ChangSheng the Undertaker

The mountains were vast and misty, shrouded in the dawn's haze.

A suona's cry pierced the mountain's tranquility.

Immediately following were the wails of the bereaved children.

The funeral procession slowly departed from Peach Blossom Village.

Within the procession, a young man in a green robe skillfully played the suona.

He had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a face like jade, and a somewhat slender figure, with a refined air amidst his delicate features.

A white mourning banner was tucked diagonally behind his neck.

A half-grown black dog followed beside him.

The mournful sound of the suona flowed from his mouth.

The single suona suppressed the gongs and drums, igniting the sorrow of the funeral procession.

As the procession moved forward, fine beads of sweat appeared on the young man's forehead.

"Alas, this body is truly too weak."

The young man's name was Bai Yu, a transmigrator of two and a half days.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary handsome guy.

He died suddenly from staying up late cultivating immortality.

When he woke up, he had become this unlucky fellow named Bai Changsheng.

The Bai family had a tradition of playing the suona.

A few days ago, his parents had been caught in a flash flood while rushing to perform at a funeral, and their bodies were never found.

No sooner had his parents died than the village bully, the Chen Family, seized their house.

Originally, the Bai family had exchanged two plots of paddy field for a piece of land with the Chen Family to build their house.

For more than a decade, everything had been fine.

Now that the Bai family was left with only one child, the Chen Family immediately turned hostile, claiming that the Bai family's house was built on the Chen Family's land.

They forcibly occupied the Bai family's house, naturally not returning the paddy fields, and even threw Bai Changsheng out.

Bai Changsheng was tough and simply died on the spot.

At this time, Bai Yu happened to transmigrate over.

Homeless, Bai Yu had no choice but to build a shed on the mountain to live in.

After transmigrating for a few days, Bai Yu understood a truth:

"Being handsome can't be eaten."

Just yesterday, the food at home had run out.

Fortunately, Bai Changsheng still had the family's skill of playing the suona.

It just so happened that there was a funeral in the village, so he came to join the funeral band.

Uncle Dazhuang, the drummer, was worried about whether Bai Yu could keep up with the rhythm.

As a result, Bai Yu's "Grand Funeral Dirge" almost sent him off instead.

Rhythm? Doesn't exist.

When the suona sounds, I am the rhythm.

Uncle Dazhuang was so amazed that he praised Bai Yu for having the makings of a bandleader.

"Old Bai has successors, our Peach Blossom Village's wind and percussion band is complete again."

Bai Yu joined on the spot and began performing funerals for people.

If he did this funeral well, he could gain a foothold in Peach Blossom Village and officially become a member of the professional team.

So along the way, Bai Yu put in his best effort.

He played the suona unhurriedly, firmly controlling the rhythm.

However, as the funeral procession went up the mountain.

Bai Yu's forehead broke out in sweat the size of soybeans, and his face turned a little pale.

This body was already congenitally deficient, and it became even more deficient after dying once.

Although his suona playing skills were not bad, his stamina couldn't keep up.

"No matter what, I must persevere."

Bai Yu persevered all the way, not revealing the slightest flaw.

Only Uncle Dazhuang noticed that Bai Yu's chest was already soaked with sweat.

Finally, the coffin was placed in the tomb.

Bai Yu's vision went black.

Fortunately, he finally persevered.

When he recovered, he noticed a blue light screen in front of him.

[Funeral Target: Zhao Laogen.]

[Identity: Farmer.]

[Cultivation: None.]

[Skills: Planting, Cooking, Logging.]

[Funeral Participation: 10%.]

[Reward: Strength +3, Life Experience +5.]

The hand Bai Yu held the suona with couldn't help but tremble.

But his face remained unchanged.

It seemed his cheat had arrived.

In his mind, there was an additional ancient scripture.

Burial World Record!

On the black cover, a star of white light would occasionally light up, then quickly dim again.

If one's eyesight was good enough, they would notice that the star of white light was clearly a great world.

There was a line of small characters on the cover.

Bury the Heavens, Bury the Earth, Bury the Myriad Realms!

Bai Yu's mind focused on the Burial World Record, and he immediately obtained its effects and usage.

First, he would gain longevity from the start.

Second, he would become stronger through funerals.

Each time he performed a funeral for someone, he could obtain some of the target's abilities.

Such as strength, Blood Essence, or even martial arts or cultivation.

Of course, this wasn't the right occasion to explore the cheat too much.

He calmly waited for the funeral to end.

Finally, the Taoist priest finished reciting the scriptures.

Bai Yu and the band played another song, "Ode to the Azure Sky."

"Dust to dust, earth to earth, once you go to the Yellow Springs, there is no return."

[Funeral successful, reward obtained: Strength +3, Life Experience +5.]

[Claim reward?]

Bai Yu didn't immediately claim the reward.

He was afraid that something strange would happen when he claimed it.

He followed the team back to the village for the final meal.

He sat at the table with the professional team.

Uncle Dazhuang and the others had a little wine and started bragging.

Bai Yu, on the other hand, buried his head in eating.

He seemed to be eating slowly and methodically, but in reality, he was eating very quickly.

He had been starving for the past few days.

In the blink of an eye, a small half of the food on the table was gone.

Uncle Dazhuang and the others exclaimed that this kid was terrifying.

They stopped drinking and bragging and hurriedly joined the ranks of eating.

Half an hour later, Bai Yu rubbed his full belly and walked towards his home.

Before leaving, he even took a red plum from the fruit plate on the table.

Most importantly, he had ten coins in his palm.

The band received twenty coins each.

Bai Yu was underage, so he only received half the pay.

This was the law of the countryside: only adult men were considered formal labor.

Children and women were only considered half a person.

He took the ten coins and bought a dozen pounds of sweet potatoes from the village store.

This would at least last him a week.

Bai Yu carried the sweet potatoes home, in a great mood, and whistled.

A half-grown little black dog came running over from a distance, wagging its tail.

"Old Mo, I want to eat fish."

As if understanding human speech, the little black dog jumped into a small stream and splashed around.

After about half an hour, it emerged from the water with a finger-length fish in its mouth.

"Alright, tonight we'll have roasted sweet potatoes and fish soup."

Bai Yu cheered.

He carried the sweet potatoes, and Old Mo carried the little fish.

A boy and his dog, relying on each other for survival.

Bai Yu took a plum from his sleeve, took a bite, and a bitter taste exploded in his mouth.

But after the bitterness, a hint of sweetness came to the tip of his tongue.

Suffering ends and sweetness begins.

Seeing Bai Yu eating alone, the little black dog jumped up and down, barking as if to condemn Bai Yu's lack of loyalty.

"Woof~ woof~."

Bai Yu put the remaining half of the plum into the little black dog's mouth.

The little black dog took a bite, and this time it jumped even higher.

"Woof woof~ woo~"

So bitter and astringent, it was too awful.

Bai Yu put the plum pit into his palm and chuckled:

"It's not ripe yet; it'll be delicious when it is."

The little black dog followed Bai Yu, grumbling as if to say:

"Even though I'm not human, you're a real dog."

The boy and his dog soon returned home.

It was a shack made of branches and thatch.

A dull wood-chopping knife, a suona horn, and a half-broken jar were all Bai Yu's possessions.

As for the rest of his property, it had all been seized by the Chen Family.

Bai Yu looked at the dilapidated shack and said to the little black dog:

"Old Mo, we're not in a hurry."

"If the world deceives me, slanders me, and looks down on me, what should I do?"

"You should tolerate him, indulge him, and ignore him."

"In another hundred years, dig up his grave, whip his corpse, and exterminate his entire family."