, he has encountered great difficulties. Please help the male find the murderer who slaughtered his family and the murderer who killed Yuan Buluo and Song Chaowang. Task nature: Complete the unfinished plot. Task seven bonus points: 3000 points.]

Song Miaomiao: [The murderer? But the question is who is the murderer? When I wrote it back then, I didn’t design who the murderer was at all. The massacre was just a setting.]

No wonder the plot had encountered great difficulties. The author didn’t know it. Hey, what a shame for Ling Qianyi! It was even harder for her!

Song Miaomiao: [There is no clue at all. What should I do? Can you give me a hint?]

System Oppa: [According to your description, when the male lead first appeared, he was an orphan who had a blood feud. You didn’t say anything about hatred, so the system doesn’t know.]

Song Miaomiao: […]

System Oppa: [Our aim is: to fill in the holes you dig yourself even when you cry.]

Song Miaomiao: […]

Since the novel world turned into a world, there should be a mechanism for it to operate. It hoped there was a murderer.

The first question was to know where Ling Qianyi’s home was. Song Miaomiao remembered that he told her when he was in the Wanshan Sect that he was the son of a wealthy merchant in Mingcheng. Therefore, she thought of investigating the city. But since Ling Qianyi was investigating the murderer who massacred his whole family, he must have looked for it himself. Regardless, there was no other way, and she didn’t know what else to do except.

After many twists and turns, Song Miaomiao found Mingcheng. She also found the rumored Ling Mansion, which was in ruins and extremely desolate.

Song Miaomiao first asked many people in the market, but firstly, she was unable to speak, and secondly, even if she could write, there were not many people who knew how to read in ancient times. If Qianyi’s enemy or someone knew about it, it would be alarming. If she exposed herself, her life would be gone in a while.

Song Miaomiao went back to her old job, disguised as a man, and went to work in a restaurant. But she was not serving dishes and washing them, but settling accounts, and occasionally when there was a shortage of manpower, she also served dishes part-time. After all, there were advantages to working in a restaurant. Although Song Miaomiao was mute and couldn’t speak, there were many people in the restaurant, and she could inquire about many things without opening her mouth.

Song Miaomiao worked so hard for more than two months, but she didn’t find any extremely useful information. It couldn’t be helped that the incident was too old, and the Ling Mansion was reduced to ruins and gradually forgotten.

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival again, and the restaurant was at its busiest time. Song Miaomiao was also so busy that she was temporarily sent by the restaurant owner to serve food and water.

Song Miaomiao knocked on the door of the room on the second floor with a plate of bao chicken, stir-fried Chinese cabbage, and a pot of wine.

She knocked a few times, but heard no one, yet the door opened with a creak. Song Miaomiao hesitated for a moment, then walked into the room with a tray and saw a man in white clothes with his back turned to her, looking at the scenery outside the window. That person’s back was very familiar, but he looked unapproachable.

Song Miaomiao put the dishes on the table, and the man turned around, “Miss Song!”

That… Was that Master Fang?

Song Miaomiao was stunned for a moment. Master Fang’s current attire was much more gorgeous than before. But no matter how beautiful and prosperous the clothes were, it couldn’t offset the sadness on Master Fang’s face. Even if he didn’t show sadness, she did remember his expression. Master Fang’s forehead was already very obviously full of worries.

Master Fang said, “Miss Song, it’s been a long time.”

Song Miaomiao nodded in greeting.

Master Fang continued, “Miss Song, how is life here? A few years ago, after Brother Song passed away, you left a letter and left Wanshan Sect. Everyone was very worried about you.”

Elder brother. When Song Miaomiao thought of this word, she couldn’t help feeling a little sad. It had been more than three years, her brother had been away for more than three years, and she hadn’t gone back to offer him a stick of incense. She was really unkind. Who was the murderer who killed her brother had never been known. Her brother loved her so much, but she had not done anything for him.

Master Fang sighed, “Junior Brother Song and I are from the same Sect, brothers who have fought side by side together. Junior Brother Song is no longer here. In my heart, I will treat you as my own sister. If you have any difficulties, or if you have been wronged, or if you want to go back to the Wanshan Sect, I will do my best to help you.”