I was favored by the evil god, and I became a white-bone bodhisattva.

"Why?" The little girl blinked her eyes, her face full of curiosity.

Some elderly people may not be willing to be buried voluntarily. Even if they are willing to be buried at the beginning, people always have the desire to survive. There are also many who regret it later but are forced to be buried by their family members.

"That kind of grave is most likely to cause corpses to resurrect. We corpse chasers have a rule: don't touch clay pot graves, but...well, anyway, remember to stay away from that kind of grave."

As he spoke, a rare gloomy look appeared on Fu Guixiang's face.

If there were other options, no one would be so cruel as to bury their elderly family members in clay jar graves.

Although this is a custom of the Wu State, it was absolutely abandoned during peaceful times!

'Since even earthen jar graves have appeared, then Abandoned Baby Mountain... Bah, bah, crow mouth like me, I don't think about it anymore, just treat it as an accident. '

Fu Guixiang patted his face and forced a smile at the little girl.

"Haha, I'm glad you're okay! Let's go and continue on our journey."

....................

Although Fu Guixiang tried hard to tell himself that it was just an accident, what he saw and heard in the next few days forced him to face the reality that "the Wu Kingdom was in chaos."

The flood is over, but the adverse effects it caused are just beginning to emerge.

Good farmland was flooded, and the government was unable to provide assistance;

Houses were destroyed and people were displaced.

It’s a pity that the Shang State took advantage of the situation and was said to be planning to launch an attack on Wu.

As a result, the government did not provide any disaster relief, but instead went to each village to forcibly conscript young men.

It's truly a natural disaster and a man-made disaster!

Just as Fu Guixiang was sighing in his heart, the little girl pulled his sleeve and said, "There is another strange tomb in front of us. Let's take a detour."

I've gone around in circles several times, and I'm still going around in circles!

Wait, this time, we can’t go around this time.

Fu Guixiang looked at A Tu, and A Tu also stared at him silently.

Ahead is Ah Tu's hometown, his resting place. Even if there is a clay pot grave, we have no choice but to go there!

"Tangtang, you and everyone else rest here for a while. I'll go bury Ah Tu and come back later."

"Well, Uncle Fu, be careful!"

After saying goodbye to the little girl, Fu Guixiang carried a shovel and followed A Tu to his village.

"..."

Even under the cover of night, the sense of dilapidation of the village is still evident.

I'm afraid this place will become a deserted village in a while.

Fu Guixiang subconsciously glanced at A Tu, who indeed looked much more depressed than usual.

He wanted to say something to comfort her, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.

Without asking Fu to return home to look for his family, Ah Tu went straight to the cemetery behind the village.

Tangtang is right, there are indeed several clay jar tombs here.

"A Tu, the environment here doesn't seem very good. There's a saying, well, my hometown is where my heart is! You've helped me so much, how about we go to another place? Don't worry, I'll look around and I'll definitely find a beautiful place for you to bury properly."

These words were spoken sincerely and were by no means an excuse to keep Ah Tu by his side and use him.

.......................

A Tu was silent for a moment, then jumped under a dead tree.

If you don’t want to leave anymore, stay here!

"it is good"

Since Ah Tu had made the decision, Fu Guixiang stopped talking. He waved his shovel and dug a hole for him.

"Jump over here. Okay, this is perfect."

Throwing down the shovel, Fu Guixiang wiped the sweat from his head and solemnly took out his gong stick and the wooden sign he had prepared for A Tu earlier.

"You are always worried that I will not keep my promise and let you rest in peace."

"But my Fu Guixiang is really not that kind of person!"

The gong stick hit Ah Tu's head, knocking him out of his temporary corpse-jumping state.

A smile appeared on Fu Guixiang's lips. He stretched out his hand and gently pushed A Tu, and A Tu fell into the dug pit.

He picked up the shovel again, covered the ground with soil, and then inserted the wooden sign.

In this way, those who died in a foreign land can rest in peace.

Every time he sends someone to rest in peace, Fu Guixiang always feels a great sense of accomplishment in his heart, and this time is no exception.

Logically, I should chat with A-Tu at the end, and then show off to myself.

But those clay jar tombs were really too eerie, so Fu Guixiang decided to wait until next time when he had the chance.

"Let's go!"

Looking back, he saw that a clay jar grave had been moved behind him at some point.

Fu Guixiang subconsciously wanted to strike the gong to ward off the evil spirit, but...

Ah Tu has just rested, so let’s not disturb him.

"Let's go!"

Fu Guixiang started running, turning his head to see if the ghost was chasing him.

The answer is – chasing, and chasing relentlessly.

..................

Run out of the cemetery, run out of this dilapidated village.

Fu Guixiang paused and turned around with a ferocious look.

"I ran away because I didn't want to get entangled with you any more. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

bang——

As the ancestral bronze gong sounded, painful whimpers were heard from the clay jar grave.

After Fu Guixiang knocked three times, the clay jar tomb suddenly disappeared from his sight.

"You can run fast!"

Fu Guixiang groaned and turned around...and saw a clay jar grave with blood gushing out of it.

It's haunting you, right?

You can only hold on for a few more times with this resentment of yours!

bang——

bang——

After two hits, the whimpering sound in the grave became more and more shrill.

This, this, this shouldn’t happen.

bang——

After knocking again and finding that the evil spirit had not retreated yet, Fu Guixiang immediately ran away.

There's only one person bullying me, right?

You wait!

He ran back to Tangtang and the other zombies at the fastest speed in his life. He supported his thighs with both hands and said breathlessly: "Go...go, don't be afraid, we, we have more people...more zombies!"

"Ah, wait wait."

At this time, the little girl stopped everyone. She listened attentively to the bloody earthenware grave, and then said thoughtfully: "Uncle Fu, the old woman seems to want to say something."

what?

"She has blood coming out of her mouth and can't speak clearly. Let Tangtang listen for a while."

No, what good is such evil talk? Let's get up quickly.

Fu Guixiang was extremely anxious, but he suddenly found that he could not control these jumping corpses.

Compared to themselves, the zombies seemed to trust the little girl who always chatted with them more!

Chapter 068: No Return Home in Troubled Times

For a moment, Fu Guixiang felt a great sense of frustration.

After all, he was a corpse driver and he didn't even have the trust of the zombies. This was really embarrassing.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

The little girl nodded repeatedly in front of the clay jar grave. She had understood what the old woman inside meant.

A few days ago, a group of people came to the village to recruit soldiers. The old woman's grandson was not hidden well and was unfortunately captured by them.

The grandson was arrested, and the grandson's wife could not support the old woman alone, so she sent her to the clay jar grave.

The old woman actually didn’t have any resentment in her heart, she was just worried!

Swords and knives are merciless on the battlefield. My grandson has been well-behaved since he was young and has never fought with others. Can he come back safely after going to the battlefield?

The more she thought about it, the more worried she became, so much so that the old woman opened her eyes, which had been closed.

I can't just lie down like this, I have to do something for my grandson.

When she opened her eyes, the old woman saw a lot of weeds around her.

In a flash of inspiration, she thought about making a talisman!

Make a talisman out of grass to bless your grandson to return safely.

I started doing it right away. Although my fingers were a little stiff at the beginning, they became flexible again as I kept braiding.

After she had finally made a talisman, she ran into trouble again.

Who should I ask to give this amulet to my grandson?

It definitely won’t work for my granddaughter-in-law. The outside world is so chaotic, and she, a woman, doesn’t know what will happen if she leaves the village.

It seems that no one else in the village can be relied upon.

The young men were arrested, and the only ones left were old guys like himself. They wanted to help but were powerless.

Since there was no one she could rely on, the old woman decided to go by herself.

She tried to climb out of the grave, but the bricks at the entrance could not be moved.

Climb, but can’t climb out.

Then just stop climbing and find a way to make the entire clay jar tomb move with you!

..............

Tangtang thought this old woman was very powerful because she really made the entire grave move with her.

"Although she can move now, the old woman doesn't really recognize the road and is worried that she might scare her grandson if she goes there."

"Just now I happened to see Uncle Fu helping Ah Tu rest in peace, so I wanted to talk to Uncle Fu and ask you to do her a favor as well."

real or fake?

Fu Guixiang didn't quite seem to believe it. He always felt that the evil spirit in the clay jar grave had some ulterior motive.

"Show me the amulet."

He took a few steps forward with a gong in his hand, staring at the grave in front of him with a vigilant look on his face.

A crude amulet woven from weeds was stuffed out from between the bricks. Seeing the little girl reaching out to take it, the man quickly pulled her behind him.

"Tangtang, don't move. Let me check first."

Half squatting, Fu Guixiang used the gong in his hand to knock on the amulet that fell to the ground.