He tried to reason with them, but to the people of Bian Family Village, what difference was there between tainting their ancestral land and digging dirt over their heads?
The two sides erupted into a lively chase, and it gave Wen Xu the feeling of having returned to the Mortal Realm. Hmm, he seemed to have experienced such noisy scenes before. He had even taken advantage of the chaos to steal offerings from other people's homes and eat them.
Perhaps because he had come to terms with it, Wen Xu no longer felt that his past had been so bleak. What he could recall were the few happy memories he had.
"Fellow villagers, we really didn't come here to cause trouble. My ancestor truly was from Bian Family Village. Otherwise, how could I have found this place? Right?"
The villagers did not listen at all, determined to drive the four of them out.
"My surname is Bian too, really. Look at me—don't I resemble someone from your Bian Family Village?"
But in truth, Bian Chunchou knew that this claim was outrageously far-fetched. His name had been casually chosen by his bargain-bin father; how could he possibly know where it came from?
He had thought things had become so awkward that he would have no choice but to sneak over in the middle of the night to dig a grave and bury his father. Who would have thought that the moment he said this, the villagers would lower their various farm tools instead?
"Second Brother's wife, take a look at this boy. Doesn't he look a little like..."
"Like Seventh Granduncle's girl, right?"
"But wasn't that girl already..."
The crowd began chattering all at once, but appearances alone clearly could not dispel their doubts. "Then tell us—what was your mother's name?