Children could do many things adults would never dare imagine.
The children of Woniu Village were doing their part to ease the adults' burdens. Under the leadership of Woniu Village's Great General Zhang Qi, they surrounded the haunted old grave, vowing to destroy the Ghostly Entity and restore peace to the Back Mountain.
If the villagers found out, their buttocks would surely be beaten into blossom.
There really was a Ghostly Entity in the grave. Bai Yujun could clearly sense the ghostly fluctuations emanating from the burial mound.
There had originally been nothing wrong with the old grave. It had even been a Feng Shui Treasure Land. It had been mentioned before that no matter how fine a grave site was, it could not withstand the ravages of time. A stream changing course, a mountainside collapsing, mudslides, landslides—any number of factors could alter a grave's feng shui. Some places feared disturbance most of all; the slightest change could turn a treasured land into a deadly ground.
At the same time, there was another bad custom that was even more fatal.
After certain immensely wealthy, noble, or high-ranking people died, they did not want their bodies to rot. They used all manner of herbs and stone powders to preserve their corpses, making them incorruptible for centuries or millennia. To Bai Yujun, this practice had much the same ingenious charm as pickling salted vegetables.
It was fine as long as nothing went wrong. If the corpse did not decay, then so be it. The worst thing was when something did go wrong.
Thus, the undying corpse, unwilling to endure loneliness, would crawl out and create some moving, tear-jerking story—uh, accident.
Inside the old grave, two dim green points of light appeared within the stone coffin...
Up in a tree, Bai Yujun held