Chapter 63 Return of the Dead

The cool breeze at night is most hurtful.

On the hill behind Xiliu Village, a group of people were digging a deep pit with sad faces. There was a coffin parked beside them, but there was no one in the coffin, only some clothes.

Miss Jiang looked at everything in front of her. Her once bright eyes had now turned red, and her light was gone.

Qin Ming, Zhang Shiwu and others who came to help also had sad looks on their faces. Such a good young man was gone just like that. Matters of life and death are really too unpredictable.

Amidst the mournful music, Yang Lin walked forward, placed his hands on the coffin that had been nailed with copper nails, and said with a look of sorrow and pain: "Chong'er, why are you so cruel that you let your father die before his time?"

Yang Lin's wailing, accompanied by the mournful music played by suona and bamboo flute, made those who heard it sad and brought tears to their eyes.

If there is something more tragic in the world than an old person sending off a young person, it is probably that the black-haired person is the only offspring of the old person, and this is the case with Yang Lin right now.

The people who were helping around also looked reluctant. In order to maintain a good image, Yang Lin had always been kind and generous in the past. As for Yang Chong, he was a simple idiot son of a landlord. He was generous and had no bad habits. Naturally, he had a very good reputation in the village. Such a family had to suffer the tragedy of losing their loved one. Although the villagers could not empathize with them, they still felt heavy in their hearts.

As Yang Lin was heartbroken, the coffin slowly fell into the deep pit.

On a distant hill, a group of weirdos stood there, looking at a funeral in the distance with great interest. Those who could see excitement in a funeral must be a group of perverts, right?

But in fact, this group of weirdos are not only perverts, but also very normal people. They are the best among normal people and the elite among farming elites.

"Brother, tell me, is that kid really dead?" A rough-looking young man asked the leader.

"Ah Hu, the news we got from Weijiazhuang cannot be trusted. Before we see the body of that kid, nothing can be confirmed." The person who spoke was a sturdy young man. The most peculiar thing about him was that he had extremely luxuriant hair on his temples, which made him look more dignified despite his young age.

They came from a farming family, the same farming family that Yang Lin had feared all his life. After years of exploration, they finally found the last direct line of the Lu family.

As for the Qi royal family of the past, the current Tian clan King of Qi had long since let them go and did not kill them all, because they had already seized the Qi State that belonged to the Lu clan. However, the Tian clan Farmer clan was unwilling to do so, because they still had something they wanted but could not get from the Lu family.

Although the Tian clan seized the six tribes of Emperor Yan and turned them into the six halls of the current Nong family, there are some things they were ultimately unable to obtain. It is precisely because of this that although the Nong family has many masters today, they are not as good as the Confucian, Mohist and other schools in terms of top combat power. No true grandmaster has ever been born. Even with the combined efforts of the Six Sages, they are only comparable to the grandmaster.

The reason for all this is that those members of the Lu family took away the most core inheritance of the six tribes of Yan Emperor before they withdrew from the six tribes of Yan Emperor. What they want now is to take back the inheritance of Yan Emperor that should belong to their Nong family, so that the people of the Nong family can get the opportunity to be promoted to grandmasters.

Therefore, some of them, who represented the top fighting force of the young generation of farmers, came, including Tian Meng, Tian Hu, Tian Zhong...

"So, shall we charge in?" The first person to speak was Tian Hu, who had practiced the Tiger Soul Sword Technique and had already opened up the Yang Qiao Meridian and was about to open the Chong Meridian. His sword skills were domineering, and his strength was enough to rank among the top five among the younger generation of the Tian family of farmers. Even if one looked at the entire younger generation of farmers, he was a master who could be ranked among the top ten.

Seeing the target in front of him, he naturally thought of charging in directly because he believed he was strong enough to dominate South Korea.

"Wait a minute and see what Yang Lin is planning." Tian Meng said. As the leader of this mission, he prefers to plan before taking action. Their mission this time is not just to kill people. Killing people is only secondary. Their most important goal is to take back the inheritance of Emperor Yan from the hands of the Lu family. Before getting the inheritance, they cannot kill the Lu family directly.

"How long do we have to wait? When the time comes, we will fight our way out and let Tian Mi lure us with magic. Will we still not be able to find the inheritance of Emperor Yan?" Tian Hu was too lazy to wait. Seeing that Tian's long-cherished wish was about to come true, he didn't want to wait.

"Whether the illusion will succeed or not is still uncertain. What we want is to be foolproof, so wait a moment. Now that the prey is in the cage, how can it escape?" Tian Meng said.

Although Tian Mi's illusion is unique among farmers, the Lu family is not ordinary people after all. Tian Meng is not sure whether he can use illusion to get what the Tian family wants. Naturally, he is unwilling to put all his hopes on Tian Mi's illusion.

"Especially this person named Yang Chong. We can't act rashly until we find out his background. Yang Lin is already old, and is just a pile of bones in a tomb. But Yang Chong is different." Tian Meng reminded.

He looks rough, but he is actually the most thoughtful. He is far from being like Tian Hu, who looks rough but is actually even rougher.

"Okay, I'll listen to my eldest brother." Tian Hu thought about it and decided that it would be easiest to listen to his eldest brother, so he simply chose to shut up.

Under the gaze of the farmers, the coffin with only clothes on it had been buried. The pile of clothes stood alone on the hill, and someone was moving a tombstone in front of the grave.

At this moment, two figures appeared at the foot of the hillside. As the two men walked towards the hillside, the expressions of the people who were still immersed in sadness froze on their faces.

"How is this possible?" At this moment, everyone on the hillside felt a chill on their scalps.

Who did they see? They actually saw Yang Chong.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Yang Chong, who had already crossed the halfway point of the mountain, looked at the familiar people on the hillside with a smile and asked knowingly.

"Yang Chong?" Qin Ming was the first to react in shock. He wanted to walk down the hillside, but when he raised his feet he couldn't take that step.

"What is this?" Yang Chong's eyes passed over the crowd and finally landed on the tombstone. The smile on his face deepened: "It seems that I have missed a good show. Are you rehearsing the prelude to the dead? Then I, the protagonist, am a little late."

"You're not dead?" Qin Ming forced himself to gather his thoughts and realized that they had done something stupid on the hillside.

"Am I not alive and well now? How could I be related to death?" Yang Chong said in confusion and puzzlement.

"Good son, you're back. That's great, that's great." Yang Lin squeezed out of the crowd, came in front of Yang Chong in a few steps, and hugged him.

"Yes, I'm back." Yang Chong said.

The reunion of father and son, a touching scene was played out on the hillside, which made Qin Ming and others burst into tears. Although they did a stupid thing, fortunately the result was good.

Only Yan Lingji, who came with Yang Chong, curled her lips slightly: Ha, hypocritical man!
(End of this chapter)