Chapter 2: Home is Where the Heart Is

  Liu Hao had Ou Benqing's bodyguard shot once, and if he were to be buried alive again, this suffering would far exceed the suffering of death in Buddhism by tenfold or a hundredfold.

  Liu Hao felt dizzy and had a floating feeling, if the coffin was softer, not so hard, it would be like sitting in a sedan chair, and should be heading to the graveyard.

  "Taishang Laojun, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Tathagata Buddha... Please give me some strength, not too much, just enough to smash the coffin and shout out loud!" Liu Hao knew his time was running out, so he had no choice but to pray.

  "Yang's wife, Wu Xiucai has left, and you're all alone guarding these few rooms. In the deep mountains and wild ridges, if ghosts start making trouble, won't they scare you to death?" A frivolous voice rose up, with a hint of malice in its tone.

  "This is outrageous! I'm not even dead yet, and someone's already trying to steal my wife!" Liu Hao was furious in his coffin. This wife, whom Liu Hao had never met and didn't know if she had a melon-shaped face or a pockmarked face, had deeply moved him with her profound sorrow, and he couldn't help but want to protect her.

  "Wu Liang, you heartless rogue! Wu Lang just left and you... Wuuu!" A tender and delicate female voice rang out, filled with sadness and indignation, loudly accusing this scoundrel named Wu Liang. As soon as the words were spoken, she couldn't help but burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

  "Wu Liang, say a few less words." A slightly hoarse voice rang out, it was Third Uncle, scolding Wu Liang.

  "Third Uncle, we often have ghosts here..." Wu Liang argued stubbornly, using twisted logic to justify himself.

  "Shut up!" Third Uncle's rebuke was very severe, filled with anger.

  "Not saying is not saying!" Wu Liang was very dissatisfied and pouted.

  "Is it Wu Liang? I remember! If I don't die, humph!" Liu Hao snorted in the coffin.

  After Liu Hao became disabled, his girlfriend who had been discussing marriage with him resolutely broke up with him. This was a pain in his heart. The wife he had never met, no matter what her appearance was like, simply based on this sad and indignant emotion, was enough to make Liu Hao angry for her.

  Wu Liang said nothing more, and the only sound on the way was wailing. Yang Niangzi's voice was particularly special, tender, clear, pleasant to listen to, and extremely sorrowful. Listening to her mournful sobs, Liu Hao had a better impression of her.

  "We're here!" Wu Liang's voice rang out again, but this time it was full of joy, and that was because he was happy to see Liu Hao about to be buried.

  "Alas!" Third Uncle sighed and said no more.

  Liu Hao only felt a sudden jolt, the coffin came to a stop, and then there was a thud. Liu Hao's vision began to blur, he was getting closer and closer to the gates of hell, if he didn't regain some strength soon, he would really be buried alive.

  "Farewell, dear friends!" The loud voice shouted again.

  As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of farewell sounds rose up, just like friends bidding each other farewell.

  "Big brother, take care!"

  "Wu Xiuzai, farewell!"

  These mournful cries, Liu Hao heard in his ears, like thunder rumbling on the eardrum, buzzing in his head, almost fainting, shouting: "Give me strength! Give me strength!"

  The heavens are always neglecting those who suffer, Liu Hao did not get the strength he had been longing for.

  "Lower the coffin!"

  The loud voice was a harbinger of doom, Liu Hao's vision went black, and he felt another jolt, then moved forward a short distance before sinking down again, followed by one more slight collision, after which there was no further movement.

  Has already entered the tomb!

  "Long live the tomb!"

  As the loud voice rose again, a rustling sound came, like silkworms eating mulberry leaves. Liu Hao knew that they were burying something.

  This isn't burial, this is burying people alive!

  No!

  Liu Hao let out a reluctant roar, as loud as thunder.

  A group of people outside the coffin, pouring soil and making every effort to bury it. Especially Wu Liang, who was particularly vigorous, sprinkling the soil heavily onto the coffin, like a mud dragon, looking at his appearance, as if he couldn't wait to bury Liu Hao tightly.

  At this moment, a thunderous roar came from the coffin, as if a fierce thunderbolt was exploding in their ears, stunning everyone into a daze, staring blankly and bewildered.

  "It's a fake resurrection!" Wu Liang only felt a chill run down his spine, his back turned cold, and cold sweat poured down.

  "Hurry, go invite the immortal!" Third Uncle's voice trembled, stuttering.

  A crowd of people outside the coffin were pale, their legs trembling with fear, wanting to escape, but their legs wouldn't obey, and they could only stand there like wooden stakes.

  "Ah!" Yang's daughter's tender voice rang out, revealing infinite horror.

  "Wu Lang, Wu Lang, is that you?" Yang's wife asked cautiously, her voice trembling. Her hands were clenched together, her knuckles white, her face pale, and her eyes wide with fear, her small body shaking violently, clearly terrified.

  "It's me! Let me out!" Liu Hao's voice was noticeably weak. That one shout had used up all of Liu Hao's strength.

  "Wu Lang, it's really you! Wu Lang, bear with me, I'll open the coffin!" Yang Niangzi was overjoyed and trembling all over, her small body shaking as she rushed towards the coffin.

  "Halt, that's not a man, it's a ghost!" Wu Liang wanted to stop her, but he didn't dare get close to the coffin. He could only watch as Yang's wife rushed to the front of the coffin, raised the hoe in her hand, and was about to open the coffin to rescue the person inside.

  "Slow down!" Third Uncle's voice was still trembling: "Is it a person or a ghost? We need to ask clearly."

  "Third Uncle, even if it's a ghost, we must rescue Wu Lang. Third Uncle, don't worry, Wu Lang has the best heart, he will never harm you!" Yang Niangzi was also uncertain, whether there was a person or a ghost in the coffin, but she spoke well of Liu Hao.

  "What a good person!" Liu Hao sighed in his heart and urged: "Hurry up and let me out!"

  Third Uncle was obviously persuading Yang's wife, urging: "Hurry up, hurry up and let Jiu'er out. If Jiu'er's heart is good, even if he's a ghost, he won't harm people. Have you seen Jiu'er harm anyone?"

  Liu Hao heard it in his ears and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that he wouldn't be the one to get stuck with this crappy job, taking big deep breaths as he waited to be rescued.

  A loud rumbling sound erupted, like a crack of thunder, shaking Liu Hao's ears buzzing. But to Liu Hao, it was as heavenly music, especially beautiful and pleasant to listen to.

  A small gap appeared in the coffin, a sliver of light came through, Liu Hao's eyes were unaccustomed to it, and he reflexively closed them. The heart that had been suspended finally fell back down.

  The coffin lid was lifted, sunlight poured in, and Liu Hao felt warm all over his body, just like a brazier, finally having a hint of warmth.

  "Wu Lang!" A clear and pleasant voice rang out, full of surprise and delight. A petite figure rushed over, a pair of small white hands grasping Liu Hao's cheeks.

  Liu Hao felt the coolness transmitted from the small hands, as well as the slight trembling, revealing the owner's panic.

  Liu Hao took a look and found that it was a 14 or 15-year-old girl, with a delicate melon-shaped face, smooth and tender, like a crescent moon, exuding freshness and loveliness. She wore coarse hemp mourning clothes, tied a white cloth on her head, her eyes were red and swollen, her eyelashes were wet, her little nose was frozen red, and she looked at Liu Hao with a hint of fear.

  Isn't this too small? Are you in grade 7 or grade 8?

  Is this his own wife? Although it's not the right time, Liu Hao still had a small cold sweat: This is an old cow eating tender grass!

  "Wu Lang! Wu Lang!" Yang's wife exclaimed with joy and quickly helped Liu Hao up.

  "Don't worry, I'm fine! I'm fine!" Liu Hao said, although he was almost out of energy, but couldn't help comforting her, as she looked so pitiful and helpless.

  He said it was nothing, but he almost fell over backwards. If Yang's wife hadn't supported him, he would have definitely fallen headfirst into the coffin.

  "Hurry up and get out! Hurry up and get out!" A middle-aged man with a face full of vicissitudes shouted at the crowd, very surprisingly.

  Liu Hao realized that this was Third Uncle. This third uncle was a simple and honest rural person, who should not be very old, but looked exceptionally old, appearing to be in his forties or fifties.

  "Third Uncle!" This Third Uncle cried bitterly, although it was more for the glory of the Wu family line. Liu Hao still had a good impression of him and called out to him with a sincere "Third Uncle".

  "Hmm!" Third Uncle was particularly delighted, puffed out his chest, as if being called "Third Uncle" by the scholar was a great honor.

  A group of people lifted Liu Hao out of the coffin with all their might. Liu Hao took a look and thought it was lucky that the soil had almost reached the lid, if they were any later, he would have only been able to enjoy being buried alive.

  Another glance around, there were about twenty or thirty people, all of whom were busily and excitedly rushing to and fro. However, only one person did not show any joy, but instead had a look of discontent. This person was always slow in doing things and dragged his feet, and he should be Wu Liang. Liu Hao gave Wu Liang a stern glance before turning away.

  There are quite a few funeral objects here, and the funeral is indeed grand. Among these Ming dynasty artifacts, the most eye-catching one is a brave warrior, holding a halberd, with a fierce gaze, just like a Vajra, very intimidating.

  This sundial is called Fangxiang, which is the most commonly used sundial.

  "Hurry up and send it back, send it back!" San Shu was busy giving orders, running around in circles, but on his old face was a smile: The big man of the Wu family's clan hadn't died, and someone had brought honor to the Wu family's clan again!

  Several young people about Liu's age gathered around, one of them shouting: "Brother Xiucai, I'll carry you on my back!"

  Liu Hao was out of energy, his legs as stiff as wooden sticks, and it was impossible to walk back. He had no choice but to lie on the young man's back. The young man carried Liu Hao on his back, shook him twice, and weighed Liu Hao's weight: "Xiucai brother, you've lost a lot of weight!"

  Taking big strides and running quickly forward.

  A crowd of people surrounded Liu Hao and said some flattering words, praising Liu Hao, saying that the scholar was extraordinary, a big shot, and the pride of Wujiacun.

  What's so impressive about being a xiucai? Liu Hao has seen countless xiucai, and if he randomly throws a bamboo stick, it will hit ten people, nine of whom are xiucai.

  Yang's daughter followed Liu Hao, occasionally sizing him up, with a joyful expression on her face. Even with a pale complexion on her delicate face, it was unclear whether she was worried or tired.

  "We're home! We're home!" After a while, a group of young people cheered.

  Liu Hao took a look and saw that in front of him were two thatched cottages, each only about four or five zhang long and wide. The walls were made of branches tied together, with big gaps and small gaps, it was unknown how many there were. Some of them were also crooked and not very sturdy, if a strong wind blew, they might be blown down.

  "Is this a home? A doghouse! Hmm, if it's a doghouse, it's a bit big. A cowshed, a cowshed is the most suitable!" Liu Hao thought for a moment and found a very suitable reference object for this house.

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