Chapter 1 Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren

The Tongyang carriages slowly drove into the village across the stone bridge and stopped at the entrance.

Old Zuo said in a hoarse voice, "Everyone, we've arrived. I can only go as far as the entrance to Da Meng Village. This is where we make the delivery."

When I got out of the carriage, I saw all the dead people on the ghost carriage get off as well. Each of them was expressionless and lined up neatly at the entrance to the village. Some of the dead even carried bags of minced meat in their hands.

As I glanced at the dead at the village entrance, I noticed one of them deliberately moved the blood-soaked bag away from his feet, as if afraid of getting blood on them.

Have these dead people come back to life?

Just as I was about to take a closer look, I heard someone say faintly from the village entrance, "Has the goods all been delivered?"

I looked in the direction of the voice and saw a person lying on a rocking chair with a white towel covering his face.

Judging by his attire and the way his hands were placed on the chair, he should be an old man in his sixties.

Old Zuo whispered, "This person claims to be the village head of Da Meng Village. I always deliver the goods to him."

I nodded slightly, and Old Zuo walked over and said, "Village head, the goods you wanted have all been delivered. Do you have anything you want to send out?"

The village head didn't even move his body. "Why are there a few more people?"

Old Zuo said, "These four were picked up at the crossroads."

"As for the hundred or so people sent later, the consignor was killed, so I could only send you the consignor along with the goods."

The village head didn't seem to care about the origins of the dead people. He just gave a faint "Hmm" and said, "Alright, you can go now!"

"Come back in a few days."

"When you come, make sure the carriage is sturdy. I have a large shipment to send out."

I winked at Old Zuo, who quickly said, "What kind of goods do you want to send out? Where to?"

The village head said displeased, "Why are you so talkative now? You never asked these questions before."

Old Zuo laughed and said, "I've never delivered such a large shipment for you before!"

"I need to know how big the goods are and how far they need to be sent, so I can arrange the carriages, right?"

"You also know that in this day and age, horse-drawn carriages can't run on the roads, so I have to arrange for changing carriages along the way, right?"

"Otherwise, I can only pull them back to the factory and wait for customers to come and pick them up themselves."

The village head was silent for a moment and said, "This time, the goods must be transported by Tongyang carriages; other carriages can't handle them."

"The items aren't small either."

"How about this? I'll notify you when the items are ready. Stay in touch."

"Alright!" Old Zuo took the opportunity to tidy up the carriages and whispered to me, "I'll be waiting for you nearby. Contact me immediately if anything happens."

As I nodded slightly, the village head said faintly, "Come in, all of you!"

The dead people lined up one by one and walked into the village in succession.

I watched the dead people walk further and further away. "Do you think those people look like the dead?"

The dead, whether they have turned into jiangshi or living corpses, are different from the living.

Even the most skilled corpse refiners can't refine living corpses that are indistinguishable from the living.

Unless the living corpse has cultivated for many years and has a certain level of cultivation, becoming a corpse demon, can it move like a normal person.

The dead people entering Da Meng Village can not only move normally but also seem to have some level of thought.

Nie Xiaochun whispered, "Look at those few people over there; their legs are shaking as they walk. And the person next to them is choosing the safest route. That's what people in the martial world do."

Ye Yang added, "The person walking along the wall is a thief. Look at his footsteps."

I pondered, "So, all the dead people who enter Da Meng Village come back to life?"

"Does that mean the living people who come in must die?"

While I was still talking, the village head had already said, "Since you're here, don't just stand there. Come over here!"

I stopped about three meters away from the village head. This distance is considered the shortest safe distance by people in the martial world. Any closer, and the other party will become vigilant and highly defensive.

The village head said nonchalantly, "You can come closer. You can even take off the towel on my face and take a look. I don't mind."

After Ye Yang and I exchanged a glance, we walked straight over. "Then I'll have to accept your kind offer."

When I pulled off the towel from the village head's face, I saw a face without flesh.

The village head's face looked as if someone had scraped it with a knife. There wasn't a trace of flesh left, starting from the chin.

Only a pair of dark holes remained for eyes, and only the tongue in his mouth remained intact.

The village head chuckled, "Scared, aren't you?"

"After a while, you'll be about the same as me."

The village head continued before I could speak, "Alright, I won't scare you anymore. What are you doing in Da Meng Village?"

The village head's words really stumped me.

We don't even know what's in Da Meng Village. Can we directly tell him that we're here to find the Nine-Headed Serpent Jade or the Da Meng Stone?