Chapter 277: Village Without Burials

There were quite a few old people in the village.

There were more than twenty of them, each with white hair and beards, their faces lined with gullies, all at least sixty years old. These old people looked straight at the Lotus Juanren, their eyes carrying a sense of horror.

Just like...

Looking at a group of dead people! This eerie gaze made everyone feel a bit creeped out.

Wu Xian scanned the circle, looking at them one by one, and saw that some of the old people were hunchbacked, some had cloudy eyes, some were coughing incessantly, all looking like they didn't have long to live.

The one in charge among these old things should be... Wu Xian's gaze fell on a lame old man.

Although this old man was lame, his body was very sturdy. He was draped in a dirty long gown, leaning on a blackened wooden cane with one hand, and had a jade-mouthed wooden pipe with a yellowed mouthpiece in his mouth. His short hair was all white, and his eyes were sharp.

The house the old man walked out of was the largest in the village, an ancient-style wooden building. Half of the oil paper on the windows was broken, and most of the red paint had peeled off. There were two lines of words like a couplet carved on the door, but the handwriting was already mottled and difficult to recognize.

Wu Xian smiled and waved at the old man, but the old man didn't pay attention to Wu Xian, just looking at Wen Chao, the oldest in the group. This old thing didn't seem to like young people.

Wen Chao noticed this and walked over to say hello.

"Old brother, what is your surname?"

Facing Wen Chao, who was also an old man, the old man's attitude was much better: "No need for formalities, surname is Tang, Tang Guangyun, I am the village guardian here, you can just call me Old Tang."

"Old Brother Tang, we are a scientific expedition team. We encountered some things last night and drifted to your place. May I ask where this is..."

Old Tang hesitated for two seconds, sighed, and said: "This is the Village Without Burials."

Wen Chao was stunned for a moment. This village name was worth studying, but not now, so he continued to ask.

"We are new to your place and don't understand the local customs and taboos. Old brother, can you tell us? It would be best if you could find a place for us to rest, as long as it can shelter us from the wind and rain..."

Old Tang looked at the number of newcomers and Lotus Juanren.

Then he turned and returned to the house, and a moment later came out with a small package. This small package contained all his personal belongings.

"I'll go live with Old Zhao in that house. You have many people, so this spacious house belongs to you. As for customs and taboos, we will be neighbors from now on, and there will be plenty of time to chat slowly."

Old Tang said as he walked to the side.

Wu Xian blocked his way and asked.

"You said we will be neighbors from now on, does that mean we will live here for a long time?"

Old Tang turned and looked at those coffins and urns.

"The Village Without Burials is a place for people waiting to die. You young people don't belong here, but since you have entered coffins and bone ash urns, you are also people waiting to die. This is our final destination."

After saying this, Old Tang bypassed Wu Xian.

Wu Xian was slightly stunned in place. The look Old Tang gave him just now was very complicated.

It seemed to be pity, and it also seemed to be mockery.

After Old Tang left, the old people watching from the side also seemed to have received some instructions and returned to their rooms one after another.

Not long after.

Only the Lotus Juanren, newcomers, and a dog were left in the village.

A cold wind blew, bringing up some sand and dust, with a kind of indescribable desolate feeling.

Through that conversation just now.

Wu Xian determined that the mission location of this Fudi was this Village Without Burials. Although there were still many mysteries yet to be solved, the top priority now was to settle down. Wu Xian had many things to think about, so he was the first to walk into this room.

As soon as he entered the room, Wu Xian smelled a strong strange odor.

There was a musty smell from not being cleaned for a long time, and the smell of rot emanating from the dying old people.

The color on the floor was very spectacular.

Yellow, black, blood stains of varying depths. Old Tang shouldn't be the only one who has lived here. The small package on Old Tang also explained this point; the time he has been in the Village Without Burials shouldn't be very long.

Wu Xian found a relatively clean place, took off a coat, and sat down.

This was when the benefit of wearing more clothes was reflected. Under his coat was another coat. After sitting down, Wu Xian began to review what he had seen and heard since entering the Fudi.

"Village Without Burials..."

"Literally, it means a village without funerals, so why are there so many coffins and urns sent over?"

"Old Tang said we are people waiting to die. It seems that the act of entering a coffin really brought us some negative effects, but that was the only way to survive, and we could only go that way."

Wu Xian looked at the other Lotus Juanren and newcomers.

"The danger last night was a bit out of bounds. The only way to survive led us here, and so far not even one dead person has appeared."

"Perhaps everything before I pushed open the coffin lid last night was just the prelude to this Fudi, and the real Fudi only counts as starting now!"

Then Wu Xian opened the Lotus Juanren scripture.

The time last night was too tight, and the light was too dark, so he only had the opportunity to look at the guidance of the Lotus Juanren scripture until now.

"Life is death, death is life. Coming from the coffin, one must also go from the coffin. This world has lost 'funerals.' Please hold a complete funeral for yourself. The correct way to die is the only way to escape this Fudi..."

After reading this explanation.

Wu Xian's eyebrows twisted, and he almost wanted to curse.

Must one die to escape? This Fudi isn't giving Lotus Juanren a way to live?

But immediately Wu Xian reacted that this passage was actually a very clear guide. The so-called funeral was definitely not as simple as burying someone in a pit, but a kind of complex ritual. Only after completing the ritual and lying in a coffin could one leave this Fudi.

In addition, this Fudi was different from the previous Fudi.

The mission of the previous Fudi was everyone's, and everyone could leave together by completing a certain goal, but this time everyone had to prepare a funeral for themselves, so everyone's mission was separate. As long as one had enough ability, one could even throw others away and leave early.

"No wonder this place is called the Village Without Burials. I'm afraid the difficulty of wanting to hold a correct funeral is beyond imagination."

The thinking ended.

Wu Xian shared what he saw in the scripture with those newcomers who didn't have a scripture. They at least had the right to know how to leave this Fudi.

Next, everyone briefly exchanged information, as well as their own discoveries and thoughts, and then scattered.

Daytime was relatively safe.

There were many things they had to do, such as surveying the environment, searching for food and water sources. Old Tang only gave them a place to live, but didn't provide any food or drink.

In addition, they had to try their best to communicate with those old men and women to obtain more information and prepare for the danger that might come at night.

At this moment, the thing Wu Xian most wanted to figure out was.

What counts as a correct funeral? (End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 278 =====