I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 229 - 132: Ghost Shadow, Skinny Tiger

One fine living person disappeared in a flash just like that in the middle of the night!

Sun Erzhuang was so scared that cold sweat was pouring out.

The forest kept rustling, faint sounds of tiger roars and wolf howls mixed within.

How is one supposed to live like this!

Sun Erzhuang was almost in tears, his voice trembling, like a woman wailing at a funeral, he shouted, "Hero? Big brother? Are you still alive? If the tiger didn’t get you, just make a sound, don’t leave me here all alone scared..."

Just as the fat man finished speaking, a peal of thunder exploded, splitting the clouds; a bright flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, and cold raindrops, like abacus beads, began to fall.

Rain trickled into his collar, Sun Erzhuang shivered all over, not daring to wander outside anymore.

Taking the big man’s advice, he carried his mother’s corpse on his back, quickened his steps, and returned to the dilapidated old temple to take shelter from the rain.

Outside the temple, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Inside the Incense Hall, a sudden flash of lightning illuminated the solemn and wrathful statue on the altar.

Sun the Fat had never paid much attention to that statue, but now that the heavens had provided light for him, he looked up and saw— it was a statue of the Mountain Monarch, a human body with a tiger’s head!

Looking at that statue, Sun Erzhuang suddenly recalled something.

In his impression, when he was young, there indeed was such a thriving temple here, and it was called the Mountain Lord Temple!

However, after a man-eating tiger incident happened on Old Platform Mountain, the Mountain Lord Temple was neglected by the people.

The common folk only worship useful gods. Not only did the Mountain Monarch fail to bless the villagers, but he also allowed the tiger on Old Platform Mountain to harm people?

If it weren’t for the reverence people had for deities and spirits, the Mountain Lord Temple might have been leveled long ago.

Even without being demolished, as it hadn’t been worshiped or maintained for so long, it had already become half-deserted. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been used as a morgue to store corpses.

Recalling this now, Sun Erzhuang remembered what the big man had mentioned about a demon earlier.

A chill suddenly surged in his heart.

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Sun Erzhuang was filled with fear, he approached his mother’s side, looking at the wound on her neck left by the tiger’s bite and couldn’t help but glance at her face.

Strangely, judging by his mother’s wound, the tiger should have attacked from the front, but her face showed little sign of fear; instead, her brows were furrowed in sorrow, as if she were profoundly sad.

Clinging closely to his mother, Sun Erzhuang gradually felt less afraid.

When a person is open-hearted and straight, their body becomes strong.

People weren’t joking when they said a fat person had an open heart and mind; in just a few moments, Sun Erzhuang had dozed off in a daze.

But although outside, though he fell asleep, he did not sleep deeply.

After about half a cup of tea, in his half-asleep, half-awake state, a mournful donkey bray suddenly rang out in the dilapidated little temple outside the Incense Hall.

The donkey’s bray was miserable, as if a humanized donkey were sent to the slaughterhouse in despair.

"If you’re back, you’re back. Why are you braying!" Sun Erzhuang didn’t pay much mind to the noise outside.

The rain was so heavy outside; the donkey wasn’t afraid of getting wet, but if he went out, the rain would wash him, and the wind would blow him; for sure he’d fall ill!

Muttering a word, the fat man turned over and started snoring again.

People with big hearts—no wonder they grow so stout.

Unable to wake the sleeping man, the donkey simply ran into the Incense Hall and continued braying mournfully.

Sun Erzhuang found it odd. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and took a closer look.

Where was the donkey in the Incense Hall?

"Am I dreaming?"

Suspicious, Sun Erzhuang lay back down on the straw mat. This time, as soon as he started snoring again, the donkey’s bray echoed in the Incense Hall.

Upon waking up, it was gone!

"This is truly eerie!"

This time, Sun Erzhuang really couldn’t fall asleep.

With the thunder outside incessant, he observed the Incense Hall under occasional flashes of pale lightning.

On the altar, the Mountain Monarch’s eyes bulged like copper bells, looking down.

To the left, a half-open, peeling, and cobweb-covered coffin lay quietly.

Not far from the dilapidated coffin, on a beam, dangled a familiar rope.

Sun Erzhuang recognized that rope.

Isn’t this the hanging rope from the bent-neck tree in the temple yard!

How did it get into the Incense Hall in just the blink of an eye?

Upon closer inspection, he noticed a small iron buckle on the rope.

The fat man widened his eyes and, mustering his courage, took two steps forward.

"This buckle..."

When Sun the Fat got closer, he was shocked.

No wonder he found the rope tied to the bent-neck tree outside so familiar; it was the rope he used to tie his donkey!

Taking a further look at the noose, thick blood oozed from the rope.

Sun Erzhuang screamed, stumbling backward repeatedly.

Combining the donkey’s bray in his dream, thinking of the donkey he had raised, and the eerie rope in front of him.

An outline of the events started to take shape in Sun Erzhuang’s mind.

Could it be that the donkey disliked him for being fat and didn’t want to be commanded all the time, so it decided to hang itself?

The things that filled this fat man’s head, it’s hard to imagine, such silly thoughts every day.

Seeing the blood-stained rope, Sun Erzhuang felt sad; the donkey was raised by him and his mother, always diligent, pulling any load, doing any work.

He had no father since childhood, and besides his own mother, the donkey was his only family.

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