The rustling sound coming from outside the village sounded like something wriggling.
Yang Cheng went outside and saw that in the darkness, a thick, long rope was wriggling on the ground, and around the thick rope were countless thin ropes, all of which were hanging from the thin ropes!
Some of the corpses had bluish faces and long tongues sticking out, clearly indicating they had been hanged.
Some had black faces and black blood flowing from their seven orifices, clearly indicating they died from poisoning.
Others were pale and swollen from being submerged in water, clearly having drowned.
Without exception, all the corpses, both men and women, were elderly.
A strange nursery rhyme echoed around them.
"In old age, there are no filial sons at one's bedside; the most filial son is the third son."
"Rope son, water son, but the fastest is medicine son."
In ancient times, some impoverished areas were unable to support their elderly parents, or the elderly became a burden to their children and grandchildren when they fell seriously ill and were abandoned or disliked. In such cases, they would choose to end their lives by committing suicide.
If her own sons won't support her, then she'll choose to use her three sons to send her on her way.
The easiest way is with a rope. It allows you to leave a complete body. Every household has a rope. Just hang yourself with a rope, and after a couple of thrashings, you're done.
The choice of who to jump into the river depends on the location. Some elderly people are so ill that they have trouble even walking, so jumping into the river naturally becomes a problem for them.
Another requirement is that it must be a large river, as small streams and rivers cannot drown people, so those who live by rivers or the sea will choose the son of water.
The fastest is the son who takes medicine, and naturally, the most filial son is also the son who takes medicine.
After a bowl of medicinal porridge, one can be full and ready to go on the journey. It also allows one to leave a complete body without much effort, unlike the suffering of hanging or drowning. Therefore, this medicine is very popular among the elderly.
Unfortunately, having a son who can provide medicine is not something you can just have whenever you want. Some elderly people are so poor that they can't even afford to buy a son who can provide medicine.
Yang Cheng placed his fingers together on his forehead, his Heavenly Eye emitting a faint light as he probed the origins of the thing before him.
The rope was entangled with the resentful spirits of countless old people. Each section of the thick rope was filled with the vengeful souls of countless old people, as if the vengeful souls of countless old people in the world had been collected into it.
Simply put, this thing is a composite of vengeful spirits and resentment. It may not only be in the virtual world, but also the resentment of countless elderly people who committed suicide by hanging, jumping into rivers, or taking poison in countless reincarnation worlds.
The next moment, countless ropes wrapped around Yang Cheng, with the corpses of old men with long tongues sticking out at their ends.
At the same time, a large torrent of water spread out beneath Yang Cheng's feet, instantly turning the flat ground into a bottomless river.
Countless white, bubbly ghostly hands reached out to grab his legs from the flowing water.
The surrounding air was filled with a poisonous aura that smelled sweet but was also filled with the scent of death.
Yang Cheng snorted coldly, and blood-red energy burst forth beneath his feet, instantly shattering all those ghostly hands.
At the same time, he pushed the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts to its limit, and the dazzling light protecting his body made it almost impossible for the poisons to get close.
The extreme sharpness of the three-pointed double-edged knife shone through, tearing the rope apart piece by piece, with dark pus and blood flowing out of the thick hemp rope.
However, although the rope was torn apart, it released the vengeful spirits within. In an instant, countless vengeful spirits rushed towards Yang Cheng, as if a hundred ghosts were walking at night.
Yang Cheng frowned and reached for the three-pointed double-edged sword.
Instantly, thick, fiery blood stained the blade. As Yang Cheng slashed outwards, the intense, violent blood energy instantly swept away a large number of the wronged souls around him!
With Yang Cheng's current physical strength, his blood and qi are the best materials for killing ghosts and demons.
Under the flashing blades, the wronged souls wailed and turned into fragments, and after a long while, they were finally cleared away.
Yang Cheng had just put down the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand when he looked around again.
The feeling of being watched returned, but Yang Cheng couldn't pinpoint the source of the sensation.
Further ahead, there was an open space in the village, covered with a strange kind of building.
That thing looked like a grave mound, but it was half round and half vertical, as if the grave mound had been cut in two.
These burial mounds had no tombstones, only a sign standing in front of them with three crooked characters that read "Earthenware Jar Grave".
This earthenware pot grave is not for burying the dead, but for burying the living.
It is said that in ancient times, some barren lands could not support the elderly. When the elderly were over sixty years old and no longer had the ability to work, they became a burden who ate but did not work. Their children would carry them to the earthenware burial ground, bring them a meal every day, and cover them with a brick.
After the bricks were sealed shut, the old man was buried alive inside, which was even more cruel than the rope that was used to kill his son.
Yang Cheng was staring intently at the clay pot grave, but the next moment everything went black before his eyes, and he was silently moved to a different location.
The surroundings were filled with the stench of corpses. The space was extremely cramped, with a round back and a vertical front. It was none other than the earthenware jar grave!
Yang Cheng was transported to this earthenware jar tomb without his knowledge.
"Space-based abilities? That's just a charade!"
Yang Cheng snorted coldly. Just as a ghostly claw was about to kill him, boundless bloodlust surged around Yang Cheng. In an instant, the Bloodlust God Monarch Dharma Form directly burst the entire pottery grave. With one punch, he shattered all the pottery graves. A group of old ghosts howled and ran out from them, surging towards Yang Cheng.
There are far too many strange things in this village, and Yang Cheng doesn't have time to waste here with them.
In fact, whether it was the rope son or the earthenware pot grave, Yang Cheng could solve them without much difficulty.
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