CFSMS -Chapter 126 Who Saw My Head?

After counting carefully, Cheng Yang realized that aside from Uncle Xia, every single villager was the same.

Good people had become ghosts.

He didn’t dare tell anyone.

But Uncle Xia’s weakening condition, along with the sudden appearance of so many strangers in the village lately, made it clear to Cheng Yang that their time was running out.

If he could help all the villagers leave this world without resentment or regrets, then digging up his own grave to recover some valuables wasn’t entirely unacceptable.

“This soil is really hard.”

Even though he was a ghost, Cheng Yang’s body was still no stronger than an ordinary person’s. After only a few swings of the hoe, his back and waist were already aching.

As he rubbed his sore lower back, he heard approaching footsteps.

Looking up, he met a group of astonished gazes.

Both sides were doing equally bizarre things in an equally bizarre place.

The scene fell silent.

Bang!

While walking, Tiantian accidentally kicked something.

She lowered her head and looked.

Good heavens.

A wooden gravestone.

The Grave of Cheng Yang.

Even though she had mentally prepared herself, Tiantian still jumped in fright.

“Are you a human or a ghost?”

One of the customers voiced the exact question on her mind.

“I think… I’m a ghost.”

Maintaining his smile, Cheng Yang pointed toward the grave he had been digging.

“My corpse is lying right here.”

A ghost digging up a grave.

And it happened to be his own grave.

If this horror story got out, it would definitely attract attention.

“Since you’re here, could you help me dig up my grave? In exchange, I’ll take you to Boss Lu afterward.”

The maze surrounding the graveyard had no effect on the villagers of Little Sea Village. Cheng Yang himself had only discovered this place by accident.

“The last time we got lost here, he was the one who led us to Boss Lu.”

Since this was already their second interaction, Mumu felt Cheng Yang was fairly trustworthy.

As two of Boss Lu’s veteran customers, Mumu and Tiantian were familiar faces to many present.

“Digging up a grave? I’ll help.”

Zeng Si stepped forward from the crowd, grabbed the hoe, and immediately started swinging his powerful arms.

His large frame came with plenty of strength.

Once someone took the lead, the others hesitated briefly before joining in, pulling tools from their storage rings and getting to work.

As for using spells?

The atmosphere demanded hoes.

It felt more appropriate.

Many hands made light work.

Before long, the raised mound was completely excavated.

Inside, however, there was no corpse as Cheng Yang had expected.

Instead, there was only a wooden box about the width of a forearm.

Several customers fell silent.

Cheng Yang froze as well.

Then he knelt down and opened the somewhat rotten box.

A musty, decayed odor rushed out.

Inside was a set of clothes.

He recognized them immediately—they were clothes he had once worn.

“So it was just a memorial tomb.”

“My actual body was probably eaten by fish and shrimp long ago.”

The moon had yet to disappear.

The night remained dim.

The wind swept across the wilderness, rustling the tall grass.

When Cheng Yang delivered such horrifying words in such a matter-of-fact tone, the customers instinctively rubbed their arms, trying to smooth away their goosebumps.

This ghost…

was seriously creepy.

He continued rummaging through the box and eventually found a small pouch.

Opening it, he poured out a mid-grade spirit stone.

He remembered saving up for a long time to earn it.

“Why didn’t Uncle Xia keep this spirit stone for himself?”

Uncle Xia: So that’s how you see me?

“Not enough…”

There were over twenty villagers gathered around the stall.

And there were still elderly people, women, and children back in the village.

Even after digging up his own grave, he still couldn’t afford enough food for everyone.

Maybe…

he should dig up a few more graves?

Cheng Yang’s gaze drifted toward the other tombs.

It was all for everyone’s sake.

Surely they wouldn’t mind, right?

He remembered that Uncle Hua’s family used to be quite wealthy.

Perhaps there were plenty of burial goods in his grave.

Thinking of it, he immediately acted.

Carrying the hoe, Cheng Yang led everyone toward Hua Li’s grave.

A gravestone stood there quietly.

Remembering how Uncle Hua had spent years trying to prove that his household lived better than anyone else’s in the village, Cheng Yang couldn’t help but chuckle.

Even after becoming ghosts, they still compared themselves to one another.

“This one… let’s dig it too.”

He sounded cheerful.

But if one listened carefully, a faint tremor hid beneath his words.

Standing nearby, Cheng Yang clenched his fists tightly.

Many cultivators present had already guessed part of the truth.

No one said anything.

They simply followed his instructions and kept digging.

Just as Cheng Yang expected, Uncle Hua’s grave contained quite a bit of wealth.

After counting everything, Cheng Yang took only enough spirit stones to buy food.

The rest he carefully buried again.

“Let’s go.”

Covering the spirit stones protectively in his pocket, Cheng Yang led the way.

Time passed slowly.

Yet somehow quickly.

By the time they finally spotted the food stall, dawn had broken.

Golden rays illuminated the sky.

“Today’s a nice day.”

Cheng Yang sighed softly.

Walking up to the stall, he set the spirit stones down.

Da Huang counted them and barked toward Lu Wu.

“The amount’s correct. You can eat now.”

Lu Wu pointed toward the ready-made pancakes on the stall.

These people really had principles.

Without paying, they refused to eat.

Yet every single one of them had already placed orders, forcing her to keep cooking.

At least nobody had skipped out on payment.

Although…

seeing the fresh dirt still clinging to the spirit stones left Lu Wu somewhat puzzled.

Had someone dug these out of a cave or something?

“Kid, where did you get all these spirit stones?”

Frowning, Uncle Hua pulled Cheng Yang aside and questioned him.

“Don’t tell me you promised those outsiders something ridiculous.”

“People from outside all have black hearts.”

Uncle Hua spoke with complete confidence.

Black-hearted Lu Wu really wanted to remind him that people usually moved farther away before whispering secrets.

She could hear every word.

“Cough. Uncle Hua, eat first.”

Cheng Yang shoved a pancake into Hua Li’s hands to stop him talking.

Before he even took a proper bite, a little sauce seeped out from the pancake and touched his tongue.

The rich fragrance instantly brightened his eyes.

“Brother Hua, not robbing anyone anymore?”

One particularly clueless fellow wandered over and asked.

He received a look that clearly said idiot.

“Just eat.”

Didn’t he see that reinforcements had arrived?

With so many people protecting Boss Lu, how exactly was he supposed to rob her?

His head…

Wait.

That’s right.

Where was his head?

At that moment, a flood of chaotic memories surged through his mind, completely overwhelming the delicious taste of the pancake.

He stood frozen in place, confusion filling his eyes.

Fragments of memory flashed before him.

He remembered the enormous wave that swallowed everything.

He remembered drowning in seawater, battered helplessly by the current.

His body had been completely beyond his control.

Then he crashed into a knife embedded in a wall.

The final memory of his life as a human was that blade gleaming faintly beneath the water.

The chill lingering around his neck made Hua Li unconsciously reach up and touch it.

As his memories returned, he felt the shock and regret of death.

But no anger.

The warmth spreading through his body from the pancake soothed him.

He found himself unable to resent anyone.

Ah.

So he was dead.

Beheaded.

Sniffling loudly, Hua Li—a burly man well into his forties—burst into tears.

How had he ended up dying like this?

The sudden outburst startled all the nearby customers.

Even stranger was what happened next.

The other villagers who had eaten the pancakes looked uncertain, shocked…

Then, one after another, they covered their faces and began to cry as well.

“…”

Watching the scene, Lu Wu found herself unable to keep swinging her spatula.

Seriously?

This performance still wasn’t over?

She was busy.

She didn’t have time to cooperate with their drama.

“You brat, tell me honestly—where did those spirit stones come from?”

Hooking an arm around Cheng Yang’s neck, Uncle Hua demanded fiercely.

Little Sea Village was merely a mortal village.

Spirit stones were something they had seen before, but very rarely possessed.

For Cheng Yang to spend money so lavishly after becoming a ghost—

Uncle Hua refused to believe it for even a second.