Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1532 - 1521: Dressing the Dead and Purifying the Body

Looking at the figure ahead, Zi Yun hesitated several times before finally deciding to speak, "Young Master Ning, have you seen any of our other sisters?""I'm sorry!"

Ning Fan did not conceal anything and directly spoke the truth.

In some way, those young girls died by his hands.

Ning Fan did not want to abandon them; he simply was powerless to save them.

Having been devoured by Gu Insects for so long, their vital energy greatly depleted, these seemingly young girls' bodily functions were like those of the elderly in their twilight years.

Even if Ning Fan had Divine Power, able to help them recover.

But at the time, he could not freely wield Divine Power; using that thin sliver of Divine Power within him was undoubtedly a drop in the ocean.

The most crucial point was that these girls were all tormented to the point of insanity, like living corpses.

At that time, Ning Fan couldn't bear to see them continue to suffer, so he stepped in.

But no matter how many reasons there are, it was no excuse for taking someone's life.

Ning Fan sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry. I was too impulsive back then."

"No. Young Master Ning, please don't say that."

Zi Yun said with a sorrowful voice, "Young Master Ning, what you did was right. Even if it were me, I would have done the same.

Rather than letting them live a life worse than death, it's better to give them a quick relief.

I believe that if they knew in the afterlife, they would not blame you but thank you for freeing them."

"Sister Zi Yun is right. Young Master Ning, please don't take it to heart."

"Everyone at the Hu Family is inhuman, and falling into their hands is a fate worse than death. I must thank you for saving our sisters."

"Young Master Ning, you did nothing wrong."

...

All the women spoke to comfort Ning Fan. They had been with the Hu Family for as little as ten years and as long as twenty years.

They had long witnessed the cruelty and heartlessness of the Hu Family.

As they spoke, the women began to cry empathetically.

"Hopefully, that's the case!"

Ning Fan sighed. In this matter, he was indeed a bit rash.

After all, even ants cling to life, let alone humans. Who wouldn't wish to live on?

The Hu Family's old ancestor was a typical example, having lived for over five hundred years and still clinging to life.

He would rather parasitize within the body of a beast, even willing to kneel and bow to Ning Fan.

Forcing someone in the Heavenly Gang Realm to humble themselves, one can just imagine how heavy life is.

Yet upon seeing that horrific scene, Ning Fan completely lost his mind.

After the women finished venting, Zi Yun said, "Young Master Ning, we would like to help collect their remains. May we?"

"Of course."

Ning Fan nodded and then reminded, "You need to be mentally prepared. Their remains..."

"Thank you, Young Master Ning. We are already prepared."

With that, Zi Yun gave a tragic smile, "This isn't the first time we've collected our sisters' remains."

Hearing this, Ning Fan felt a heavy heart and led them to the front of the cabin.

The Hu Family was extremely strict in managing these servants, even restricting their range of movement.

Thus, although living under the same roof, apart from their work areas, the eight women knew nothing about the other places.

After the eight women entered the cabin, Ning Fan did not follow.

One could already imagine what would happen next; he'd only feel more mentally burdened.

"Anyway, all the poisonous creatures inside are dead; there's no danger for them."

No sooner had he spoken than Ning Fan heard cries of grief from inside.

Soon after, the eight women carried out a corpse with not a scrap of clothing.

The previously colorful medicinal liquid on the corpse was now washed away.

Without the cover of the liquid, one could see the corpse was scarred with bloody wounds, all bitten by Gu Insects.

"Let me help you."

"Thank you for your kindness, Young Master Ning. We'll do it ourselves."

"Alright then."

Ning Fan did not insist.

Although the eight women looked sorrowful, their eyes were resolute, not as fragile as Ning Fan had imagined.

"That makes sense. Anyone else would have been scared speechless seeing such a terrifying corpse. Let alone being so up close."

Realizing this, Ning Fan felt even more compassion for the eight women.

If not for being accustomed to seeing corpses, how could the eight women be forged to such strength?

"Hu Family beasts, just how much sin have you created, harming so many people?"

Ning Fan soon learned the answer.

Once all the corpses were brought out, the women cleaned their remains and dressed them in beautiful clothes.

The whole process was filled with overwhelming sorrow, tears involuntarily streaming down one's face.

Even with Ning Fan's state of mind, he couldn't bear to witness the scene.

Looking at the corpses arranged in a row on the cart, Ning Fan's killing intent surged uncontrollably again.

Each of them seemed to be sleeping, with a sweet smile.

Under the careful preparation of the eight women, though the girls were dead, they exhibited vibrant colors, like flowers.

Ning Fan silently sighed, "But they withered at the prime of their youth."

Zi Yun softly said, "Young Master Ning, we want to bury them. Will you..."

"I'll go with you."

A total of ten bodies filled two carts, each drawn by four people, two pulling in front and two pushing at the back.

On this muddy road, Ning Fan watched the women laboriously pull the carts; though he felt pity, he did not offer help.

At the Hu Family, as both food and servants, the girls had endured years of hardship and had become each other's closest sisters.

Now, as the eight women bid farewell to their sisters, as an outsider, Ning Fan found it inappropriate to intervene.

About an hour later, the eight women, exhausted, finally reached their destination.

A green grassland, its perimeter surrounded by a sea of flowers.

The flowers looked deliberately transplanted, intentionally enclosing the grassland.

Zi Yun, panting, apologized, "Young Master Ning, I'm sorry. We've taken up your time."

"It's fine."

Seeing the women drenched in sweat, lips pale, Ning Fan flicked his hand, sending out eight streams of True Qi, helping them regain their energy.

Not intervening earlier was to respect their actions.

Sitting and resting, the eight women suddenly felt a warm sensation in their bodies, their strength returning.

Instantly, eight pairs of eyes looked over.

Ning Fan, who considered himself experienced among flowers, felt bashful as his face flushed under their gaze, "I saw you were too exhausted, so I restored some of your strength."

"Thank you, Young Master Ning."

"Uh... no need to thank me."

Having regained their strength, the eight women did not continue to rest.

They unloaded the corpses from the carts, and the women began to work together,

Six wielding shovels to dig the graves, while two walked among the flowers, gathering fresh blooms and weaving them into wreaths.

Quickly, the two women had woven ten wreaths and joined the group of six.

"Ten wreaths?"

Ning Fan's mind stirred, and he couldn't help but look up. The grassland was densely packed with wreaths, numbering at least a hundred.

The flowers on these wreaths were already wilted and yellow, evidently left for some time.

"Would it be that each wreath represents..."