This is a large house, but it is very dilapidated. There is no decoration in the house. The only thing that is conspicuous is a window opposite, which is broken. When a gust of wind blows, it makes a "squeaking" sound, like a patient's moan before his death. There is also a pair of calligraphy and paintings hanging by the wall. Because there is a thick layer of dust, the contents cannot be seen. Other places in the house are covered with thick dust, as if they accidentally cough, and dust floats and is sucked into their nostrils. Because the light in the house is too dark, it took a long time to find that there are more than a dozen coffins lying in front of them. Some coffins are covered with some rags, and all coffins are covered with thick dust, the same color as the ground, so they are not very conspicuous.

Chen Feng sighed, this place will be his place to live in the future.

On the other side of the yard, there was a small dilapidated house with firewood and stoves. Chen Feng didn't need to close the door, so he came to Shelu Town again, bought some rice and flour, then simply ate some food, spread some straw on the ground, and then lay down heavily. This dilapidated house would be Chen Feng's kitchen and bedroom.

Fortunately, Chen Feng suffered a lot, and such a life was not difficult. However, this place was very close to the room where the corpse was stored. There was wind at night, and the broken door panels and windows were creaking. Chen Feng felt agitation and was in a state of great emotion. He couldn't sleep for a while.

Feeling the chill coming from the night sky, Chen Feng suddenly missed the strange bead and the broken bluestone. With only himself, perhaps these two things could bring a hint of warmth to himself. The beads can absorb corpse energy and can play a role here; the bluestone has always grown up with him, and even if it is broken, it is also a spiritual comfort. Chen Feng planned to retrieve the beads and bluestone immediately once he stabilized.

The crescent moon is like a hook. I don’t know what kind of bird is wailing, which makes Chen Feng, a fifteen-year-old boy, finally gradually feel fear in his heart. In fact, Chen Feng’s heart just came here, but the belief in avenging his grandparents and villagers supported him. Now that night is late, the fear buried in his heart finally spread quietly.

The fear of death has always been something he has to face since Chen Feng became sensible. Death is absolutely unavoidable. However, for a fisherman like Chen Feng who has a difficult life, he is increasingly attached to the opportunity to survive.

Every night, when Chen Feng faces the stars alone, the more he thinks, the more he discovers death is a mystery. In the story of his grandparents, there is a systematic explanation of people before and after death, but as he grows slowly, he easily discovers these loopholes in folk legends. A person cannot have experience of death, so it is impossible to give a complete and clear answer to the nature of death. However, he still listens with relish. In the monotonous life of the fishing village, the outside world always seems so mysterious and wonderful.

When a person is always in the shadow of death, it is easy to feel that all actions are futile and all efforts are meaningless. But Chen Feng is not like this, because he has the value of his own survival, that is, take good care of his grandparents. For the sake of the person he loves, he wants to survive. Now, the person he is closest to is no longer there, and Chen Feng needs to continue to find a reason to survive. Perhaps, revenge is one.

However, although Bai Ri's thoughts were full of faith, Chen Feng was quickly knocked down by fear in this dark environment. He felt that he did not dare to breathe loudly. If this continued, Chen Feng would not be scared out of fear. He hurriedly diverted his attention and wanted to let himself fall asleep as soon as possible or think about something else. But unconsciously, his thoughts returned to the topic of life and death.

Yes, as long as they are humans, they will die, but in the stories told by their grandparents, immortals can live with the world. Chen Feng is not sure whether the immortals exist. Even if they exist, the immortals are too far away from Chen Feng. However, previous experiences told Chen Feng that some people are not immortals, but can easily grasp the life and death of others, such as the Black Tide. With their hands raised, hundreds of mortals were wiped out and a village was razed to the ground. Chen Feng thought about it and found it incredible. If it weren't for seeing them with their own eyes, Chen Feng would not believe it.

"Immortal? Are there any immortals in this world?" Chen Feng couldn't help asking. As long as he met an immortal and received help, there was no doubt that no matter how terrible the enemy was, he could still take revenge.

"The immortal has been away from this world for a long time..." A hoarse voice suddenly came from the main house where the corpse was filled.

"Who?" Chen Feng hurriedly stood up and asked, but his hands and feet couldn't help but feel a little cold.

Perhaps he discovered Chen Feng's fear, and a hoarse voice came again: "Don't be afraid... I won't hurt you..."

There was only a "click" sound, as if it was the feeling of the worn wood being broken. Then, no footsteps were heard, and a person suddenly appeared in front of Chen Feng. The man was hunched over, his hair was messy, his eyes were small, his nose was sunken, his lips were dry, and his face was pale and pale. He was covered in a gray robe, and he looked like a ghost.

No matter how strong he felt inside, Chen Feng couldn't help but shudder.

"Huh?" Seeing Chen Feng's appearance, a slight light appeared in his eyes, which were not big: "What a heavy yang energy! Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"Who are you?" Chen Feng calmed down a little while hearing the visitor speak like a normal person.

"I? Hehe, although I am not a lonely ghost, it's almost the same." As he said that, the visitor looked down at himself, let out a low smile, but it seemed as if he was crying.

After a while of silence, the visitor continued, "I'm here to collect some things."

"Collection of things? Are you dead bodies? These are the only things." Chen Feng asked.

"It's not completely right. But it's also something on the body of a dead corpse. Do you know the corpse poison?"

Chen Feng shook his head.

"Corpse poison is the poison on the dead." The visitor stared at Chen Feng and said, "Ordinary corpses will rot and weather after being left for a period of time. However, there are several types of corpses that do not do this: First, people who were infected with strange poison before death. Some poisons will continue to play a role in the corpses, and some corpses will become strange poisons because of the effect of poison for thousands of years. Second, people with strong resentment before death. This type of person will secretly secretly in their bodies, making their bodies stiffer and less likely to change; third, corpses specially processed with secret techniques, such as the corpses of emperors and generals; fourth, people who were strong in their lives, but their bodies' energy has not been released after death, and there are people who have survived; fifth, people who were infected with Gu. Some Gu insects will occupy the human body for dozens or hundreds of years after death, keeping the body fresh; and another is a person like you."

"A person like me?" Chen Feng felt incredible. What kind of person am I?
Chapter completed!