CFSMS -Chapter 125 I’ll Dig Up Graves to Support You

“Uncle Hua, if you’re not going to eat it, then give it to me.”

Cheng Yang poked his head out from the group, flashing a mouthful of bright white teeth as he made the suggestion.

He hadn’t come here to participate in any robbery. He simply wanted to take the opportunity to buy a little jianbing. He had been smelling its aroma for days and was already craving it badly.

Unfortunately, Uncle Xia had forbidden them from coming out.

Now that he had finally found a chance, he had to see what this jianbing tasted like—what kind of magical flavor could make those two girls break into a graveyard in the middle of the night just to eat one.

“Uncle Hua, if you don’t say anything, I’ll take that as a yes.”

Using his sinful little hands, Cheng Yang snatched the jianbing away. Before Hua Li could say a word, he took a big bite.

At that moment, countless emotions surged through him.

The fragrance of flour and egg became hooks that firmly seized his heart. The savory sauce flowed across his tongue, while the vegetables mixed within brought a refreshing touch.

The jianbing, neither too thick nor too thin, wrapped around its many fillings. Layer after layer, each ingredient elevated the taste to a new peak.

His taste buds rejoiced.

Cheng Yang suddenly stopped chewing.

“What’s wrong? Is there something wrong with the jianbing?”

Hua Li hurriedly asked.

Earlier, when Uncle Xia had said there was something wrong with the jianbing, Hua Li had doubted him. But judging from Cheng Yang’s expression, the problem seemed serious.

“Mmph…”

With his mouth stuffed full of jianbing, Cheng Yang couldn’t speak. To avoid misunderstanding, he shook his head vigorously and took another bite.

As the jianbing settled into his stomach, warmth spread throughout his body.

Swallowing in large gulps, Cheng Yang lowered his eyes, hiding the tears gathering within them.

“It’s delicious. Uncle Hua, this jianbing is really delicious. Truly.”

He repeated the words over and over.

In his mind, countless memories surfaced.

Some had returned to him long ago.

Others emerged only because of this jianbing.

So…

He really hadn’t been mistaken.

He had died long ago.

That overwhelming sea had destroyed everything.

He remembered being pinned beneath a massive pillar, unable to call for help, unable to find salvation.

Outside, he had heard the villagers’ screams.

He had watched the seawater rise inch by inch.

From his fingertips.

To his chest.

Until it finally submerged his head.

He had desperately lifted his face, trying to find one last breath of air.

He wanted to live.

But the merciless waves surged onward and carried him away.

A tear fell from the corner of his eye onto the jianbing.

Looking at Uncle Hua and the other villagers, Cheng Yang saw only confusion in their eyes, as though they couldn’t understand why he was reacting so strongly.

“Uncle Hua, you should all try it too. This jianbing is really good. Look, it made me cry.”

Wiping away his tears, Cheng Yang vaguely understood why Uncle Xia had not stopped them this time.

Their time had come.

Stealing ten extra years from fate was already more than enough.

Watching Cheng Yang cry so dramatically, Lu Wu would have admired his acting skills if she hadn’t known for a fact that she hadn’t hired any shills.

Her jianbing could actually make people cry?

Still…

“The jianbing’s good, right?”

Lu Wu smiled and struck up a conversation.

“Mm, it’s delicious. Boss, can I get another one?”

Cheng Yang asked, his voice hoarse and slightly choked.

The complex emotions hidden within his reddened eyes were carefully buried.

The other villagers couldn’t find out yet.

“Of course. It’s just that the money…”

Lu Wu rubbed her hands together and glanced at the prices listed on her signboard.

The first jianbing was already in his stomach, and she still hadn’t received payment.

“Ten spirit stones for one? Why don’t you just rob people?”

One of the villagers protested.

Their village was full of ordinary mortals. Most things were produced and consumed locally, and they usually dealt in gold and silver.

Who used spirit stones to buy jianbing?

Ten spirit stones for a single pancake—wasn’t that the behavior of a complete sucker?

Blinking her large eyes, Lu Wu pondered the situation.

These people were really dedicated to their role-playing.

They were still acting.

Talking about robbing jianbing, and now they actually didn’t want to pay.

“Well…”

Lu Wu wasn’t about to argue over a single jianbing. She was just considering whether to cooperate and continue their little performance when Cheng Yang suddenly flashed a bright, sunny smile.

“It’s fine. I have money.”

“Uncle Hua, consider these jianbing my treat. Boss Lu, give everyone a serving. I’ll go get the money.”

Before anyone could refuse, Cheng Yang turned around and left.

“That brat. Where’s he going to get money from?”

Hua Li muttered.

Meeting Lu Wu’s expectant gaze, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

There was no way to continue the robbery anymore.

After Cheng Yang’s stunt, they had completely lost the moral high ground.

And eating without paying was something they would never do.

“Ahem. I’ll take one jianbing. Add some of that… spicy strips stuff.”

Latiao?

Never had it before.

Had to try it.

“Sure.”

A customer was a customer.

Lu Wu immediately became energized.

Her spatula danced through the air as she occasionally glanced down the road.

Strange.

Why were all today’s customers unfamiliar faces?

Had her regular customers gotten the date wrong?

Otherwise, why hadn’t they shown up yet?

Meanwhile, somewhere outside Little Sea Village…

A group of people wandered around in circles, becoming increasingly frustrated as they failed to escape the graveyard.

“Isn’t there some formation master here who can tell whether we’re trapped in a formation or not?”

“Can you?”

“No.”

“The way you were talking earlier, I thought you knew what you were doing.”

“If I did, would we still be stuck here?”

The utterly meaningless conversation continued.

Zeng Si held the hands of his wife and child, feeling a headache coming on.

After finally reaching Abyss Sea City and learning Boss Lu’s location, why had they ended up trapped in a ghostly maze?

The graveyard was like an iron fortress.

No matter which direction they walked, they couldn’t leave.

Worse, plenty of others were trapped with them, and nobody had any solution.

“Dad, I’m hungry.”

The merciless hunger machine known as Zeng Sheng could only distract himself by imagining how delicious the jianbing would be later.

A graveyard…

Full of corpses.

Grass.

Dirt.

His germophobia was about to flare up.

Among the crowd, Mumu and Tiantian—both of whom had already experienced something like this once before—appeared remarkably calm.

“How about we try another route?”

Mumu suggested.

After all, they might not run into a kind ghost willing to guide them out this time.

“But if we backtrack now, what if we miss it?”

“Exactly. Boss Lu’s business is so good. If we take a detour, she might close up shop before we get there.”

The food lovers stood among the graves, sighing helplessly.

Several cultivators skilled in formations were present, yet none could locate the formation core of the graveyard.

City Lord Shan Ji: No need to thank me. I hide my achievements and fame well.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Suddenly, from somewhere within the mist, came the unmistakable sound of something striking the ground.

Again.

And again.

And again.

The sound was exceptionally clear.

Mumu and Tiantian exchanged glances.

This development felt strangely familiar.

“Who’s over there pretending to be a ghost?”

A loud-voiced cultivator shouted.

Some of the bolder diners even walked toward the source of the noise.

Over there, Cheng Yang was laboriously digging up a grave with a hoe.

He had discovered this graveyard by accident not long ago.

When he found a tombstone bearing his own name, he had begun to suspect everything about the village.

One by one, he found tombstones matching the names of the other villagers as well.