C19 Something Happened

After that, my second uncle told me that he had been working as a Corpse Seeking Man for the past twenty years. The reason why he walked that path was also because of my father.

Twenty years ago, my grandfather was afraid that my second uncle would follow in my father's footsteps, so he ruthlessly chased my second uncle out. Although my second uncle left, he never gave up on finding my father's corpse. He went to ask for guidance from an expert and learned the technique of Corpse Seeking Man. Over the years, he helped others find many corpses from all over the country, but he could not find my father's corpse.

At the beginning, my second uncle had also suspected that my father had died from the Eviscerate Slash. However, if it was just the Eviscerate Slash, then there should be a soul after my father died.

The souls of the people who died in the Tragic Death City would go there to wait for the day of their death. For example, if someone was destined to be 90 years old, but died at 40 years old, then after his death, he would have to stay in Tragic Death City for 50 years until he was 90 years old before he could leave Tragic Death City and reincarnate in the underworld.

There were also some people who, because they were unwilling to die, or could not stand the long and boring waiting in Tragic Death City, chose to stay in the land of death and become a lonely ghost.

My second uncle said that he had read my father's fortune. My father could have lived to be 83 years old, but he was only 42 years old when he died. In other words, if my father went to Tragic Death City, his soul would need 41 years to be reincarnated. However, my second uncle had called my father's soul and used a great method to search for my father in Tragic Death City, but he could not find any news about my father. My father's soul seemed to have disappeared into thin air, and he had disappeared from this world.

I asked my second uncle, "Could it be that my father's soul has really disappeared? The murderer is so cruel. It is not impossible for him to kill my father's soul at the same time as he killed my father."

Second Uncle said, "I had thought of that possibility before, but if the murderer really shattered your father's soul, why did he take away his corpse? If he didn't die from the Soul Sealing Slash, he would only be a pile of dead meat. What's the point of taking his corpse away?"

Hearing Second Uncle say this, I basically agreed with the possibility that my father had died from the Soul Sealing Slash.

"That mysterious blade that has disappeared for a few hundred years has appeared again. However, this time, the person controlling it has no idea what the purpose is." Second Uncle said faintly, looking at me, "Longevity, this is the cause of your father's death that Uncle knows. After you hear this, do you have any good ideas about how to find your father's corpse and avenge him?"

Second Uncle's question stumped me. At this moment, I was thinking about a lot of things, but I had no idea how to avenge my father. It was only when Second Uncle asked that I realized that I had neglected a problem all along. I had been thinking about how to avenge my father all day, but I had never thought about what I should do to avenge my father. In other words, revenge had always been just an idea in my mind. I had no way to put it into action because I had no idea how to start! This discovery made me feel powerless.

Second Uncle saw that I was speechless and patted my shoulder. He said meaningfully, “Boy, I understand what you are thinking. It is good that you want to avenge your father, but revenge is not something that you can do blindly. The murderer who killed your father is a powerful and mysterious existence. With your shoulders that cannot be lifted and hands that cannot be held, what can you do? Do you think that you can handle this matter? If you don’t leave now, staying here is deliberately dragging me down!”

I realized that Second Uncle was really good at mocking people. He would say that I was a frog at the bottom of the well, and then he would say that I could not lift my shoulders or hold my hands. He was even afraid that I would drag him down! In his eyes, I, his nephew, was so useless!

I was unconvinced and wanted to retort a few words, but when I opened my mouth, I realized that I was speechless.

What Second Uncle said was actually right. I was 1.8 meters tall and weighed about 150 kilograms. My body shape was okay, but to be honest, I had never killed a chicken since I was young. If I really had to face the murderer who could chop off a person’s head with a wave of his hand, what could I do? I wouldn’t be able to run away from him, let alone that I might not even be able to face him! In this matter, I seemed to be really useless, but I didn’t want to leave just like that. Firstly, it was hard to leave my homeland, and secondly, I still had many questions that I had not answered. Especially after hearing what Second Uncle said, my desire to investigate my father’s matter became stronger!

I said, "Second Uncle, although I don't have much ability, I can still help you. I can run errands for you and cook for you. It's not a problem."

Second Uncle saw that I was acting shamelessly and did not seem to want to leave. He shook his head and said, "I will be out for a while. You stay at home and look after me. If anyone comes to look for my corpse, you must agree."

Second Uncle was talking about my father a second ago, and now he said he was going out. This topic was suddenly dragged to his grandmother's house.

"Where are you going?" I asked Second Uncle. My first reaction was that Second Uncle was going out to investigate my father and my brother. I had to follow him and not let him run away by himself.

Second Uncle had already stood up and picked up a small bag that he had packed up some time ago from the bedside. He put it on his shoulder and said, "I came back in a hurry this time. There are some things that I haven't packed. I will go back and pack them up. I will be back in three to five days."

As he spoke, he walked out of the door, but he paused and turned around to look at me. He then said, "In the days that I'm not around, if anything happens, you can find a thief."

Second Uncle left and left the thief cat at home. The thief cat was not polite at all. It ate and drank at my house. After it was full, it went to Second Uncle's house to sleep. When it woke up, it would occasionally steal my grandfather's wine. I had learned a lot. I thought that this cat must have become a demon. How could an ordinary cat drink wine?

Although a lot of things had happened in my family, I still have to live my life. After my second uncle left, I got busy again. I washed clothes, cooked, took care of my mother, went to the fields to work, went up the mountain to herd sheep… My life was still the same as before, but it was not the same anymore. The matter of my second uncle looking for a corpse had become a joke in the village. Wherever I went, people would ask me questions about my second uncle. They would ask me what my second uncle was doing.

I knew that they were all waiting to see the fun in my family, so I just laughed a few times to answer them. However, I also felt that if my second uncle didn’t lower the price of the corpse search, he wouldn’t be able to open his shop for the rest of his life.

However, things often went beyond one’s expectations. On the third evening after my second uncle left, I finished my farm work and went home. Just as I was preparing to cook, the door of my house was suddenly pushed open with a bang. Following that, an up and down voice shouted, “Chang-Changsheng, where’s your uncle? The village chief is asking him to come over. Hurry! Hurry! Something happened over there!”