Oh no! I've been reincarnated as a corpse!

The man grabbed a machete, opened the door, and rushed out, his footsteps fast and heavy, making a thud on the ground.

Dazhu and the woman hurriedly followed.

Dazhu didn't react much; his face still bore the tear stains from the beating, but his eyes held more curiosity. The woman, on the other hand, looked worried.

The family didn't have much surplus food to begin with, and they lived a very frugal life.

Losing even one piece of clothing is already a significant loss.

If the weather gets cold and you don't have enough clothes, you could freeze to death.

In this world, it's not uncommon for poor people to freeze to death in winter.

The man circled around the clothes rack, then looked up towards the direction of the farmland.

The fields were pitch black under the cover of night, with only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the crops.

I neither saw my clothes nor the shadow of the thief.

His face was frighteningly dark.

The deep-seated fear I felt when I heard there were people outside has vanished, replaced by pure anger, like a wild dog whose food has been stolen.

He turned to look at Dazhu and asked in a deep voice, "Was the person you just saw a man or a woman? What did they look like?"

Dazhu tilted his head and thought for a moment, then scratched his head and said, "It was a man. He was... very tall, a head taller than you, Dad. He was very handsome."

The man and woman were both taken aback for a moment.

It looks great?

This adjective left them looking at each other in bewilderment.

Everyone in the village knows each other inside and out; they grew up together as children, and everyone knows exactly how many pockmarks someone has on their face.

What's so good-looking about them?

"What do you mean by 'very beautiful'? It's not from our village?" the man asked, still somewhat unwilling to give up.

Dazhu nodded: "She's not from our village. She's very beautiful... um, anyway, she's very beautiful."

Dazhu tried hard to describe it, but his limited vocabulary simply couldn't explain what a good idea it was.

He racked his brains for a long time, but couldn't come up with a suitable word.

Anyway, the first thought that popped into his head when he saw that person was: This person is really good-looking.

Just like when he first saw candied hawthorns in town, the first thought that popped into his mind was "I want to eat them".

The man let out a deep sigh of frustration and asked again, "Besides being good-looking, what else is there?"

Da Zhu thought for a moment, then suddenly clapped his hands, as if he had remembered a crucial clue: "That person's skin is very fair!"

"Very fair-skinned?"

Both men and women were even more frustrated.

Who in the village has fair skin?

We are all farmers who toil in the fields, exposed to the wind and sun every day, facing the yellow earth with our backs to the sky.

Even if a child is born fair and tender, they will be tanned to a dark brown color within two years.

The woman hesitated for a moment before asking, "Could it be a young master from town?"

Aside from those gentlemen who don't need to do hard labor and stay indoors all day, women really can't think of any other men with fair skin.

The man had the same thought, but he was even more puzzled: "Why would those young masters steal the clothes of a peasant like me?"

It's no wonder the man thought that way; he had been to towns and seen the world, though only from afar.

The clothes worn by those young masters were made of fine, smooth fabric, and were brightly colored so that they reflected light even in the sun.

It was infinitely better than the tattered hempen clothes he was wearing, which had seven or eight patches on them.

His tattered clothes rubbed against his skin, making them as rough as sandpaper.

Those young masters and noblemen are so precious, their skin is as tender as tofu, how could they possibly wear his clothes?

Seeing his parents' puzzled expressions, Dazhu scratched his head as well, pretending to be deep in thought.

Of course, he was thinking about the man from earlier.

He muttered to himself, "That guy is really good-looking... but he's a little scary."

The man and woman were both stunned when they heard Dazhu's mutterings.

The man looked at Dazhu with some confusion: "Why is it scary?"

Dazhu blinked, thinking for a long time, trying to find a suitable word to describe that feeling.

Then his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "It doesn't feel like a living person. It looks like a dead person!"

When the man and woman heard this, their minds went blank.

A chill rose from the soles of their feet, running up their spines to the tops of their heads.

Every hair on my body stood on end, and goosebumps spread from my arms all the way down to the back of my neck.

The woman shuddered violently, her voice trembling as she murmured, "Dazhu's father... his skin is so white, could it be... the white of a dead person?"

The man's lips twitched, and he reflexively glanced around.

Under the moonlight, everything was quiet, with only the intermittent chirping of insects in the distance.

He lowered his voice and said, "Don't scare yourself! What does a kid know? Maybe it's just the lighting at night. Everything looks white under the moonlight."

Although he said that, he was actually a little uneasy inside.

My spine felt cold, as if something was blowing on it from behind.

The woman thought about it and realized it made sense, so she quickly nodded.

If they were truly zombies, then the family of three wouldn't be standing here chatting and laughing right now.

The zombies are cannibals.

And it's the kind where you don't spit out the bones!

We'll even chew up the bone fragments and swallow them!

Just then, the man's gaze suddenly froze.

He saw something on the muddy ground under the clothes rack, gleaming softly in the moonlight.

It was a small piece of silver.

The silver lay quietly on the dark brown mud, reflecting the moonlight, like a star that had fallen from the sky and landed in the wrong place.

The man's eyes widened instantly, and his breathing became rapid.

He quickly squatted down, picked up the piece of silver, and examined it in his hand, turning it over and over, his fingers trembling slightly.

"silver???"

The man's voice trembled, filled with disbelief, "This...this piece is so big?"

When the woman saw the silver in the man's hand, she immediately covered her mouth, her eyes widening as if they were about to pop out.

The man reacted immediately, stuffing the silver into his pocket as quickly as if he were hiding stolen goods.

He quickly looked around, his gaze sweeping over every shadow and corner like a searchlight.

After confirming that no one was around, he grabbed the woman and Dazhu and dragged them into the small house.

After closing the doors and windows and bolting them tightly, the man took the silver out of his pocket and examined it carefully under the oil lamp.

The dim light shone on the silver, reflecting a warm luster.

The silver coins weren't large, but they were of high quality and felt quite heavy.

Because Dazhu was still young, he didn't have much of a concept of money. He reacted almost the same way when he saw a piece of silver and a stone.

Both men and women were breathing rapidly, their chests heaving violently.

They exchanged a glance, both seeing undisguised shock in each other's eyes.

The woman's whole body was trembling, like a leaf turning in the wind.

She tried to control her voice, lowering it as she asked, "Master, how much is such a large piece of silver worth?"

The man glanced at the woman, his eyes filled with warning, and lowered his voice, saying, "Don't even think about taking this money! It might have been dropped by that thief...that gentleman. If we use it, and he comes back looking for it, we can't afford to pay for it!"

The woman pursed her lips, somewhat unconvinced, and muttered under her breath, "That man took your clothes, he probably just left money for clothes on purpose."

Snapped!

A crisp slap across the face.

The woman covered her face, tears welling in her eyes, and looked at the man with some fear.

The man, panting heavily, his chest heaving, growled in a low voice, "Don't touch this money without my permission! Are you trying to kill us?"

He was a worldly man.

Although the young masters and nobles in the town were generous, they weren't so generous as to carry around such a large piece of loose silver and casually toss it around.

The person who stole the clothes must be someone of great importance.

If they actually use the money and the person comes looking for them, these peasants probably won't even have a chance to beg for mercy.

They might be arrested and thrown in jail, or even worse.

Seeing the man's burning anger, the woman dared not argue further and stammered, "Husband, I understand. I was just thinking that with this money, we could find Dazhu a good marriage. We can't let the child end up like us, toiling in the fields for a living."

Upon hearing this, the man paused for a moment.

He remained silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and stuffed the piece of silver back into his pocket, placing it close to his chest.

"Let's wait a little longer. If a month passes and that person still hasn't come back..."

His voice was a little hoarse, and he swallowed hard as he said, "We...we'll keep this silver."

The woman's face immediately lit up with joy, her tears still wet on her cheeks, her smile blossoming: "Hey! I'll get you a new set of clothes first! It's cold in winter, you can't go without clothes!"

The man didn't say much, just waved his hand and added, "No one can tell anyone about this, or we'll be in trouble."

The woman nodded repeatedly, patting her chest to assure her, "I know, don't worry. I'm very tight-lipped."

The man then looked at Dazhu, his expression so serious it was as if he were entrusting him with some life-or-death matter: "Son, you mustn't tell anyone about this, understand?"

Dazhu nodded repeatedly, his head bobbing like a chick pecking at rice.

Every time his father looked at him with that expression, no matter what it was about, he had to agree.

Otherwise, their legs would be broken.

Dazhu has had a painful experience in this regard.

As he recalled that unbearable memory, his small body involuntarily trembled.

That happened when he was six years old. He stole a bite of cake offered to the ancestors and was hung up and beaten for a full half hour.

That tangy flavor is still unforgettable.

"Alright, alright, let's eat." The man's expression relaxed, and he walked back to the table, sat down, and picked up the bowl of porridge that had gone cold.

outside the window.

Lu You stood there quietly, silently watching the family of three sitting around the dim oil lamp, eating the cold porridge.

The porridge was so thin that you could see your reflection in it.

A few grains of brown rice and some chopped wild vegetable leaves floated in the bowl; it was a bland, watery soup that looked utterly tasteless.

But Dazhu ate with great relish, shoveling food into his mouth while holding the bowl, and occasionally sticking out his tongue to lick the rim of the bowl clean.

Lu You has been standing here since just now.

However, he was draped in a dark veil, his figure completely blending into the night.

Even cultivators couldn't see through his movements, let alone these three ordinary people.

Seeing that the three of them had already discussed how to handle the money, the matter was considered resolved.

For Lu You, this was equivalent to buying a piece of clothing with silver.

Although this transaction was somewhat like a forced sale, as he took the goods without the seller's consent, he did pay money, and more than he was owed.

This family definitely won't lose out.

Amidst the hushed conversation of the family of three, Lu You turned and left.

He felt a little uneasy.

I miss my parents a little.

I wonder how they are doing now?

They must have been heartbroken to receive the news of their sudden death.

Lu You looked up at the sky.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, all alone, without a single star around it.

The cold moonlight shone on his pale face, making him look even more unreal.

After walking some distance out of the village, Lu You put away the Taiyin Huishuo Sha and put it back into his sea of ​​consciousness.

He quickened his pace, left the farmland area, and made his way to the foot of the mountain.

After looking around and making sure no one was around, Lu You quickly took off his tattered, beggar-style outfit and put on the linen clothes he had just acquired.

Although the linen garment had several patches and the fabric was washed until it was faded, it looked very worn out.

But it's much better than his previous "fishnet outfit".

At least the areas that need to be covered are covered, and the chest and back are not exposed and wandering around.

The only problem is that the clothes are a size too small.

His wrists and ankles were partially exposed, his sleeves barely reached the middle of his forearms, and his trouser legs only reached his calves.

It looks a bit like an adult dressed as a child, which is quite comical.

Fortunately, the clothes themselves are quite loose, so they don't feel too tight or uncomfortable to wear.

Consider it a three-quarter sleeve and seven-quarter pants; it's barely wearable.

After changing his clothes, Lu You stepped into the deep mountains.

As a living corpse, he doesn't need to sleep or rest.

He planned to take advantage of the darkness and head deeper into the mountains to find a suitable place to stay.

That will be his home for cultivation in the future.

Oh, according to the monks, that's called a cave dwelling.