Chapter 277: The Village Without Burials
There are many elderly people in the village.

There were more than twenty of them, all with white hair and beard, wrinkles on their faces, and they were all at least sixty years old. These old men stared at the family members with a look of horror in their eyes.

It's just like……

Looking at a bunch of dead people!
This strange look made everyone feel a little uneasy.

Wu Xian glanced around and looked at each old man one by one. He saw that some of the old men had hunchbacks, some had cloudy eyes, and some were coughing constantly. Each of them looked like they would not live long.

The one in charge among these old men should be... Wu Xian's gaze fell on a lame old man.

Although the old man was lame, he was in good health. He was wearing a dirty long gown, leaning on a blackened wooden cane with one hand, and holding a wooden pipe with a yellowed mouthpiece in his mouth. He had short white hair and sharp eyes.

The house the old man walked out of was the largest one in the village, an ancient-style wooden building. The oil paper on the window was torn in half and the red paint had mostly fallen off. There were two lines of words like a couplet engraved on the door, but the words were so faded that they were difficult to recognize.

Wu Xian smiled and waved to the old man, but the old man ignored Wu Xian and just looked at Wen Chao, the oldest person in the team. It seemed that the old man didn't like young people very much.

When Wen Chao noticed it, he walked over and said hello.

"Brother, what's your name?"

Facing Wen Chao, who was also an old man, the old man's attitude was much better: "My surname is Tang, Tang Guangyun, and I am the village guard here. You can just call me Old Tang."

"Brother Tang, we are a scientific expedition team. We encountered some problems last night and ended up in your place. May I ask where this place is..."

Old Tang hesitated for two seconds, sighed and said, "This is Wuzang Village."

Wen Chao was stunned for a moment. This village name was worth studying, but not now, so he continued to ask.

"We are new to your place and don't know much about the local customs and taboos. Brother, can you tell us about it? It would be best if we could find a place to rest, as long as it can shelter us from the wind and rain..."

Old Tang glanced at the number of the newlyweds' families.

He turned around and went back into the house, and came out a moment later with a small package, which contained all his personal belongings.

"I'm going to live with Lao Zhao in that room. Since there are more of you, this spacious house will belong to you. As for customs and taboos, we will be neighbors in the future. We'll have plenty of time to chat."

Old Tang said this and walked to the side.

Wu Xian stood in front of him and asked.

"You said we'll be neighbors in the future. Does that mean we'll live here for a long time?"

Old Tang turned around and looked at the coffins and urns.

"Wuzai Village is a place for people waiting to die. You young people don't belong here, but since you have been in coffins and urns, you are also people waiting to die. This is our destination."

After saying this, Old Tang walked around Wu Xian.

Wu Xian was stunned where he stood. Old Tang looked at him with complicated eyes just now.

It seemed like pity, but also like ridicule.

After Old Tang left, the elderly people who were watching on the side all returned to their rooms as if they had received some instructions.

……

Not long after.

The only people left in the village were the newlyweds and their family and a dog.

The cold wind brought up some dust, giving me an indescribable feeling of desolation.

Through the conversation just now.

Wu Xian determined that the location of this blessed land mission was the Village of No Burial. Although there were still many mysteries to be solved, the most urgent task now was to settle down. Wu Xian had many things to think about, so he was the first to walk into this room.

As soon as Wu Xian entered the house, he smelled a strong strange odor.

There was a musty smell that had not been cleaned for a long time, and the rotten smell emanating from the dying old man.

The colors on the floor are wonderful.

Yellow, black, and different shades of blood stains indicate that Old Tang must have lived here more than just once. The small package on Old Tang's body also proves this point. He should not have been in Wuzang Village for too long.

Wu Xian found a relatively clean place, took off his coat and sat down.

This is when the benefit of wearing more clothes comes into play. He has another coat under his coat. After sitting down, Wu Xian began to review what he had seen and heard since entering the blessed land.

"No Burial Village..."

"It literally means a village without funerals, so why are there so many coffins and urns delivered here?"

"Old Tang said that we were waiting to die. It seems that entering the coffin has indeed brought us some negative effects. But that is the only way to survive. We have no choice but to go this way."

Wu Xian looked at the other family members and the newlyweds.

"Last night's danger was beyond belief. The only way to survive led us here, and no one has died so far."

"Perhaps everything from last night until I opened the coffin lid this morning was just the foreplay of this blessed land. The real blessed land begins from now on!"

Then Wu Xian opened the family members' certificates of ordination.

Time was too tight and the light was too dim last night, so he didn't have the chance to read the instructions for his loved one's certificate until now.

"Life is death, and death is life. We come from a coffin and we go from a coffin. This world has lost its 'funeral'. Please hold a complete funeral for yourself. The correct way of dying is the only way to escape from this blessed land..."

After reading this description.

Wu Xian’s brows furrowed and he almost wanted to curse.

You have to die to escape. Doesn't this blessed land give your family a chance to survive?

But Wu Xian immediately realized that this passage was actually a very clear guide. The so-called funeral was definitely not as simple as burying a person in a pit, but was some kind of complicated ritual. Only after completing the ritual and lying in the coffin could one leave this blessed land.

In addition, this blessed land is different from the previous blessed lands.

The previous blessed land mission belonged to everyone, and everyone could leave together if they completed a certain goal together, but this time everyone has to prepare their own funeral, so everyone’s tasks are separate. As long as you are capable enough, you can even leave others behind and leave early.

"No wonder this place is called Wuzang Village. I'm afraid it's more difficult than you can imagine to hold a proper funeral."

The thinking ends.

Wu Xian shared what he saw in the certificate of ordination with the newcomers who did not have certificates of ordination. They at least had the right to know how to leave this blessed land.

Next, everyone briefly exchanged information, as well as their own discoveries and ideas, and then dispersed.

Daytime is relatively safe.

They had a lot to do, such as surveying the environment and searching for food and water. Old Tang only provided them with a place to live, but did not provide any food or drink.

In addition, they also have to communicate with the old men and women as much as possible in order to obtain more information and prepare for the dangers that may come at night.

What Wu Xian wants to figure out most at this moment is.

What is a proper funeral?
(End of this chapter)