Chapter 291 Old Tang's Story

"Beast!"

"This little one whose hair hasn't even grown out yet..."

After closing the door.

Old Tang paced around the room angrily, but even though his beard stood up with anger, he didn't dare to make a loud noise even to curse Wu Xian.

When I think of Wu Xian’s furious look.

Everything in Old Tang's mind seemed to be taken away, even Wu Xian's appearance became blurred, leaving only a pair of furious eyes filled with murderous intent, seeing through his flesh and striking directly into his heart...

"Old Tang, tell them everything."

Suddenly, Old Tang heard the voice of another old man in the room. He turned around angrily and retorted.

"You make it easy, why don't you go?"

The old man lying there was stunned for a moment: "I didn't say anything?"

Old Tang felt like he was falling into an icy cave.

I saw a ghost with four legs and four arms like a spider lying on the lying old man. The ghost was covered in blood, its head was pressed against the old man, and it made the same sound as the old man.

"Old Tang, tell them everything!"

This strange thing was clearly on the old man's body, but the old man still looked confused and had no idea how terrible things were happening around him.

The ghost crawled towards Lao Tang, repeating the same words over and over again.

"Old Tang..."

……

Seeing that Du E was confident.

Wu Xian knew that she was playing some tricks again, so he was no longer in a hurry. He found a small stool and sat in front of Old Tang's door, waiting for him to come out and confess to everyone.

Crunch!

Old Tang pushed the door open and grabbed Wu Xian's hand.

"Don't you have questions to ask? Just ask. I will tell you everything I know!"

Old Tang was very afraid of Wu Xian just now, but now he feels that Wu Xian is very kind and gives people a warm sense of security.

Wu Xian narrowed his eyes.

He originally only wanted to ask about things related to porcelain paper figurines, but Old Tang rarely took the initiative, so his questions had to start from a long time ago.

"Well... let's start from the beginning of the world."

Talking about the creation of the world is just a joke, but the time span of Wu Xian’s question is indeed very long.

The history of this world is completely different from the real world.

The technological progress was about a hundred years behind, and the last feudal dynasty collapsed only forty years ago. After that, a new force should have taken over the country.

But just when the old and the new were changing.

Something terrible happened.

He was originally just a craftsman who was carving tombstones, but he accidentally stabbed the carving knife into his own eye.

Then a paper-making shop was set on fire by cigarette ashes.

Then, a funeral home employee was cleaning the body oil and ashes in the incinerator, and someone forgot to close the incinerator and burned it to ashes...

These are just the disappearance of a few deaths.

Until the crisis becomes closely related to everyone, the flower fields wither, the birds disappear, and large numbers of dead fish float in the water...

People were horrified to find that all industries related to funerals had become extremely dangerous. Some people began not to bury their dead but to throw the bodies into the wilderness.

Slowly, the world became the distorted form it is today...

Old Tang is just an ordinary old farmer. He doesn't understand the higher-level and more confidential things, but through his description, his family members also understood the process of change in the world.

After listening to the historical changes, Wu Xian began to ask questions about ceramics and paper figurines.

The ideal situation would be that there were blue and white porcelain and paper figurines for sale in the Undead City, so that they could just buy one and be buried properly.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing these two things, Old Tang's face turned ugly.

"It's impossible to buy these things in the Undead City."

"Paper figurines, paper money, and ceramic utensils would bring disaster if left at home, so all similar items were destroyed. Some craftsmen who knew how to make them committed suicide, some were killed by others, and some died inexplicably at home..."

"In short, no one else can provide you with these two products."

"The only things you can buy in the Undead City are the most common paper and ceramic plates and bowls. Don't even think about anything more complicated."

Wu Xian and Jian Lingyu looked at each other and saw the bitterness in each other's eyes.

The others were also startled.

Although they had not shared intelligence yet, through Wu Xian and Jian Lingyu's questions, they could guess that these two things were necessary to complete the correct ritual.

Wen Chao frowned.

"Paper figurines are easy to make. As long as we can buy paper and some paint, we can make them ourselves. At most, they will just look a little ugly."

"But blue and white porcelain... that's difficult to deal with."

"Give me enough time and information, and I should be able to replicate it, but we probably don't have that much time."

The situation reached an impasse.

Even if Wu Xian and his companions obtained the information about the correct burial location, it would be useless if they could not find these two things.

Du E stared into Old Tang's eyes and felt that he had not yet said something clear, so she moved her fingers slightly, and Old Tang seemed to be suddenly startled.

"As for the solution, it's not that there is no solution, but I don't know if it is feasible..."

Old Tang hesitated for a moment.

“That was when I was young.”

At that time, Old Tang was a well-known street thug in the local area. He was born with a fearless character. Although the world was becoming more and more weird, he believed that as long as he was brave and full of blood, even ghosts would retreat away.

There are even rumors that female ghosts were forcibly exorcised by strong men.

At that time, Old Tang was not young and had no wife, so he was hot-tempered and thought about women all day long. Until one day, he couldn't bear it anymore and secretly ran to a nearby widow's house at night.

He had the intention to steal but not the courage, so he just lay on the low wall and peeked into the window.

As time went by, something happened.

He saw the pretty young widow combing her hair in front of the mirror at the window. While she was combing, her scalp fell off. The horrific scene almost scared Old Tang to death.

When he climbed down from the low wall, he discovered with horror that what he was lying on was not a low wall, but a tall tombstone!

Then look behind you and to your left and right.

The moonlight was pouring down all over the sky, and the scenery in the Undead City disappeared quickly. In its place were tombs one after another. Horrible phosphorescent lights were floating in the air, and there was a faint laughter lingering in the air.

Old Tang didn't know how he got home.

In short, when he woke up the next day, one of his legs was lame, and he was disabled for the rest of his life.

Listen to his story.

Wu Xian asked him in confusion: "What does this have to do with our search for porcelain and paper figurines?"

Old Tang clapped his hands.

"It does matter!"

"Since the catastrophe, all the cemeteries have been destroyed."

"The mass grave I saw may be the only cemetery you can find. There are offerings, paper figurines, funerary objects, and burial objects left over from forty years ago in that cemetery... You can only find them there!"

(End of this chapter)