Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 143: Collecting bones for relatives!
The next day.

It was not yet daylight.

Bai Mingwei stood up slightly without waking up Xiao Chuanyi who had just fallen asleep.

After thinking about it, she finally couldn't bear the child to face the death of his loved one.

So she entrusted Xiao Chuanyi to Cheng Bi's care, while she and her sisters-in-law went to Yinshan Mountain to collect bones.

But when they walked out of the yard holding the coffin, the sleeping child stood at the door with red eyes.

Xiao Chuanyi was dressed in plain clothes, holding a soul-calling flag in his hand, standing upright in the cold wind, with Cheng Bi standing next to him with a look of shame on his face.

"Auntie," Xiao Chuanyi stared straight at Bai Mingwei, "Chuanyi is going too."

Bai Ming opened her mouth slightly, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them again.

Xiao Chuanyi stared at Bai Mingwei, with pleading in his firm eyes: "Auntie, if you don't agree, who will carry the flag?"

Bai Mingwei was silent for a moment.

Since ancient times, the eldest son or grandson has carried the soul-calling flag.

But now the Bai family has no eldest son or grandson.

Besides Chuanyi, the eldest great-great-grandson, who would carry the soul-calling flag?
The seventh sister-in-law advised: "Preaching justice, the weather is freezing, and my eldest aunt is also thinking about you. Besides, there are more than just our relatives in the Yinshan Mountain. You are still young, so it is really cruel for you to face those things."

Little Chuanyi said loudly: "Chuanyi is the man of this family. My father said that men should protect women from wind and rain. As a man, Chuanyi, how can I let my aunts and aunts go alone?"

"Although Chuanyi cannot share the burden with you, we can face the grief of losing your loved ones with you, and face the fear of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood."

"As weak women, aunts and aunts can move forward without hesitation. Chuanyi is a man, so how can he hide behind everyone?"

The several sisters-in-law looked at each other with tears in their eyes.

The men of the Bai family are really the same.

They have always consciously shouldered their responsibilities as men, holding up the sky like pillars and protecting the women of the family from wind and rain.

At that time, they all felt that they were the happiest women in the world, happy because they were cared for by their husbands.

But when this child, who should be protected by everyone, said that he would take on the responsibilities that belong to men and face them together.

In their hearts, they were only filled with sadness.

This is just a child!
Bai Ming took a deep breath and suppressed the heartache in his eyes: "My eldest aunt is so narrow-minded that she is reluctant to face Chuanyi, but she forgets that Chuanyi is so brave."

Bai Mingwei extended his hand to Chuanyi: "Come to Auntie, let's go take our relatives home together."

Xiao Chuanyi carried the soul-calling flag and walked steadily to Bai Mingwei.

The fire that once burned the corpses of the enemy soldiers has been extinguished, but an unpleasant smell still lingers in the air.

Feng Qingchen left the city early and went to explore the location of the food.

Bai Mingwei entrusted Yao Cheng to Wei Xiao, and led the Bai family's women, children, and personal guards, pushing eleven coffins from Yao City to Yinshan Mountain outside Pingcheng.

When the people heard the news, women with quick hands and feet volunteered to help in the wounded barracks, so that their sisters-in-law would not have to worry about anything.

Bai Mingwei did not allow anyone to accompany him, but the people took the initiative to stand on both sides of the street and watched the team leave.

At this time, the Bai family team was dressed in plain clothes and covered in white.

Xiao Chuanyi walked in the front, carrying a soul-calling flag.

His hair was very dark, his face was very white, and he walked steadily.

Due to the long distance, the team switched to horse-drawn carriages after leaving the city.

Before being carried onto the horse by Bai Mingwei, Xiao Chuanyi bowed respectfully in the direction of Yinshan, and his childish and clear voice rang in everyone's ears.

"Grandfather, second uncle, third uncle, fourth uncle, father, several uncles, Chuanyi and aunts are going to take you home right now!"

The guards of the Bai family raised paper money, and the white paper was scattered all over the sky and scattered on the roadside.

Xiao Chuanyi didn't cry, no one else cried
Although there were no tears, all the sadness fell in his eyes, and there was a cold silence.

The team walked on the official road and headed towards Pingcheng.

No one spoke a word the whole way. What echoed in the ears was the sound of paper money scattered and the creaking of the carriage on the road.

Xiao Chuanyi always held the soul-calling flag in his hand tightly. Even if his hands were sore, he stubbornly refused to let go.

When the team arrived at Pingcheng, the city gates were wide open and the people were already kneeling on the ground, from the north gate to the south gate.

It seemed like everyone in the city had come out.

In order to avoid more trouble, Bai Mingwei did not let the soldiers and people help. He issued an order early and did not allow anyone to interfere in today's matter.

But these people still use their own way to express their respect for the heroic spirits.

There were no tears, no heart-wrenching cries, and no low sobs.

However, the plain white clothes, the dark coffin, and the people kneeling solemnly on the ground filled the air with unspeakable sadness.

Faced with all this, Xiao Chuanyi still did not cry.

He always kept his identity in mind, clenched the soul-calling flag in his hand, looked forward, and had a determined face.

Until the team passed in front of the people and prepared to leave the city.

Some people stood up silently, some holding bells and shaking them gently.

A white-haired old man stood behind the team and called out in a hoarse and tragic voice: "The heroic spirits who are lost in the night and can't find their way home."

"All the people of Pingcheng, I am here to ring the bell for you. Please follow the Bai family's team and return in the direction of the bell!"

"Come back from that cold Yin Valley! Although this is not your hometown, your deeds will always be remembered and your heroic souls will be provided with a safe haven..." As the old man finished his words, the clear ringing of the bell rang. Continuously.

Until Bai Mingwei and his team were far away from Pingcheng, they could still vaguely hear the bell, ringing tirelessly behind them.

It took three hours from dawn to now, and the team finally arrived at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.

The mountains are so high that the peaks cannot be seen.

A long valley with no end in sight.

A sheet of white mist shrouded the mountains, blocking everything in the valley, but it could not block the deathly air coming out of the valley.

When the carriage could no longer move, the group unloaded the carriage and walked instead.

The guards of the Bai family carried the coffin, Bai Mingwei held Xiao Chuanyi's hand, Cheng Bi supported Bai Xiuying, and several sisters-in-law looked after Yu Jiao.

The group stepped through the messy bushes and grass and slowly entered the valley.

The further you go into the valley, the colder it becomes, as if dripping water turns into ice.

When they entered deep into the valley, the biting cold air hit their faces as sharp as a knife.

Only then did they realize that it was particularly cold in the valley.

The ground was frozen hard, and in some places there was thick ice scattered on the flat ground. The ice seemed to have accumulated for thousands of years and had never melted.

The increasingly cold air made people shiver uncontrollably.

Even though they had put on thick cotton clothes and were moving around all the time, they were still shivering from the cold.

Bai Mingwei squeezed Xiao Chuanyi's cold hand, giving him warmth and comfort in this way.

At this moment, still no one is crying.

until--

Until Bai Ming, who was walking at the front, stopped slightly and called out a hoarse and broken "Father" from the choked throat.

Yes, Bai Weiyong's eldest son, Bai Boyuan, died at the front of their route.

Behind him, there were corpses scattered and piled up as far as the eye could see, forming a mountain of corpses.

There is no imaginary corpse energy rising into the sky, nor imaginary maggots squirming.

The low temperature preserved every skeleton here, and also preserved the tragedy of that day.

As far as the eye can see, there are corpses lying on the ground. The number seems to be more than the weeds growing outside the valley.

Countless and no end in sight.

Bai Boyuan was wearing armor and holding a heavy sword in his hand, half-kneeling on a pile of corpses.

Judging from their clothing, those who died at his feet were all enemy soldiers.

And his body was covered with arrow feathers.

The cold caused him to freeze into an ice sculpture, and the blood flowing on his body solidified into red ice.

He just half-knelt, full of reluctance and regret, and refused to rest in peace on the battlefield.

"Father……"

Bai Mingwei recognized at a glance that this was her father.

She called out again and knelt down with a bang, sobbing.

"grandfather……"

Xiao Chuanyi knelt down and asked hoarsely: "Why are you so thin?"

Yes, so thin!

The armor had hung loosely on his body, and only the dry green-brown skin covering the bones of his tall body was left.

The vivid appearance of his life no longer existed. The brownish-red skin, sunken and shrunken cheeks and body showed that he had been dead for a long time.

Everyone in the audience has fantasized about collecting corpses for their loved ones countless times during sleepless nights, and even prepared to search for them in the mountain of corpses for several days and nights.

But no one expected that wherever they looked they would immediately see the remains of their loved ones as soon as they saw the corpses.

No one ever thought that that gentle and elegant man would die on the battlefield in this way - the one holding the pen was holding a heavy sword, and even if he died, he still did not fall.

Like a warrior, fight till the last moment, then straighten your back and take your last breath.

Several sisters-in-law and Bai Xiuying also knelt down: "Uncle..."

The guard of Bai Mansion knelt on the ground: "Uncle..."

Bai Mingwei stared blankly at his father who was almost frozen into a mummy.

My father was as strange as I remembered.

But the arrow that pierced her father's body seemed to have pierced her chest/mouth as well.

The pain of losing a loved one has not been reduced by half.

She was stunned for a long time, then slowly stretched out her hand, wanting to touch her father, who was just a cold body.

However, tears blurred her eyes and blurred her vision ahead.

After the initial daze, she could no longer restrain her emotions. She crawled over on her hands and knees, hugged the corpse that had been pierced by thousands of arrows, and let out a shrill scream: "Father!"

(End of this chapter)