Chapter 126: Chapter 126: Has Anyone Seen My Head?

He counted them and realized that, aside from Uncle Xia, every single one of them was the same.

Perfectly healthy people had become ghosts. Cheng Yang didn’t dare to make a sound about it.

But Uncle Xia’s weakness, combined with the recent appearance of so many strangers in the village, told Cheng Yang that their time was up.

’If it would allow all the villagers to pass on without hatred or resentment,’ Cheng Yang thought, ’then digging up my own grave for my possessions isn’t out of the question.’

"This dirt is really hard."

Even though he was a ghost, his body was still ordinary. Cheng Yang had barely dug a few times before his back started to ache.

Rubbing his sore back, Cheng Yang heard approaching footsteps.

He looked up and met a sea of astonished gazes.

In this strange place, both groups were engaged in equally strange activities. The scene fell silent.

THUMP!

While walking, Tian Tian accidentally kicked something and looked down.

Holy cow!

A tombstone carved from wood.

The Grave of Cheng Yang!

Even though she was prepared for it, Tian Tian still jumped in fright.

"Are you a man or a ghost?"

A customer voiced Tian Tian’s unspoken thought.

"Me? I should be a ghost. My body is lying in here."

Pointing to the half-dug grave, Cheng Yang’s smile didn’t waver.

A ghost digging up a grave—and his own grave, at that.

If this horror story got out, it would definitely grab people’s attention.

"You’ve come at a good time. Could you help me dig up my grave? In exchange, I’ll take you to Boss Lu afterward."

The illusion array in this graveyard didn’t work on people from Little Sea Village. He had only stumbled upon this place by accident.

"Last time we got lost here, he was the one who led us to Boss Lu."

This was their second time dealing with him. Mumu felt that Cheng Yang was quite trustworthy.

And as two of the veteran customers at Boss Lu’s stall, many people recognized Mumu and Tian Tian.

"Digging a grave, right? I’ll help you."

Zeng Si stepped out from the crowd, took the hoe, and started swinging his arms.

The burly Zeng Si had plenty of strength.

With someone taking the lead, the others hesitated for a moment before joining in, pulling tools from their Storage Spaces and getting to work with grunts and groans.

As for why they didn’t use Spells...

The atmosphere was just right; using hoes felt more appropriate for the occasion.

Many hands make light work.

The raised grave mound was quickly excavated. Inside, there wasn’t the corpse Cheng Yang expected, but rather a wooden box about the width of a forearm.

Some of the customers fell silent.

Cheng Yang also froze for a moment, then knelt on the ground and opened the somewhat rotted wooden box.

A wave of musty air rushed out.

Inside was a set of clothes that Cheng Yang remembered wearing.

"So it was a cenotaph."

"My body must have been eaten by all the fish and shrimp."

The moon had not yet set, the night was still hazy, and a breeze rustled through the swaying weeds.

When Cheng Yang uttered these chilling words in such a deadpan tone, the customers rubbed their arms, trying to get rid of their goosebumps.

’This ghost... is seriously creepy.’

Cheng Yang rummaged through the box again, found a small pouch, opened it, and poured out a Mid-grade Spirit Stone.

He remembered this was one he had saved up for a long time.

"Why didn’t Uncle Xia pocket the Spirit Stone?"

Uncle Xia would have been dismayed: ’Is that really the impression you have of me?’

"It’s not enough."

There were more than twenty villagers in front of the stall, and there were still some elderly, women, and children back in the village.

Even digging up his grave wasn’t enough to feed them all.

’Maybe... I should dig up a few more?’

Cheng Yang’s gaze shifted toward the other graves.

’It’s for everyone’s sake,’ he thought. ’They won’t mind, will they?’

He remembered that Uncle Hua’s family used to be quite wealthy. Maybe his grave had a lot of burial goods.

Decisive as ever, Cheng Yang grabbed the hoe and led the group toward Hua Li’s grave.

A tombstone stood tall. Cheng Yang couldn’t help but chuckle when he remembered how Uncle Hua had always insisted on proving he was the most well-off person in the village all these years.

’We’re all ghosts now, and he still has to compete.’

"This one... dig it up too."

Cheng Yang seemed to be joking, but if you listened closely, you could hear a slight tremor in his voice.

Standing to the side, Cheng Yang clenched his fists.

Cultivators are worldly and knowledgeable. Many of them had guessed some of the details, but they didn’t pry, simply following his instructions.

Just as Cheng Yang had expected, Uncle Hua’s grave was quite wealthy in burial goods.

Cheng Yang counted out what he needed, took enough Spirit Stones, and then buried the rest again.

"Follow me."

Clutching the Spirit Stones in his pocket, Cheng Yang led the way.

Time seemed to pass both very slowly and very quickly.

By the time they saw the food stall, the sky was breaking with dawn, painted with magnificent morning light.

"It’s a beautiful day today."

Cheng Yang sighed with emotion, walked to the side of the stall, and placed the Spirit Stones down.

Dahuang counted them, then barked at Lu Wu.

"The amount is correct. You can eat."

Lu Wu pointed at the ready-made savory pancakes on the stall.

’These people really have their principles. They wouldn’t eat without paying, yet they all placed orders, so I had no choice but to make them.’

’At least they didn’t dine and dash.’

But looking at the fresh dirt on the Spirit Stones, Lu Wu was a little puzzled.

’Did they dig these out of some cave?’

"Kid, where did you get these Spirit Stones?"

Uncle Hua looked at the Spirit Stones, frowned, and pulled Cheng Yang aside to ask.

"Don’t you go around blindly agreeing to these outsiders’ demands."

"People from the outside are all black-hearted."

Uncle Hua said with conviction.

The "black-hearted" Lu Wu really wanted to remind him that if you’re going to whisper, you should probably do it a bit more discreetly. She could hear everything.

"Ahem, Uncle Hua, you eat first."

Cheng Yang used a pancake to shut Hua Li up.

He hadn’t even started eating it properly, but a bit of sauce seeped from the pancake and was caught by the tip of Uncle Hua’s tongue.

The rich, savory aroma made Uncle Hua’s eyes light up.

"Hua, no more robbing?"

A wise guy came over to ask, earning a look from Uncle Hua as if he were looking at an idiot.

"Go eat your own."

’Didn’t you see their backup has arrived?’

’With so many people protecting Boss Lu, how am I supposed to rob her? With my head?’

Head...

That’s right, where did his head go?

In that instant, a flood of chaotic memories washed over him, overwhelming the taste of the pancake.

He stood frozen on the spot, his eyes filled with utter confusion.

Memories flashed through his mind.

He remembered the tidal wave that submerged everything. He remembered drowning in the seawater, his body tossed about uncontrollably by the currents, until he finally collided with a knife stuck in a wall.

His last memory as a human was of that knife glinting eerily in the water.

A chill on his neck made Uncle Hua subconsciously touch it.

As his memories returned, Uncle Hua felt the shock and regret of his death, but no anger.

The warmth from the pancake in his stomach spread through his body, leaving him with no desire to hold any grudges.

’Ah, so I’m dead.’

’Decapitated.’

Hua Li sniffled. A grown man in his forties, he began to bawl his eyes out.

How could he be dead?

The commotion startled all the surrounding customers.

Even more bizarrely, the other villagers who had eaten the pancakes looked hesitant, then shocked...

And finally, they all covered their faces and wept.

"..."

Lu Wu watched this scene, her spatula frozen in her hand.

’Seriously? The drama isn’t over yet.’

’I’m too busy. I don’t have time to play along.’

"You punk, fess up! Where did you get those Spirit Stones?"

Uncle Hua hooked an arm around Cheng Yang’s neck and questioned him fiercely.

Little Sea Village was just an ordinary mortal village. They had seen things like Spirit Stones, but rarely possessed them.

Uncle Hua absolutely refused to believe that this kid could be so generous after becoming a ghost.

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