Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family Chapter 2052: 544: Inheritance, Calamity Out of Nowhere!

"What’s happening... Why are they afraid of me..."

The young girl noticed the uncles, aunts, grandpas, and grandmas who always called her Little Que’er now staring at her in terror and horror, leaving her deeply puzzled.

Was it on account of her slaying the tiger?

Yet plenty of village uncles and aunts hunt in the mountains too, don’t they?

Or perhaps because she was too young to have felled the tiger?

Little Que’er recalled Grandma’s warning that her power was immense and must never be revealed before others.

She pressed her pale lips together and struggled to lift Grandma back home for rest.

However, the savage tiger’s bite had torn open her arm, blood streaming with excruciating pain, while those two punches had seemingly depleted every ounce of her energy.

Still, she gritted her teeth through the agony, hauling Grandma into the humble hut and laying her carefully on the bed.

Little Que’er gasped for air, swept the sweat from her brow, paused to catch her breath, then fetched a rag to bind her wounded arm.

She had witnessed village elders depart this world before, but Grandma described it as endless sleep from which one never rouses.

Hoping desperately for Grandma to awaken, she called out repeatedly, yet with no reply, she fetched scraps of food to offer her.

When Grandma refused to swallow, she remembered their visit to the gravely ill Auntie Li, where Grandma recommended porridge for ailments.

So the child kindled flames to boil porridge.

Typically skilled at kitchen chores, her current panic made her rush; eager for the porridge to finish fast, she crouched by the stove, puffing furiously at the fire until her tiny face burned red and smeared with grime.

At last, judging the porridge ready after what felt like forever, her impatience led her to snatch the scorching clay pot barehanded, blistering her tender palms fiery red.

Fearing any spill, she bore the searing pain, easing the pot down safely, then with tear-filled eyes blew on her hands and tugged at her ears.

Moments later, she soaked a towel, gripped the pot with it, and bore it tenderly to the bedside, nudging Grandma while pleading in a quavering voice: "Grandma, drink the porridge..."

Yet despite every attempt to feed her, Grandma lay motionless, refusing all sustenance.

In that instant, overwhelming dread surged through her, leaving the child stunned and helpless.

"Little Que’er..."

Uncertain how long had passed, a faint aged voice suddenly echoed from beyond the door.

The girl jolted aware, rose swiftly, flung open the door, and stepped from the dilapidated wooden shack to behold an elderly man accompanied by a middle-aged woman.

"Grandpa Wang, Auntie Wang..."

Little Que’er dashed tears from her cheeks, her voice thick with sobs as she greeted them.

Though initially wary with fear, the heartbreaking sight of the girl stirred a whirlwind of tangled feelings within the pair.

"Auntie Wang... Grandma won’t wake up..."

The girl pressed on, words catching in her throat.

Sharing a meaningful look, they followed her inside the shack, eyed the lifeless Grandma Li upon the bed, and Auntie Wang murmured softly with a sigh: "Little Que’er, Grandma Li has already passed away..."

Indeed, they had suspected as much before arriving.

Given her frailty from age and the Demon Beast’s violent thrashing that bashed her skull, survival was impossible.

Reflecting on how Grandma Li’s kin fell to Demon Beasts long ago, and now her own end by the same fate, the duo sighed inwardly.

"Dead..."

The word struck the girl as both known yet strangely foreign; blankly she compressed her lips, eyes flushing crimson.

"Little Que’er, although you dealt with the Demon Beast, the village is grateful... but..."

Soon the elder explained their visit’s true intent.

Countless villagers had witnessed or heard of Little Que’er felling the Demon Beast, convinced she was a fiendish monster posing grave peril, demanding reports to officials and Immortal Masters.

While some deemed Little Que’er docile and wise, arguing her presence might shield the village.

Nevertheless, after heated village debates, they chose to drive Little Que’er out to spare the settlement calamity and woe.

"Leave the village..."

Grandma had mentioned the town before, but this expulsion news still dazed her.

Detecting the veiled compassion, sorrow, mingled with traces of dread and awe in Grandpa Wang and Auntie Wang’s gazes, Little Que’er nodded in a stupor.

I was originally an orphan; Grandma adopted and raised me, and the village was good to me too.

Now Brother is not here.

Grandma is also gone, and they don’t want me in the village.

Then... I’ll just leave.

Such silent musings made Little Que’er appear suddenly much more mature.

"Grandma Li has passed away, and the village will arrange for her burial..."

Auntie Wang went on, her tone laced with sorrow.

Grandma Li commanded great respect in the village; her departed spouse had been a renowned hunter, earning widespread favor.

The elder adopted child had caught an Immortal’s eye and been whisked away for Cultivation.

Lacking that, many villagers would have branded Little Que’er a monster and urged officials and Immortal Masters to seize her.

Only this brave pair risked coming to assess the girl and relay these tidings.

"Mm."

Little Que’er nodded dazedly, aware that eternal sleepers in the village received funerals.

She simply hadn’t foreseen Grandma’s rites arriving so abruptly.

"Little Que’er, there are some dry rations in here, you can keep them to eat on the way, and if you don’t know where to go, you can go to the town..."

Gazing at the lost and forlorn Little Que’er, Auntie Wang sighed once more, offering a packed bundle.

"Thank you, Auntie Wang..."

The girl accepted the plump parcel, raised her tiny face, and whispered softly: "I still want to watch Grandma’s funeral to the end."