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Chapter 138 The Land of Abundance
A courtyard with four sides.

Every now and then, the sound of summer frogs could be heard.

Three blunt-bladed swords were stuck diagonally in the ground, their rusty, bloody scent blending into the even stronger atmosphere of the courtyard.

wind,
He blew on the torches on the wall.

Amidst the flickering flames, scattered limbs and broken pieces appeared and disappeared throughout the courtyard.

Fifty-six corpses.

The courtyard was like a living hell.

In the center of hell, Meng Bai sat in a chair, holding a gourd and drinking wine sip by sip.

The alcohol in his dream state could not intoxicate his soul, a soul that still carries the incense offerings.

The complex taste, however, can calm his surging adrenaline.

Killing like crazy.

The fighting lasted from dusk until nightfall.

He dispatched fifty-six protectors from the Lu family, the Zhang family, and other families in batches, taking them down with a few sword strikes as easily as mowing grass. The soil in the courtyard was covered with sticky blood.

Fake?
But when they actually fought, it looked incredibly real.

This is a hundred times more disturbing than watching those gory scenes in movies.

Meng Bai could feel the lives of living people gradually disappearing before his eyes, especially those who were not killed in one move.

Sitting in the courtyard.

He looked around at the fifty-six corpses, some of which had two-thirds of their necks severed by a sword, leaving their heads and bodies connected at an extremely bizarre angle.

Some were cut in half at the waist, their internal organs spilling out onto the ground, colorful and emitting a foul stench.

Things have progressed to this point, and no one is coming anymore.

After all, nobody wants to be slaughtered like a butcher in the last few days.

However, Meng Bai has no intention of leaving.

He wanted to stay here; he hoped he could get used to being with corpses.

After all, it's unrealistic to not fight or kill enemies on the path of cultivation.

He had to ensure that he could unleash his full strength in future battles and not panic because of the bloodshed.

I will never have a better opportunity to become familiar with the smell of corpses again. The dead people I encounter in the future will probably be those whose souls have truly returned to heaven.

Therefore, he cannot leave easily.

With this in mind, he even found paper and pen in the room and squatted down next to each corpse to record the manner of death.

His earnest expression made the officials who were secretly watching him outside the courtyard wall feel uneasy.

I'm not afraid of ruthless methods or high martial arts skills; I'm afraid of people who are not like normal people.

slipped.

They all ran away.

If the officer continued watching, he feared he would have nightmares.

And so, it was almost midnight before Meng Bai finally finished recording.

After finishing writing, he piled the body in the center of the yard, poured in the kerosene he had prepared beforehand, surrounded it with firewood, and lit it on fire.

The aroma of meat, accompanied by the sizzling sound of dripping oil, constantly assaulted his senses.

"Ugh~~~" Meng Bai finally vomited.

"Special code!"

He felt he was going to have nightmares too.

The good news is that he will most likely not need to sleep in the future, and without sleep, he will have no opportunity to dream.

After burning for about fifteen minutes, the fire gradually subsided.

There wasn't enough firewood; the fifty-six corpses couldn't be fully burned, only charred black.

Meng Bai was too lazy to care anymore; anyway, this place would be completely wiped out in two days.

He took off all his clothes and threw them into the fire, standing there naked for the last minute.

Then, she cast a purification spell, went to her room to change into new clothes and shoes, and floated away from the courtyard.

Step by step.

Meng Bai forced himself to walk slowly, steadily, and calmly.

But when he reached the backyard of the Meng family, he was still startled.

But then they saw a thin, frail figure sitting on the edge of the field, looking nothing like a human in the middle of the night.

"Why aren't you sleeping? What are you doing sitting here all alone in the middle of the night?" Meng Bai peeked out and recognized Ali.

"Oh, I can't sleep if I get up to pee." Ali quickly got up and patted the dust off her bottom.

"Go to sleep. Look how thin you are. You need to get enough sleep to grow taller." Meng Bai patted her head.

But after he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong.

Ali lowered her eyes, wanting to say something, but then held back and smiled at Meng Bai, saying, "I'll go back now."

The night was deep.

Meng Bai couldn't see her micro-expressions either, but he led her to push open the backyard gate and took her to her room.

Ah Li touched the door, just about to go inside, but couldn't help turning back to look at Meng Bai's back, softly calling out, "Brother Meng..."

"What?" Meng Bai turned around.

"I'm so happy to be taken in by you."

Meng Bai was taken aback, then smiled and said, "It's fate that we met. It'll be very lively outside tomorrow. They're holding a martial arts tournament. Shall I take you for a look?"

"No need, I still need to pull weeds. The weeds will compete with the seedlings for nutrients."

In years without pesticides, grass grew faster than rice.

"It's okay if you don't remove it for a day or two."

“It’s related. Didn’t you say that the rice varieties are different? I only planted one acre of land, so I have to take better care of it.”

"Alright." Meng Bai didn't say anything more, nodded in acknowledgment, and turned to leave.

Watching Meng Bai's figure gradually disappear into the night, Ali took a deep breath and pushed open the door to go inside.

She hasn't eaten all day.

But she wasn't hungry at all, because she realized that she didn't need to eat or sleep.

So, she wasn't sleepy.

dead……

Why am I sleepy?
Sitting on the bed, she couldn't help but shrink back, further and further back, until she was in the corner of the bed. Then, she hugged her legs and buried her head in her knees.

The dim, flickering candlelight cast her shadow on the wall, sometimes small, sometimes large.

"Mother~"

"mother……"

Her voice was barely audible, as if she dared not disturb this austere world with her humble self.

The priest in the temple said that he was born a slave and that his suffering was to pay off the bad karma from his previous life, and that he had no right to cry out.

Meanwhile, Meng Bai returned to his bedroom.

Yu Xuanchen was already asleep.

Su Xintang, dressed in a green dress, stood by the desk, slightly bending over as she wrote her "true scriptures" with a pen. This time, she wrote them purely on her own initiative, not as a copy.

Meng Bai stepped forward, put his arm around her slender waist, and rested his head on her shoulder.

"So long?" Su Xintang didn't stop writing and continued writing.

"Hmm~"

"Are you in a bad mood?" Su Xintang noticed his unusual mood and gently comforted him, "Is this how it is the first time you kill someone? How many did you kill?"

Fifty-six.

Upon hearing this, Su Xintang paused, and a drop of ink fell onto the paper.

Good heavens, Meng Bai killed more people in one night than I have in all these years combined.

“Actually, killing those people is fine, I know they aren’t really dead.” Meng Baitou continued to rest his head on Su Xintang’s shoulder.

"Then what are you doing?"

“They didn’t die, but apart from the three of us, everyone in this house was really dead. Two days later, we never saw them again.”

"You developed feelings for each other?"

"No, I tried to avoid contact with the Meng family afterward. But there was one person, Ah Chen was with her every day, and I would spend some time with her every day as well."

As Meng Bai spoke, he glanced at Yu Xuanchen on the bed.

"You mean Ali?"

"Hmm." Meng Bai nodded. "She... seems a little strange."

"strange?"

“Just now, a person was sitting by the field, and she was very happy to tell me that she was happy to be taken in by me.” Meng Bai paused, then added, “Does she realize that she is already dead?”

“How could that be? The Dream Realm is cursed; the souls of the dead cannot possibly realize they are already dead.” Su Xintang shook her head.

“But I have the ability to escape mysteries and solve problems. Xuan Chen and I are also dead souls. We are bugs in the Dream Realm. Bugs will bring out new bugs.”

Upon hearing this, Su Xintang fell silent.

Ali was taken in by Meng Bai on the first day, and has been staying there for almost a month now.

After a moment of silence, Su Xintang said, "How about... we go ask them?"

"No, it's a bit cruel to ask such a question." Meng Bai shook his head.

"She should be reincarnated. If she misses this chance, it will be difficult to send her to the underworld again. Reincarnation and starting a new life is a good thing."

It's better than staying in the Heavenly Realm as a wandering soul like Liu Yuanqing. Liu Yuanqing was lucky with his fortune telling; Lu Yunluo was even willing to nourish him with her Yin Spirit Soul, and most wandering souls dissipated.

"I know." Meng Bai understood this. "Let's not talk anymore. I just want to hold you quietly for a while."

Upon hearing this, Su Xintang turned around and embraced Meng Bai.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Meng Bai, Su Xintang, and Yu Xuanchen tidied themselves up and went to A Li's door to knock.

As it turned out, the person wasn't inside.

The three of them went to the back and sure enough, they saw Ali pulling weeds in the field.

Yu Xuanchen hurriedly called out, "Ali, stop pulling! Today is the martial arts tournament, the round of 16 to 4. It's very lively around here, with lots of food and fun things to do. Let's go for a stroll."

“I’m not going.” Ali stood by the field and shook her head.

"Don't worry about the money." Yu Xuanchen thought she was worried about repaying the money.

"You guys go ahead, I'm not going," Ali waved her hand.

Seeing this, Meng Bai took off his shoes and said to Yu Xuanchen and Su Xintang, "I don't think she's interested in playing, let's help her pull weeds."

"Alright then," Su Xintang said, taking off her shoes as well.

The three of them went down to the field. When Ali saw this, she quickly tried to stop them, but Meng Bai stopped her.

And so, the three of them pulled up one tree after another, from the fields and the ridges, pulling up everything they could see.

I pulled it out from morning until afternoon.

As the sun sets in the west, four people covered in mud sit on the edge of a field.

The rice seedlings are already knee-high, and when the wind blows, they sway gracefully, creating a beautiful scene.

As she looked at the rice, Ali suddenly asked, "Brother Meng, can these hybrid rice really produce more than a thousand catties per mu?"

"If you plant it this way, 1200 to 1300 jin won't be a problem."

“That’s great. My parents farm for the master’s family. One mu of land can only yield three or four hundred jin of rice. Every year, we have to farm ten mu of land for the master’s family first.”

That way, he would rent the land to us so we could farm it ourselves. He would take 60% of the rent from what we farmed, and we could only keep a little over 100 jin of rice per mu (unit of land area), which was never enough to feed us.

As Ali spoke, it seemed she was recalling the days of hunger and thirst.

Upon hearing this, Meng Bai once again realized the difference between serfs and tenants; serfs were subject to unpaid corvée labor by their masters.

"Ah Li, do you remember where your home is?" Su Xintang couldn't help but ask.

"In Fengguo."

"A land of abundant harvests?"

"It seems like there is such a saying." Ali hadn't been to school and didn't understand these things.

"Are there many serfs like you where you live?"

"In Feng Kingdom, apart from the priests and lords, most people are serfs."

"Heh~" Meng Bai, Su Xintang, and even Yu Xuanchen all laughed. This place is called Feng Kingdom?
Ali seemed unwilling to continue this painful topic.

Looking at the rice seedlings in front of her, she asked expectantly, "Brother Meng, in another two or three months, these rice seedlings should be ready for harvest, right?"

"almost."

"Great, another two or three months will be enough." Ali laughed.

She knew she was dead, but she didn't know where she was or how long she could stay.

(End of this chapter)