Chapter 292: The Three Immortals Deliver the Coffin

Beneath the moonlight.

The City of the Undead.

Digging up graves in the mass grave to find burial goods…

Just thinking of that scene made Wu Xian roll his eyes—no matter how you looked at it, it was insanely dangerous, but it was also the only option left now.

While Old Tang was still willing to talk, Wu Xian asked another question that had puzzled him.

"Since every industry related to funerals has taboos, the coffin trade's taboo should be the greatest—why does Yaocheng keep sending coffins to Wu Zang Village?"

Old Tang paused.

"It's a bit strange, actually—making coffins isn't taboo, only lying inside them counts as breaking the taboo."

"As for why they send coffins here…"

"Because we all want this shitty life to end sooner!"

In the City of the Undead.

There has always been a rumor.

The world became twisted, filled with taboos, because the funerals were stolen—and to restore order, only by recovering the proper funeral can it be undone.

But death looms ever-present; no one dares even dig a hole to bury the dead.

Eventually, some genius slapped his own forehead and decided: let the dying give themselves funerals—they're about to die anyway, so what do they care about taboos?

So, every so often, a batch of coffins is delivered to Wu Zang Village.

Speaking of which.

Old Tang's gaze held a touch of self-mockery.

In his youth, he too thought this made sense—for everyone's safety, those dying old fools should bury themselves and restore the world's funerals.

Until… he became one of those dying men.

"Wrong!"

Jian Lingyu interrupted Old Tang.

"Where did the rumor about stolen funerals come from? Nighttime wilderness is extremely dangerous—why can people from the City of the Undead carry coffins back and forth?"

Old Tang's eyes gained a flicker of respect.

"The Three Immortals told us!"

Wu Xian's gaze sharpened—he immediately recalled the three statues he'd seen on the Three Immortals Bridge.

After the Great Catastrophe.

People prayed to gods and Buddhas to avert disaster, but none answered.

Only the Three Immortals remained responsive, granting a solution to the calamity; the coffin-carriers were all their devotees, and only under the Three Immortals' protection could they travel safely at night…

"The Three Immortals…"

Wu Xian committed the name to memory—he still didn't know if the Three Immortals were friend or foe, but they must hold a crucial role in the Blessed Land.

Then Wu Xian turned toward the village's side.

"Those people bring coffins to Wu Zang Village and dump the old ones into the big pit—how long did it take to fill the pit to this level…?"

The big pit Wu Xian referred to was the hole piled high with discarded coffins; if the useless coffins weren't removed, the central open space of the village would soon be buried—this was where they'd found the broken coffin to bury Wang Popo.

Old Tang blinked.

"Those people drop the coffins and leave—they never do anything extra. And… what big pit? That side has always been that high."

Wu Xian's eyes flashed with sudden insight.

If those people don't remove the old coffins, then who carried the previous ones there?

And if Old Tang believes the pit has always been that high, yet new coffins are constantly added, how could its height remain unchanged? Unless… Wu Xian ran over and patrolled near the pit—and quickly found what he sought.

One intact new urn, and one shattered urn!

The intact urn was used by Miao Dama last night; the shattered urn still held Yang Bin's broken corpse. "This pit eats coffins!"

Wu Xian suddenly felt a chill run through his body—a dangerous thought flashed in his mind.

Perhaps the Three Immortals keep forcing people to deliver coffins here not to solve the world's crisis, but to feed whatever lies inside the pit! …

Meanwhile, Old Tang.

He'd answered all the questions he could.

Wu Xian and the others finally let him go; he searched the room and only relaxed when he didn't see that terrifying phantom again.

Du E smiled sweetly as she tucked away a talisman half-burned.

This talisman was the one she'd just obtained from the God of Joy.

Named the Illusionary Spirit Art.

As the name suggests, it has no offensive power—only the ability to conjure false ghostly or divine illusions to frighten and influence targets. It can be used twice, with the advantage of long duration.

Using it on Old Tang to extract information was worth it.

And with this experience, next time she used this talisman, it would be even more effective.

Then the eleven survivors gathered to exchange the intelligence they'd gathered last night and discussed their next plan.

The mass grave of the City of the Undead must be visited.

But not necessarily now.

If Wu Xian and Jian Lingyu needed the two items they sought there, then going now would be the stupidest move.

Because others' needed items also have a high chance of being found there.

Waiting until everyone has gathered their own funeral items, then going together to the mass grave, is the best way to avoid redundant risks.

Therefore.

For the next few days, they needed to bury the dead in Wu Zang Village to obtain each person's correct funeral information.

Although no elder died today, two newcomers—Miao Dama and Yang Bin—unfortunately sacrificed themselves. Burying them properly as teammates could be considered fulfilling our duty, and perhaps important intelligence could be obtained from it.

It's just that Yang Bin's corpse was still manageable.

Although it was shattered beyond recognition, at least the corpse was still there—sew it up a bit and bury it, that would do.

But Miao Dama's corpse was still in the well, and there was also a water ghost in the well. To get the corpse out, the water ghost had to be dealt with first.

But this well was very deep—how could the water ghost be dealt with? Go down and carry her out? Among the group, there was no such brave soul.

Li Juxian proposed.

Use a fishing rod to fish the corpse out.

In the chest he obtained from worshipping the god, there was a fishing rod with a straight hook; the fishhook was a long needle, named 'Jiang Taigong's Fishing Rod.'

When Li Juxian picked up the fishing rod, he saw the description was like this.

Jiang Taigong fished, and those willing took the hook. The Craftsman God Lu Ban did not understand the principle, so he crafted this fishing rod to resolve the doubt…

This fishing rod's ability was to force enemies to become willing. Every time the rod was cast, the long needle would shoot out like an arrow, piercing through the enemy—thus one could fish with a straight hook…

Jiang Taigong's Fishing Rod, at first glance, seemed well-suited for dealing with the water ghost.

However, the fishhook shot straight up and down, so the water ghost had to be visible. But water ghosts hid during the day, so to fish the water ghost out, the water ghost had to be forced to reveal herself.

Then how could this be done? Jian Lingyu suddenly clapped her hands: "I've got it! As long as we turn the well into an environment the water ghost dislikes, she'll reveal herself on her own!"

(End of chapter)