Chapter 305 Three Funerals
Wu Xian was startled.

Ever since they came to Wuzang Village, Old Tang had been avoiding them, except for yesterday when he killed the water ghost and came out to explain the whole story to everyone.

Now that he can come over and ask Wu Xian questions on his own initiative, it means that the family members’ behavior of treating the elderly well since they came to the blessed land has paid off.

So Wu Xian nodded: "Yes."

Old Tang continued to ask: "Then just hold the funeral, what are you waiting for?"

"We don't know what a proper burial is, so we need to bury the bodies to try and make mistakes..."

Old Tang looked at the tall, rich and handsome man covered by the cloth.

"How many more are left?"

Wu Xian looked a little confused. From what Old Tang said, could he solve the corpse problem for everyone?

"Two. Two bodies that died of old age and have no ill will towards us."

Old Tang took a puff of his pipe, sighed, and looked away.

"Old Zhao, who lived in the same room with me, passed away this morning after dinner. He passed away peacefully without any pain. I talked to him about it but he didn't reply, and then I realized..."

"This old man was ill and couldn't walk or sit a few days ago. We were not able to take care of him. It was you who let him go in a decent manner. He won't hate you."

Old Tang's tone was calm, but his voice sounded a little trembling.

The reason he chose to live in Old Zhao's room was because he had a friendship with Old Zhao. The one who felt the most uncomfortable after Old Zhao's death was Old Tang. Perhaps it was because of Old Zhao's death that prompted Old Tang to make the decision to take the initiative to help Wu Xian and others.

"As for the second one...you guys follow me."

Old Tang tapped off the ash from his cigarette, stood up, and led everyone to a thatched hut and knocked on the door.

"Sister He, I'm here to see you."

There was no response from inside the door.

Old Tang pushed the door open directly. On the wooden bed in the thatched house, lying was an old woman with white hair and beard.

The old woman was wearing silk clothes. The fabric was of high quality and had delicate patterns. She was obviously from a wealthy family. Yet even such an old woman was driven to the Wuzang Village.

The old woman glared at Old Tang, obviously unhappy that he let so many people in.

"Sister He, haven't you always wanted to go back to the He family?"

Hearing the word "He family", the old woman suddenly became excited.

"The He family... Yes, I want to go back. They will come to pick me up. I don't want to become a wandering ghost. I can only survive if I return to the He family and be buried..."

Wu Xian and Du E looked at each other.

The He Family of the Undead City...

When they killed the water ghost, Wu Xian and others were certain that the He family must have played some role in making the world so strange.

I didn’t expect that this old lady was from the He family.

This old lady is the oldest person in Wuzang Village and also the one who seems to be in the worst condition. On the first day, she looked like she might die at any time, but she is still alive and well now.

Old Tang chatted with Old Mrs. He for a few words, and suddenly his tone became serious.

"Sister He, you can't go back."

Old Mrs. He's expression suddenly turned ferocious, but Old Tang ignored her and continued talking.

"You are not demented, so you should know that they will not come back to pick you up, but these guys can send your ashes back, so that you can be considered to have died in the He family..."

The old lady's ferocious expression turned back to normal and she asked Old Tang in a child-like tone.

"Will they?"

"They don't originally belong to Wuzang Village. Sooner or later they will go to the Undead City. Taking your ashes back is just a side job. If you don't believe me, ask him..."

Old Tang turned to look at Wu Xian. Wu Xian exchanged glances with the others for a few times before nodding.

"We can help with this!"

The old lady's withered face flushed with color and she muttered excitedly.

"Okay... okay, I can finally go back to the He family. I absolutely cannot die outside, I cannot..." Her words stopped abruptly, and her hands drooped beside the bed.

Old Mrs. He.

died.

Old Tang sighed.

"I shouldn't have told you."

"When everyone in the Undead City is about to die, they will be driven out of the city and either stay in Wuzang Village or in other villages, but the He family is the only exception."

Wen Chao's eyes suddenly flashed: "Is the He family not afraid of taboos?"

Old Tang shook his head.

"It is said that the head of the He family is favored by the 'Three Immortals', so the members of the He family can receive different treatment after death. I have lived for so long and have never seen a member of the He family die outside, but I have seen two of them in succession recently."

Du E said, "One is the water ghost."

Old Tang nodded.

"The other one is Sister He. She was originally a daughter of the He family who got married out. She should have returned to the He family when she got older, but her immediate family members were gone. The He family didn't recognize her and drove her out..."

"Her body had actually failed a long time ago, but her obsession to return to the He family had been supporting her, so she persisted for so long..."

Wei Qinglan's eyes were filled with resentment: "So when we agreed to take her back to the He family, her obsession dissipated, and there was nothing left to support her in her struggle between life and death..."

Old Tang stood up, leaned on his walking stick, walked out of the room, and looked at the sky in silence.

Wu Xian followed him out, wanting to ask him why he wanted to help, but Old Tang had no intention of communicating with Wu Xian anymore, and just walked leisurely into the room.

The old man was originally very healthy.

But in just a short while, Wu Xian felt that he had aged several years.

Maybe……

His time is almost up.

……

With the help of Lao Tang.

Wu Xian and others finally gathered three bodies.

Although it was somewhat immoral to be happy about the death, gathering all the bodies together really made them feel a lot more relaxed, so they immediately got busy and held a simple funeral for the three people.

With previous experience.

This time everyone is familiar with the route.

Since both Old Lady He and the tall, rich and handsome man needed to be cremated, everyone discussed it and decided not to do anything weird and deal with them separately today, and just cremate them all.

It's a bit hellish to say the least.

Because the body of the tall, rich and handsome man was sucked dry by the pale ghost, cremating him would save a lot of firewood...

Soon a huge pile of wood was piled up, and on top of the three bodies were placed some simple burial objects, clay figurines, cloth money, flowers, pottery bowls...

Although I don’t know whether these burial objects are appropriate, they are at least better than having nothing.

When the fire for burning the corpses was lit.

The old people in the thatched hut also came out one by one, and some even crawled out.

They gathered around the fire, silent. The firelight shone on their faces, making them look uncertain. No one knew what they were thinking.

Wu Xian guessed.

They must be envious.

These old people must also envy a normal funeral.

It was just that the strange rules of this world prevented them from enjoying the treatment that was supposed to belong to them. Perhaps in their hearts they were longing for themselves to be the ones lying on the fire...

(End of this chapter)