Xiuxian Food Stall, a Hot Spot as Soon as It Opens

Chapter 126 Who has seen my head?
After counting, I found that except Uncle Xia, the rest were no exception.

A good person turned into a ghost, but Cheng Yang didn't dare to say anything.

But Uncle Xia's frail health and the recent appearance of so many strangers in the village were telling Cheng Yang that their time was up.

If he could make all the villagers leave without hatred or resentment, Cheng Yang felt that it was not impossible to dig up his own graves and possessions.

"This soil is really hard."

Although he was a ghost, Cheng Yang still had an ordinary body. He felt a pain in his back after just a few diggings.

Cheng Yang, who was rubbing his old waist, heard footsteps approaching.

When I looked up, I was met with a bunch of surprised gazes.

Both sides were doing strange things in this strange place, and the scene was quiet.

Bang!
Tiantian accidentally kicked something while walking and looked down.

Good guy!
A tombstone carved from wood.

Tomb of Cheng Yang!

Even though she was prepared, Tiantian was still frightened.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

A diner asked a sweet question from his heart.

"I, must be a ghost. My body is lying here."

Pointing at the dug grave, Cheng Yang kept smiling.

When a ghost digs a grave, it is still its own grave.

This horror story will definitely attract attention if it gets out.

"You're here just in time. Can you help me dig up my grave? In exchange, I'll take you to see Boss Lu later."

The maze of this cemetery is useless to the people of Xiaohai Village. He discovered this place by accident.

"The last time we got lost here, he led us to find Boss Lu."

This was the second time they dealt with each other, and Mumu felt that Cheng Yang was quite trustworthy.

As two elderly diners among Boss Lu’s diners, many people know Mumu and Tiantian.

"Digging graves, right? Let me help you."

Zeng Si walked out of the crowd, took the hoe and started swinging his arms.

Zeng Si is a big and strong man with a lot of strength.

After someone took the lead, the others hesitated and came to help, taking out the tools from the storage space and working hard.

As for why not use magic.

The atmosphere is right, and using a hoe is more appropriate.

It’s easy to work when there are many people.

The bulging grave was soon dug up, and there was no body inside as Cheng Yang thought, but only a wooden box as wide as his forearm.

Some diners fell silent.

Cheng Yang was also stunned for a moment, then he knelt on the ground and opened the wooden box that looked a little rotten.

A smell of decay came out.

There was a set of clothes inside, which Cheng Yang remembered he had worn before.

“So it’s a cenotaph.”

"My body must have been eaten by those fish and shrimps."

The moon had not yet set, the night was hazy, and the wind blew, stirring the wild grass and making a rustling sound.

When Cheng Yang said these horrifying words in a serious tone, the diners rubbed their arms to get rid of the goose bumps.

This ghost... is so creepy.

Cheng Yang rummaged through the box again, found a small bag, opened it, and poured out a medium-grade spirit stone.

He remembered that this was money he had saved for a long time.

"Why didn't Uncle Xia keep the spirit stones?"

Uncle Xia: Is this the image of me in your mind?
"Not enough."

There were more than twenty villagers in front of the stall, including some elderly people, women and children in the village.

Even if he dug up graves, it wouldn't be enough for them to eat.

Or... dig a few more?
Cheng Yang's gaze shifted towards the direction of the remaining graves.

It's all for everyone, they won't mind.

He remembered that Uncle Hua's family used to be quite wealthy, so there might be a lot of people buried in his grave.

Cheng Yang, who acted promptly, took a hoe and led everyone to Hua Li's grave.

A tombstone stood tall, and Cheng Yang couldn't help laughing when he thought about how Uncle Hua had been trying to prove over the years that he was the richest family in the village.

They are all ghosts, yet they still have to compare with each other.

"Let's dig here too."

Cheng Yang seemed to be having fun, but if you listened carefully, you could hear a slight tremor hidden in the lingering sound.

Cheng Yang, who was standing by, clenched his fists.

The monks were knowledgeable and experienced, and many of them guessed some clues, but they did not say much and just followed the instructions.

As Cheng Yang expected, Uncle Hua's tomb contained a lot of money. Cheng Yang counted the money, took out enough spirit stones, and buried the rest.

"follow me."

With the spirit stone in his pocket, Cheng Yang led the way.

Time goes slowly, yet seems to go quickly.

When they saw the snack stand, the sky was dawning and the sky was bright with rosy clouds.

"It's a nice day today."

Cheng Yang sighed and walked to the side of the stall to put down the spirit stone.

Da Huang counted and called out to Lu Wu.

"The quantity is right, you can eat it now."

Lu Wu pointed to the ready-made pancakes on the stall.

These people have a bottom line. They won't eat unless they are paid. But since they place orders one by one, she has no choice but to cook.

Fortunately, no one ran away from the bill.

Looking at the fresh dust on the spirit stone, Lu Wu was a little confused.

Which cave was this dug out from?

"Where did you get these spirit stones?"

Uncle Hua looked at the spirit stones, frowned, and pulled Cheng Yang aside to ask.

"Don't blindly agree to any requests from outsiders."

"The hearts of people outside are all evil."

Uncle Hua argued confidently.

The black-hearted Lu Wu really wanted to remind him that he could whisper things behind other people’s backs, because she heard everything.

"Ahem, Uncle Hua, you eat first."

Cheng Yang blocked Hua Li's mouth with a pancake.

Before he could even enjoy it, a little bit of sauce seeped out of the pancake and was caught by Uncle Hua's tongue.

The strong aroma of the sauce made Uncle Hua's eyes light up.

"Brother Hua, you're not going to rob anymore?"

A smart guy came over and asked, but Uncle Hua looked at him like a fool.

"Eat yours."

Didn’t you see that support has arrived?

So many people protected Boss Lu, and he went to rob with his head.

head……

Yeah, where did his head go?

At this moment, the chaotic memories that emerged in my mind overshadowed the taste of the pancakes.

He stood there, with a look of complete confusion in his eyes.

Memories flashed back.

He remembered the wave that drowned everything. He remembered himself drowning in the sea, being hit by the waves, his body unable to control itself, and finally hitting a knife stuck in the wall.

My last memory as a human being is the knife glowing faintly in the water.

The chill on his neck made Uncle Hua touch it.

When his memory was restored, Uncle Hua felt the shock and regret of death, but no anger.

The warmth brought by the pancakes in his stomach spread throughout his body, making him not want to complain about anything.

Ah, so he is dead.

The bodies were separated.

Hua Li, a man in his forties, sniffed and burst into tears.

How come he died?

The noise startled the diners around.

What's even more bizarre is that the other villagers who ate the pancakes were either hesitant or shocked...

In the end, everyone covered their faces and cried.

"..."

Lu Wu looked at this scene and couldn't swing the shovel in his hand anymore.

No, the show isn't over yet.

She is too busy and has no time to cooperate.

"Tell me the truth, kid. Where did those spirit stones come from?"

Uncle Hua grabbed Cheng Yang's neck and questioned him fiercely.

Xiaohai Village is just a mortal village. They have seen things like spirit stones, but they are rare.

Uncle Hua simply cannot believe that this kid is so generous after becoming a ghost.

(End of this chapter)