You, a living person, are telling me I've served in the underworld for ten years?

Chapter 32 Ghost Stories from the Grave
Chen Yang had considered the possibility of failure before even casting the spell.

After all, the old man has been gone for seven years.

What if, by some coincidence, the soul of the deceased passes through that "sealing" and goes to the underworld?

even……

It's possible for a soul to meet with misfortune and disappear, but unexpectedly, the outcome was quite different!
Inside the funeral parlor, the eerie wind gradually subsided!
The yellow paper that had been fluttering on the shelves fell back down, the candlelight on the ground stopped flickering, and the bones stopped trembling.

Everything returned to normal, and it was no longer as eerie and terrifying as when Chen Yang had "cast his spell."

But the temperature inside the shop was dropping rapidly. Gu Jinghui's teeth chattered from the cold. He said, "Suppress...suppress? Could there be a mistake? Old Chen, why don't you try casting another spell?"

Chen Yang shook his head.

He also hoped that he had made a mistake.

but……

The connection between the Yin and Yang realms during the previous spellcasting was absolutely accurate!

Seeing his good friend looking dejected, Gu Jinghui comforted him, "Old Chen, think about it from another angle... this is actually a good thing. Being suppressed is at least better than being struck by lightning or devoured by a vengeful ghost, right?"

He sniffled and cursed, "Damn...why is it suddenly so cold!"

"Right."

Seeing that his good brother's face was blue from the cold, Chen Yang quickly suppressed his breathing and said, "As long as he's still here, that's good."

Even so, a burning anger was burning within me that I could hardly contain!

There are only two possibilities for the suppression of the dead.

First……

He might have been captured by someone to practice evil magic!

If that's the case, it's unlikely that the old man's spirit has lasted this long.

The most likely remaining possibility is that the old man has an enemy!

What kind of deep hatred could there be that even after the old man died, they would not let him go and would want to capture his spirit to suppress and torture him?

Chen Yang silently gathered up the bones on the ground, put them back in the coffin, and said, "Old Gu... come with me to the cemetery?"

Gu Jinghui calmed down a bit and asked, "What?"

"Bury him."

Chen Yang said, "We couldn't bring the old man back. We can't just leave his coffin and remains in the shop forever, can we? What if someone steals them?"

He had memorized the old man's soul essence, so he wouldn't need the remains for the subsequent soul-summoning.

"........."

Hey!
Who the hell has the nerve to come to a funeral home and steal human remains?
Gu Jinghui said, "Wait... I'll borrow a car. You can't possibly carry such a big coffin there, can you?"

I made a phone call to him and found a big pickup truck.

A car was brought to them shortly afterward.

Chen Yang then ran to the hardware store next door, knocked on the door, bought two shovels, and put them in the car along with the coffin, heading straight to Niushoushan Cemetery.

The grave has been filled in.

The two had no choice but to start digging again.

As Gu Jinghui was digging, he suddenly said, "Old Chen, I feel a chill down my spine, like there's a pair of eyes watching us!"

Chen Yang looked around and saw that the cemetery was filled with eerie energy.

Some of the dead are floating in front of their graves, looking this way.

These spirits have very weak yin energy, and most of them "live" in their own graves. They cannot be seen during the day and can only come out at night to get some fresh air, let alone leave the cemetery to harm people.

"What are you looking at?"

Gu Jinghui asked curiously.

Chen Yang: "It's nothing... Okay, stop thinking nonsense, let's dig."

The soil was backfilled in the afternoon, so it wasn't difficult to dig.

The two of them quickly dug down.

Chen Yang lifted the coffin with one hand, jumped into the grave, buried the coffin properly, and then jumped back up to fill the grave with soil again.

By the time I finished everything, it was already 12:30 a.m.

He took out three cigarettes, lit them, and placed them in front of the grave. Chen Yang said earnestly, "Dad, don't worry... I will avenge you. I will bring you back as soon as possible!" "Old Chen, stop talking!"

Gu Jinghui was about to cry.

He felt as if countless eyes were staring at him, which gave him the creeps and raised goosebumps all over his body: "Let's go, let's hurry back, I have to go to work tomorrow!"

"Let's not bump into anything unclean again..."

"As long as I'm here, what are you afraid of?"

Chen Yang was not in a hurry. He looked at the grave next to his father and saw that the tombstone read "Tomb of my late father, Niu Jianguo" and in the middle it also read his birth date and death date as the 23rd day of the second lunar month in the year of Wuxu, 2018.

Turning his gaze to the grave, Chen Yang said, "Uncle Niu, taking a stroll?"

Hey!
Gu Jinghui was dumbfounded: "Old Chen, who are you talking to?"

The spirit on the grave was an old man, who looked to be about seventy years old. He was dressed in a black burial shroud. He looked surprised, first glancing around, then at Chen Yang. He pointed to himself and asked in astonishment, "Young man, are you talking to me?"

Chen Yang nodded.

The old man was even more astonished: "Young man, can you see me? Can you hear me?"

"Yes, sir."

Chen Yang, ever the friendly type, plopped down on the old man's grave and chuckled, "Grandpa, you died pretty young..."

The old man hadn't spoken to a living person for several years, and he was very excited, saying, "Yes... I've been dead for seven or eight years."

The old man's spirit was very weak, only at the level of a "little ghost," and could not take form at all, so no one could see him.

When he spoke, it wasn't actually a real speech, but rather a fluctuation of his spirit, a transmission of thoughts in his mind. At this moment, even if Gu Jinghui was standing next to Chen Yang, he couldn't see or hear the old man speaking.

He saw Chen Yang plop down on the grave mound, chatting and laughing with the air beside him. He felt a chill run down his spine, and his hair stood on end.

He grabbed Chen Yang's arm and said in a tearful voice, "Damn it... Old Chen, let's go back, please, I'm scared!"

"What are you afraid of?"

Chen Yang turned to look at Gu Jinghui and asked, "What kind of cigarettes do you smoke?"

"White sand for 14 yuan."

Chen Yang exclaimed happily, "It's exactly the flavor the old man likes... Hurry up and bring it out!"

Gu Jinghui glanced at the air next to Chen Yang, put one arm around Chen Yang's arm, and took out a cigarette with the other.

Chen Yang snatched it, opened the cigarette pack, lit one, and then stuck it upside down on the grave.

Suddenly, the flame on the cigarette became extremely bright, and then burned downwards at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the next moment, Grandpa Niu had a cigarette in his hand. He excitedly put it in his mouth, took a deep drag, and exhaled a series of smoke rings, saying with satisfaction, "Ah... I've been waiting for this for seven or eight years, and I can finally have a smoke!"

Chen Yang asked in surprise, "Don't your children burn it for you?"

The old man was furious when the topic came up, cursing, "Bullshit! Those bastards forced me to quit smoking when I was alive. I pretended to quit, but I would secretly smoke a few every time I went out..."

"By the way, are you Old Chen's son next door?"

Chen Yang said, "Yes, sir... sir, you died before my father. Have you ever seen him?"

Old Man Niu puffed out a cloud of smoke and said, "I've met you before..."

“Your dad is more amazing than us. His soul could still roam around even after the seventh day after his death... One night he went out and came back in no time.”

"I was basking in the moonlight at the time."

“Your dad was very panicked at the time. He said his enemies had come looking for him and told me to hide in the grave and not to go out.”

"A little while later, I heard footsteps. Someone stood at your father's grave for a while, saying something like, 'Chen Huaiyi, Chen Huaiyi, you never thought you'd end up like this!'"

Grandpa Niu said, "I haven't seen your father since then."

Chen Yang pressed on, "Grandpa, did you get a good look at what that person looked like?"

“I was hiding in the grave and didn’t see anyone.”

Grandpa Niu thought for a moment and said, "But that person has a very strong accent, so he must be from the Xihai Gu area!"

Xixia Prefecture is very small, with only 21 cities and counties (districts), but it has several dialects, especially the dialect in Xihai Gu, which is completely different from that in Wucheng.

Xihai Gu...

Chen Yang recalled the location he had sensed earlier...

South of Wucheng.

It's very far away...

It seems like we're on the right track!
He Wanzhong also said that the last time the old man went out to work was in Gucheng!
(End of this chapter)