I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 227 - 131 Man? Fierce!_2

When do you plan to repay the money? Let’s see.

Will it work out or not? Let’s see.

"..." The couple inside the house almost choked.

If it weren’t for the fear of not being able to fight off the filth outside, the couple might have already lost their patience and made a move!

Leaving the courtyard, Xu Qing walked two miles towards the south of Guanmen Village. He only stopped when he reached a solitary house with its own gate and courtyard.

He knocked on the door, but no one responded.

Qi Observation Skill activated, and there was dead silence.

Xu Qing looked puzzled. Could it be that the fat guy hadn’t made it home yet?

He took out the Corpse-Seeking Compass, and the needle spun wildly before finally pointing in a specific direction.

In the dead of night, Xu Qing looked at the Compass, feeling perplexed as he wondered why not even Guan Huapuo’s corpse was at home.

Xu Qing stepped towards the direction indicated by the Compass. At this moment, the wind and clouds were shifting in the sky, and the bright moon had hidden behind thick clouds. A gusty wind blew from Old Platform Mountain, causing the doors and windows of every household in Guanmen Village to rattle noisily.

Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger.

The changing weather really seemed like a ferocious tiger coming down from the mountain or an evil dragon descending!

Just as the storm was about to hit, twenty miles away from Guanmen Village, Sun Fatty was driving his donkey cart, preparing to retrieve his old mother’s corpse from the mortuary.

The mortuary, though called such, was actually a dilapidated small temple.

Upon closer inspection, the temple gate bore mottled characters, faintly spelling out some "Lord Temple."

The character before "Lord" was too worn by time, weather, and rain to be legible.

The temple had been around for years, but due to a lack of incense offerings, it was repurposed as a place to store corpses.

Sun Fatty’s mother, Guan Huapuo, had been killed by a tiger outside, and because the location was quite close to the temple, Sun Fatty stored his mother’s body there while he drove to the city to arrange for a coffin.

After tying up the donkey, Sun Fatty entered the temple.

In the small dilapidated courtyard of the temple, there was a dry well and a crooked tree, which had a rope hanging from it, a scene that looked somewhat familiar to him.

Sun Fatty glanced around, thinking how when he last came, no one had hung themselves. So why was there such a rope now?

Though suspicious, he didn’t take it to heart.

After all, the rope was empty, with no body hanging from it. It was eerie at most, but not frightening.

Besides, his mother’s body was in the temple, so how could he be scared?

This is the strange part about people: if a stranger died, no matter what kind of person they were in life, it would always bring a sense of bad luck and fear.

However, if a loved one passed away, not only would there be no fear, but even if they laid on the same bed and stayed in the same room all night, there would be no sense of fear.

Thinking of how good his mother had been to him in life, Sun Fatty felt no fear, only sadness and loneliness.

His mother was his only relative. Now that she was gone, he would be all alone.

"Mother, I’m back. I made you wait a long time. Don’t be afraid."

Sun Erzhuang entered the Incense Hall, first speaking to the inside, and then lighting the candle he held with a Fire Stick, placing it on the altar.

Only when the temple was flickeringly illuminated did Sun Erzhuang walk to the straw mat that wrapped his mother’s body by the light.

He kowtowed three times, said in a soothing tone that he had come to take her home, and then carried Guan Huapuo’s body out of the Incense Hall.

At this time, the wind in the small dilapidated courtyard was getting stronger, and the rope hanging from the crooked tree was swaying back and forth.

Sun Erzhuang was somewhat scared, but remembering he was carrying his mother on his back, his heart settled again.

Walking steadily out of the temple gate, Sun Erzhuang came to the place where the donkey was tied.

It was a tree. As Sun Erzhuang reached the tree, he frowned.

He saw no sign of the donkey. Not only was the donkey gone, but even the rope to tie it was missing.

Sun Erzhuang circled the tree, wondering if the donkey had freed itself and run off, so he started calling out for it.

"You heartless creature, if you’re going to run off, at least leave the coffin I bought for my mother. She’s waiting to be buried, and yet you left without understanding this..."

After calling for the donkey without any effect, Sun Erzhuang started to complain.

While he was complaining, a chilly wind suddenly blew from behind, mixed with a fishy smell, as if some beast was approaching him.

Sun Erzhuang’s fat body trembled as he turned around.

He saw nothing behind him, empty as he had imagined.

Sun Erzhuang let out a sigh of relief, but just then, a voice suddenly sounded beside him!

"Hey, fat guy! What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Sun Erzhuang’s legs went weak, almost kneeling on the ground.

Turning around with his mother on his back, he saw a tall, imposing man who had somehow appeared beside him.

The man was wearing a short shirt, his chest muscles resembling freshly cast iron plates, exuding a robust aura.

Seeing Sun Erzhuang frozen in place and silent, the man reminded him, "You’re not far from Old Platform Mountain here. It’s unsafe at night. An old woman was killed by a monster a few days ago. I suggest you leave as soon as possible; don’t linger here..."

"Oh, oh!" Sun Erzhuang came to his senses upon hearing this and quickly agreed twice.

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