Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 923 - 919: Sorrow

Seeing Granny Liu standing in place, staring blankly as if she’d lost her way, Shen Siyuan didn’t immediately step forward to comfort her.

He knew that in the face of "a daughter who had long since passed away," any words would seem pale.

Comforting words would be like feathers, gently brushing over a wound yet unable to stop the pain; it’s better to give her some time to slowly digest this belated truth.

To slowly understand the reasons her children might have hidden it from her years ago, maybe fearing she couldn’t bear it, or perhaps wanting her to live a few more peaceful years with less worry and tears.

Shen Siyuan stood quietly aside, his gaze falling on the pomegranate tree in the courtyard, leaving Grandma Liu space to be alone.

But just because he didn’t disturb her didn’t mean Dou Dou would "stay put."

The little one, seeing Grandma Liu standing still, ran over with tiny steps, extending a chubby little hand to gently tug on her sleeve.

"Granny, what’s wrong?" Dou Dou lifted her small face, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Granny Liu was brought back to her senses by that innocent voice, and as she looked down at Dou Dou’s pure appearance, the corners of her tight lips slowly relaxed. She reached out to gently pat her small head, feeling a surge of bitterness.

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She let out a long sigh, her voice filled with fatigue and confusion, "Can you help me ask where my daughter is buried?"

The question was asked cautiously, as if afraid to disturb something.

Her eyes were filled with so much lostness, her straight back now slightly hunched, making her look even older, her soul becoming more ethereal and illusory.

The news of her daughter’s death was too sudden, like a giant stone plunging into a calm lake, shattering decades of longing and anticipation into bubbles.

Shen Siyuan heard Granny Liu’s words but didn’t immediately answer.

Instead, he turned to look at Liu Xiulan, a gentle smile on his face, casually pulling an excuse: "Grandma Liu, actually a friend of mine asked me to find out. He’s a distant relative of Liu Xue Mei. It’s been years since she went back to the countryside, and he hasn’t received any news, so he’s always kept her in mind and wants to know how she’s been all these years."

"Liu Xue Mei’s relative?"

Liu Xiulan was momentarily stunned, then thoughtfully furrowed her brows. "Let me think... When Xue Mei left those years ago, indeed many relatives came to her house. It was quite hectic; I remember helping to entertain them a bit at the time."

One must say, Liu Xiulan, a former worker at the Ministry of Justice, had an astoundingly good memory.

She could recall trivial matters from over ten years ago with such clarity.

"As for the specific relatives, my friend didn’t make it clear either."

Shen Siyuan naturally continued her words, his tone seamless, without a trace of flaw.

"Where is she buried now? Even if they can’t see her, as relatives, they’d like to go and pay respects, to fulfill a wish."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiulan recalled for a moment before finally shaking her head helplessly, "Oh, that’s hard to say. There are too many cemeteries around Xiajing—in Changping, Tongzhou, Fangshan, Mentougou, Yanqing, all over. I really can’t remember which one."

Standing nearby, Granny Liu listened intently to their conversation. When she heard place names like "Changping, Tongzhou, and Fangshan," her gaze gradually dimmed, her face full of disappointment.

Just when Granny Liu was sinking into despair, Shen Siyuan suddenly spoke, "Since Grandma Li doesn’t remember, I can ask other friends to check. I know some people working in the civil affairs department; maybe they can find cemetery registration information."

His words were like a beam of light, instantly illuminating Granny Liu’s hope.

She raised her head sharply, her eyes rekindled with light, full of hope as she looked at Shen Siyuan, her lips trembling slightly but unable to speak.

She wanted to thank him but didn’t know what to say.

She wanted to ask more but was afraid of disturbing Shen Siyuan, so she could only transmit her urgency and anticipation with her eyes.

Liu Xiulan, hearing this, didn’t mind but instead turned with a smile to look at Grandma, continuing to chat about everyday matters.

The two of them reminisced about past events, one word after another, gradually lightening the atmosphere in the courtyard.

Seizing the moment, Shen Siyuan stepped aside, took out his phone, and quickly sent a message to Song Meixian, including Liu Xue Mei’s name, the approximate time of death, and the clues provided by Liu Xiulan.

Not two minutes later, Song Meixian replied, "Don’t worry, Mr. Shen, I’ll have someone investigate right away! I guarantee you’ll have a result within half an hour!"

Song Meixian didn’t find it a bother; in fact, she wished that Shen Siyuan would "bother" her more often.

With Zhong Xiaonan’s example before her, ever since getting to know Shen Siyuan, her skills had improved by leaps and bounds.

First, he helped her cultivate a large batch of Netherworld Fire Fireflies. Though their attack strength wasn’t high, they were the arch-nemesis of sinister ghosts.

Then he taught her a technique called "Mayfly Shaking Heaven Scripture," which made everyone quite envious; it was a proper cultivation method.

Besides, a few days ago, Shen Siyuan directly extracted a person’s entire body of blood and refined it into a Blood Coagulation Pearl, which Zhong Xiaonan absorbed. This blood pearl contained all of a person’s essence energy, and it was from a young individual.

As a result, Zhong Xiaonan’s strength greatly increased, transforming her from one of the lesser ranks in the Special Affairs Bureau into a top contender.

Hence, anything related to Shen Siyuan, Song Meixian found not a bit troublesome.

Indeed, in less than half an hour, Song Meixian sent a message, not only finding Liu Xue Mei’s grave located in Tianshou Cemetery of Changping District,

but also uncovering some current information about her family.

After reading the message, Shen Siyuan felt a sense of relief.

He put away his phone, turned, and walked toward Granny Liu, preparing to share the news with her.

Ruan Hongzhuang and Taozi, seeing this, also stood up to join him, appearing as if the trio was casually touring the courtyard.

Meeting Granny Liu’s expectant gaze, Shen Siyuan informed her of her daughter’s burial site.

Always so strong, upon hearing the news, Granny Liu couldn’t help but wipe her eyes.

Then she spoke, "Thank you... thank you, young man..."

Her voice carried a hint of sorrow.

"No worries. Will you go to the cemetery now?" Shen Siyuan asked.

"Yes, since I’m here, I have to... I have to see..."

"Do you know how to get there?" Shen Siyuan inquired.

Granny Liu shook her head. Now as a ghost, she couldn’t even find someone to ask for directions.

Yet Granny Liu wasn’t discouraged, "I have plenty of time now; I’ll find it eventually."

Shen Siyuan shook his head, "How long would that take?"

Since he’d started helping, he might as well finish the job.

Then, with a thought, he summoned the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, forming a dharma seal with his fingers, directly drawing Granny Liu into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

After a round in the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, she was no longer an ordinary ghostly granny.

She also understood Shen Siyuan’s identity; though she didn’t know how high the rank "Qiong Province Governor" was,

she knew he was a subordinate of King Yama, and with that knowledge, her once forlorn and sorrowful face filled with expectancy as she asked, "My lord, can I still see my daughter?"

Shen Siyuan, hearing this, didn’t quite know how to respond to her question.