Chapter 132: Throwing a Corpse to Ask the Way

July 05, 2018, early morning.

A drizzle as fine as cow hair sprinkled down from the horizon, soaking the soil turned up by the plow and harrow until it was moist and soft. An old ox was tied to a willow tree by the riverbank, chewing on the tender reed stems ruminated from its stomach.

Two or three pedestrians walked past the small path by the river with umbrellas. Round raindrops on the lush wild grass slid down along the veins unique to gramineous plants, wetting the pedestrians' trouser legs.

Wisps of blue smoke rose from the shore not far away, like needles and thread in a woman's hand, sewing the damp sky and earth together. Even the wind became quiet. Rows of white square monuments half a person high stood in the hazy rain. The gentle drizzle draped a hazy veil over the white cemetery. Rustle, rustle.

The fair-skinned teenager, draped in a pure black woolen cloak and carrying a shovel, walked leisurely along the straight road between rows of tombstones. Sheets of yellow paper burned into ash under the tombstones on both sides of the road, and were melted into the mud at his feet by the rain.

The decree of Qinzhou Prefecture to ban earth burials had been implemented for many years. Poor and remote places like Gubei Town had also built cemeteries to house urns. Out of human considerations, old tombs that had already been buried would not be forcibly dug up, but those who died recently could only choose cremation.

Although the deceased had turned to ash, the people in the town after the ban on earth burials still retained the custom of burning yellow paper to pay homage to the dead. The withered yellow paper danced and curled in the white cemetery, eventually turning into pale ash.

"Ning Xunhuan... Xie Tian... Li Zimu..."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe murmured the names on the tombstones, as if looking for something. The dense drizzle fell on him, condensing into strings of tiny dewdrops.

Before long, his footsteps stopped. Strings of raindrops slid down the cloak and fell off. Found it.

"... Tian Chengyun."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe stopped in front of the newly erected tombstone engraved with the name 'Tian Chengyun,' squatted down, and his gaze fell on the photo in the center of the tombstone, examining it for a moment to confirm the identity of the tomb owner.

After returning to his hometown by flight as Zhang Yangxu, the first thing Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe did was to come to the cemetery by the Taojiang River and find Tian Chengyun's tombstone, but he was not here to pay homage to the dead.

He had something to ask Tian Chengyun.

Relying on the ability of Taiyi, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe obtained two memories, recording two versions of Tian Chengyun's cause of death.

The first is Yu Zi Qian's memory.

In Yu Zi Qian's memory, he used Yeyao's rule to kill Tian Chengyun with his own hands. It was a direct beheading without any hesitation, and Tian Chengyun died on the spot. Realizing that 'Special Let' was not on Tian Chengyun, Yu Zi Qian left immediately and went to hunt down other survivors of the Bishuiwan Manor incident.

The second is the memory of Tian Zaixu, Tian Chengyun's older brother.

In Tian Zaixu's memory, Tian Chengyun died by suicide. He suffered huge mental stimulation in the power leakage accident at Bishuiwan Manor and had some delusions and manic tendencies. The doctor prescribed some sedative drugs to assist in his recovery.

But Tian Chengyun, whose emotions were unstable, swallowed a whole board of pills at once. The overdose of sedative drugs caused him to fall into a depressed state, leading to suicide.

Tian Chengyun committed suicide in front of his brother and sister-in-law. Tian Zaixu and his wife witnessed him stabbing a fruit knife into his throat, and the warm arterial blood sprayed all over the coffee table like a fountain.

In Yu Zi Qian's memory, he killed Tian Chengyun with his own hands.

In Tian Zaixu's memory, he saw Tian Chengyun commit suicide in front of him with his own eyes.

These two memories were so real, and both causes of death were seen with his own eyes. But under normal circumstances, the same person cannot have two ways to die. That is to say, between Yu Zi Qian and Tian Chengyun, one person's memory is fake.

So whose memory is fake? Yu Zi Qian? Or Tian Zaixu? What exactly was Tian Chengyun's cause of death?

The elusive truth is hidden behind obscure and difficult puzzles, but Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe has a more convenient method to bypass the cumbersome investigation and reasoning process and approach the original appearance of things directly.

Wanting to know how Tian Chengyun died... why not ask Tian Chengyun himself?

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe half-squatted in front of the tombstone, reached into his cloak, and touched the life-buying money in the inner pocket.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's current number of copper coins: 7

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe originally had 36 copper coins, which Lan Shiwen handed to him at Ji Bochang's funeral. After entering Yanglao Village, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe spent 2+4+16=22 copper coins to buy his life back to reality, while Feng Yushu spent 1+2+4=7 copper coins. After coming out of Yanglao Village with Yin Lishang, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe had 7 copper coins left.

"A bit less, but enough to buy a life for Tian Chengyun." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe took out 1 copper coin from his pocket and stood up in front of the tombstone.

Walking to the back of the tombstone, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe held the shovel with both hands and stabbed it down, inserting the shovel into the gap where the two stone slabs were connected—there were no traditional yellow soil tomb mounds in the Gubei Town cemetery. The urn was pressed directly under the tombstone, and the surrounding ground was sealed with stone bricks and slabs.

Prying open the stone slab and digging open the sealing soil, it didn't take Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe long to dig out a square black lacquered wooden box from under the tombstone, which exuded the fragrance of camphor.

Qinzhou people like to use camphor wood to make coffins, and Tian Chengyun's ashes were also packed in a camphor wood box.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe leaned the shovel against the tombstone, brushed off the floating soil on the wooden box, held Tian Chengyun's urn in one hand, held 1 copper coin in the other, and stood up.

The inverted copper coin, square on the outside and round on the inside, was clamped between the teenager's fair and slender fingers. The dense drizzle fell one after another. The face under Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's cloak changed quietly. He would buy a life for Tian Chengyun in the identity of security guard Old Li.

Ding————

It was the sound of a copper coin hitting the ground.

"Please, God of Wealth, appear."

A burst of scorched smoke voice came from the middle-aged man's throat. As Old Li's voice fell in the rain, a figure as ethereal as light smoke and as chaotic as ink wash emerged quietly from the rain.

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The old man's body was thin and dry, with no head on his shoulders. One hand held a money bag, and the other held a head. The thin Confucian shirt was open at the chest, revealing the striking lightning-struck wood tattoo on his chest.

This is one of the three immortals worshipped in Juxian Garden, the eternal salary-eating Wenchang Emperor, the God of Wealth Wu Tong.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe looked down at the God of Wealth's pale eyes and placed 1 copper coin on the urn: "I am buying a life for him."

——Old Li was meeting Wealth Wu Tong for the first time. The price for a new customer to buy a life is 1 copper coin.

The God of Wealth stood where he was, motionless.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe frowned. Not enough money? No... it's impossible not to be enough. He had never traded with the God of Wealth in the identity of Old Li. The price for a new customer to buy a life is undoubtedly 1 copper coin...

But to be safe, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe took out another 1 copper coin and placed the two coins on the urn together.

"I am buying a life for this person." He said.

The God of Wealth stood where he was, motionless.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe hissed lightly, a bit puzzled. The man and the ghost stood face to face in front of the tombstone. The Confucian shirt on the God of Wealth was soaked by the rain, and the thin fabric clung to his skin, outlining the terrifying, thin, and withered shape of skin and bone. The head he was holding was also swaying slightly in the wind.

Drip, drip, foul-smelling blood dripped from the cross-section of the God of Wealth's neck.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe thought for a while, placed the urn upright on the ground, lifted the shovel and stabbed it down, forcibly prying open the camphor wood box that had been nailed shut with bamboo nails. With two clangs, the bottom and lid of the box fell onto the stone slab, making a crisp sound of hard wood colliding with stone.

The sound of the box opening was very crisp, not muffled at all.

Tian Chengyun's urn was empty.

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