Chapter 2: Planting Corpses and Raising Ghosts

Immediately after, these patterns began to emerge like a slideshow, showing the life of that corpse.

Born into a poor family in his youth, he left home in his teens with high aspirations to roam the pugilistic world.

After suffering all kinds of hardships in the city, he joined a gang, fighting fiercely for territory, stealing and cheating for money to drink and play, and eventually learned a set of Ape Demon Staff Art by giving his younger sister to a gang elder as a concubine.

But in middle age, his strength declined, he was unable to fight, and was eventually assassinated by a junior in his own gang.

"Planting corpses does not ask about the past, raising ghosts does not solve a thousand difficulties."

"Fighting fiercely in youth, dying in middle age, this is an inferior corpse seed."

"If one asks the value of this corpse, only the Ape Demon Staff Art is worth using."

"Corpse planted, harvested one point of spiritual energy."

Just as Lin Feng finished reading the life of this corpse, a ball of light emerged on the page, and then this ball of light turned into starlight and dissipated, being absorbed by his body.

"This is the Ape Demon Staff Art?"

Lin Feng's hand holding the hoe began to swing; at this moment, the hoe in his hand felt like it had grown on him, allowing him to swing it at will.

Lin Feng stopped his movements and looked at his hands in disbelief.

Not long ago, his impression of a hoe was only for digging the ground.

And now, how to use a staff felt like his instinct; every move and style of the Ape Demon Staff Art had merged into his body, completely capable of being used at will.

"System? Cheat?"

Lin Feng's eyes lit up, and his heart surged instantly; with this, he finally had the confidence to survive in this world!

However, the pages were still turning in his mind; the content of the corpse-planting chapter was finished, followed by the ghost-raising chapter.

"Body dies but the soul does not extinguish, all because of greed, obsession, resentment, and hatred; bury in a geomantic treasure spot, the pivot of heaven and earth, plant human bodies, raise fierce ghosts..."

This mainly talked about how to raise ghosts; by finding suitable corpses and planting them, one could raise ghosts.

What made Lin Feng feel most incredible was that the ghosts raised in this way could actually be used by him!

But the geomantic treasure spots, dragon vein grave soil, hundred-year-old sunken yin wood, soul-raising incense, and god-offering rice mentioned above that could accelerate the growth of ghosts made his eyes go dark.

Because he hadn't even heard of them, let alone get his hands on them.

However, there was another method, which was to catch existing ghosts, restrict and decompose them through various methods, and eventually turn them into nutrients for the ghosts in his hands, strengthening the ghosts' power!

"Amazing!!"

After reading this content, Lin Feng felt that his waist no longer hurt and his legs no longer ached; this gravedigger job seemed like it could be done!

Of course, the most critical thing was that this world was too dangerous; the entire Great Xia Dynasty was precarious, with natural disasters and ghost disasters everywhere, people displaced, and bones exposed in the wilderness.

Currently, he had no good place to go, so he might as well stay here and be a good gravedigger!

With such a cheat, as long as he was careful and cautious, he should be able to save his life.

Having figured this out, Lin Feng shouldered his hoe and walked toward the wooden shack.

The work of a gravedigger was not the same every day; sometimes there was more, sometimes less, all depending on how many nameless corpses needed to be buried inside and outside the city.

In the gravedigger's small courtyard, Old Quezi was already lying on a chair.

This old guy was a shrewd person; his predecessor Dog Egg worked hard every day just to eat, and he was also willing to save some food from his own rations for Dog Egg to eat.

The two formed a strange relationship; Old Lame was responsible for dealing with the difficult bailiffs, and Dog Egg was responsible for the physical labor.

"Back?"

Old Quezi asked without even opening his eyes when he heard the movement.

"Mm."

Lin Feng responded, then went to the water vat to wash his face and hands, then took out a cake and ate it with cold water.

After eating and drinking his fill, he greeted Old Quezi and left with a woodcutter's knife.

Behind the gravedigger's wooden shack was also a graveyard, but because it was close to the mountain, there were many trees around.

Lin Feng found a relatively straight cypress tree here and chopped it down directly with his knife.

"Thump, thump."

Chopping down the cypress tree in a few strokes, he removed the excess branches, tore off the bark, and cleaned off the thorns.

A wooden staff as thick as a wrist soon took shape; Lin Feng tested it and found that the weight and length were quite good.

So he began to swing it; the Ape Demon Staff Art emphasized power and momentum, moving forward without hesitation, like a mad demon.

"Whoosh, whoosh~"

Although the quality of the wooden staff in his hand was not very good, at this moment, Lin Feng felt that this staff was a part of his body.

Pointing, chopping, stabbing, sweeping, lifting, and pounding—these six basic skills were used by him to create a feeling of infinite variety.

After finishing a whole set of Ape Demon Staff Art, Lin Feng felt drenched in sweat, and at the same time, he had an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

"Hoo~"

"This staff art is probably already mastered; seven or eight ordinary people wouldn't be able to get close to me."

"However, when facing fierce ghosts, this method has no effect at all..."

Stopping his movements and wiping the hot sweat from his forehead, Lin Feng's excited mood gradually calmed down.

Although this staff art was quite good in his opinion, it didn't rank high in the "Ghost-Planting and Ghost-Raising Scripture."

That martial artist's corpse was directly rated as inferior, so the things planted from it were naturally not very good.

"Forget it, let's go back first."

Lin Feng knew that some things could not be rushed; for now, he was still that dull, honest Dog Egg.

He should continue to be his gravedigger, slowly planting corpses and accumulating strength.

If he performed too prominently, he would probably cause trouble; it was better to keep a low profile before his strength was low.

Carrying the wooden staff and the woodcutter's knife back to the wooden shack, Lin Feng sat on a chair and rested.

In the afternoon, when the sun was setting, the two bailiffs came again with the donkey cart.

"This unlucky guy was a thief who actually stole from the Wang family. Heh, he was blinded by greed, and after being caught, his legs were broken on the spot, and he died of pain before he could even be interrogated."

The black cloth covering the corpse was lifted, and a corpse with bloody and mangled legs appeared before Lin Feng.

The bailiff next to him seemed to know the ins and outs of the matter and started chatting with Old Quezi.

Hearing this, Lin Feng felt slightly relieved; he really didn't dare to rashly touch those corpses that died in unclear ways.

Similarly dragging the corpse to the open space in the graveyard, his predecessor was already quite skilled at digging holes and burying people.

Lin Feng swung his hoe continuously, and soon a dirt pit was dug out.

Throwing the corpse into the pit and burying it hastily, the corpse planting was completed.

The "Ghost-Planting and Ghost-Raising Scripture" in his mind opened again, and then the life of this thief was presented before Lin Feng's eyes like a slideshow.

Born into an ordinary family in his youth, but later became an orphan due to a fire.

So he drifted between beggars and gangs from then on, and by chance, he learned a set of light-body skills, thus becoming a thief. ===== CHAPTER 3 =====