Deadly Forbidden Tomb

At first I thought it was the same name.

However, upon closer inspection, I realized that the age and age of the tomb owner was exactly the same as mine!

It wasn't a big deal that their names were the same, but their birthdays and months were actually the same. However, coincidences were obviously impossible.

The strangest thing was that the date of birth and the month of death on the grave were actually the same! In other words, birth meant death, and not even a day had passed. The day of the birthday celebration had ended, and in the end, a grave had been erected.

Seeing this, I took a few steps back in fright.

This is simply a grave for me!

No one can stay calm when they see their names and dates of birth and death engraved on the gravestone. I can stay calm enough without shouting. After a brief shock, I was even more puzzled.

The grave is my grave, but the question is, am I still alive and well? Who would build me a grave here?

I turned my confused gaze towards Third Uncle, who was minding his own business with the money on the incense stick. From Third Uncle's calm expression, it was obvious that he knew about this grave.

"Third Uncle, what exactly is going on with this grave? Why is my name carved on it?" I couldn't help but ask.

Third Uncle sat on his knees in front of the grave. The candlelight cast a shadow over his face.

After a long while, he finally said, "Changsheng, there's no need to be too shocked. This is indeed your grave, but it's different from what you imagined."

I was a little stunned. Aren't you surprised me? Do I have to see my body lying in there to be surprised?

"Third Uncle, what's going on?" "Who built a grave for me here?" I was in a hurry.

Third Uncle didn't answer my question directly. Instead, he asked, "Changsheng, do you know who gave you this name?"

Wasn't this name given by my parents? Who else could it be?

Hearing what I said, Third Uncle had a strange expression, but he nodded and said, "That's right, your father named you. From the day you were born, you were destined to have a rough life. So, he gave you the name Longevity … Li Changsheng... "

Third Uncle's words baffled me. I stressed a little and asked him about the grave.

Third Uncle was a bit hesitant, but after a while he said, "This grave was set up by an expert. In order to prevent your death, he stole the dragon and turned the phoenix, borrowing the heaven's luck to build this grave for you. I didn't understand it before, but now I realized the mystery of this tomb. Yin and Yang are transferred, life and death are intertwined. He used this tomb to transport you into disaster, allowing you to live to this day. It can be said that this is a complete change of fate! "

Having said that, Third Uncle suddenly sighed, "This kind of method is rarely seen in the world. Even if one has the ability, no one is willing to take the risk because this is a type of punishment that would cost one's life. Unfortunately, for some reason, the luck you borrowed has finally come to an end. That's why so many things happen to you these past few days. If it weren't for this tomb, you would have died long ago. "

Hearing that, I couldn't help but frown.

Was it really that mysterious? It was just a tomb, a place to rest for the rest of his life. Now, he was being duped into becoming a lifesaver by his third uncle.

To be honest, I don't quite believe in life. If it wasn't for the things that happened in the past few days, just like what Third Uncle said, I would have treated him as a trump card to deceive people.

Whether or not he believed it or not, I did not reveal it. Third Uncle did not intend to continue explaining and just gave up by kowtowing in front of the grave, lighting incense and burning paper to pay for it.

At first, I didn't want to, but Third Uncle's attitude was very unyielding, so I could only agree. It was a strange feeling to kowtow and burn paper money in front of one's own tombstone.

After doing all this, third uncle will let me rest for a while. Tomorrow, he will think of a way to bring me out of this mountain.

I felt something was wrong with the cemetery in the middle of the night, not to mention sleeping here. Just thinking about it made my hair stand on end. I didn't sleep. I just sat there with my arms crossed, looking around, afraid that something might pop out from the graves around me.

This graveyard should be close to the Ghost Village, and it seemed to be quite old. I think that before Ghost Village's villagers moved out, most of the villagers' families were buried here after they died.

Thinking about the contents of the coffins in Ghost Village, I was inexplicably afraid. The graves in front of me were near Ghost Village, and the things buried inside them, aren't they strange as well?

The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. The more afraid he became, the more he didn't dare to sleep.

While I was daydreaming, I suddenly saw something flash by in the corner of a certain grave.

My heart leaped. It can't be that bad, right? Whatever you say is what you say?

I was swallowing my saliva and looking around like a frightened bird when something flashed in the distance, like a figure. Because he was too fast, he could not see what exactly it was. However, he was certain that there was absolutely nothing good in the pile of graves.

I was scared out of my wits and immediately whispered to Third Uncle.

Third Uncle also noticed that something was wrong and frowned, gesturing for me to be quiet. After that, he took out two scarecrows from his bag. The scarecrows had hands and feet, and looked like they were only the size of a palm.

Afterwards, Third Uncle took out two more pieces of Yellow Talisman paper. After biting his middle finger, he wrote his name and the word "birthright" on the back of one of the pieces of Yellow Talisman paper.

Just when I was wondering, Third Uncle suddenly grabbed my hand and bit my middle finger. The ten fingers connected to my heart, the pain almost made me cry. If not for covering my mouth, I probably would have cried out.

After biting my middle finger, Third Uncle used the same method to write my name and the word birthright on another Talisman Paper with my hand.

After doing all this, Third Uncle put two pieces of Yellow Talisman paper on the back of the scarecrow.

Looking at this scarecrow with the Yellow Talisman paper, I felt very familiar with it. Last time I had a yin relation with him, Third Uncle also gave me the same scarecrow. It's just that the scarecrow used red cinnabar, and now it uses middle finger blood.

I didn't understand the difference, but I was sure that the scarecrow had some sort of double effect, as evidenced by the experience last time.

To be honest, I'm quite curious about where Third Uncle learned all these methods. I've known him for more than twenty years, but I've never seen him display such abilities. If the situation wasn't critical, I'd have to ask.

When the scarecrows were ready, Third Uncle placed them on the ground and then pulled me behind a pile of graves, only revealing a pair of eyes to observe the situation.

Not long after we had hidden ourselves, several figures began to approach the scarecrow's location.

At this time, Third Uncle actually closed his eyes and began to mutter something. The voice was low, but I couldn't hear it, even though it was close.

When the figures appeared in front of my grave, by the light of the candles, I could finally make out their faces.

The one in the lead is Faceless. However, the current him has already changed into my appearance. Even his previous female body has changed to have the same figure as mine.

This fellow is extremely bizarre. Not only can he change his appearance, he can even change his body. If I didn't see him with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it.

Besides my uncle, there was another person standing beside the faceless man. It was a person whose face couldn't be clearly seen. It wasn't that there was a problem with his vision, but that there was something odd about his face. It was as if there was a layer of mist covering it, making it impossible to see clearly.

It made me think of a person, or something that wasn't human.

The weirdest thing was that this person was even hugging the Village Head's daughter-in-law with one hand and the other hand was on his plump chest, massaging it without any restraint. It was obvious that he was a lecherous ghost.

After getting close to the scarecrow, the Faceless Man suddenly made his move and patted the scarecrow a few times. Under my astonished gaze, he smiled coldly. "You dare to sleep in a place like this? You really don't know your place!"

As he spoke, the Faceless Man grabbed the scarecrow and lifted it up. It was as if he was carrying a person.

This action caused me to be stunned for a moment. This fellow, is he trying to catch the grass with nothing to do?

I turned my head to look at Third Uncle and saw that he had his eyes closed the entire time and was mumbling something. However, compared to before, his forehead was already sweating profusely.

When I saw this, I immediately understood.

Thinking about it, this was Third Uncle's method. Through the scarecrow, along with something that I don't know, it could be used to deceive people. It's just that this thing looks too strange and mysterious. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that someone would treat scarecrows as if they were alive.

"I'll take this little one away, the old one will be handed over to you!"

The Faceless Man carried the scarecrow and was about to leave, as if he was in a hurry.

"Wait!"

At this point, the person whose face could not be seen suddenly opened his mouth, "Don't you think that this matter is too easy?"