A Top Scholar in Everything-Chapter 906 - 892: Excavation

Under the village head's authority, the villagers quickly quieted down again, listening to him continue his "speech" in the main hall of the ancestral shrine.

About half an hour into the village head's speech.

The villagers gradually overcame the fear on their faces and, as the village head continued to ring the bell in his hand, they dispersed. Strangely enough, while the voices of the villagers and the village head, as well as any sounds they made, were inaudible,

the sound of the bell rang clear and distinct.

It was like suddenly adding a splash of color to a black-and-white silent film.

The villagers returned home, picked up their hoes, and walked together towards the cemetery.

Everyone suddenly became energetic.

It seemed like this was the beginning, the scene in the village was replaying continuously. There must be an origin.

Apparently.

The village head gathered the villagers and issued them an order, upon which the villagers began heading to the cemetery to dig up something.

The group knew this was their chance to approach the truth, so without hesitation, they followed the villagers to the cemetery. However, they still dared not enter; the energy within the cemetery was violent and raging, and anyone besides those villagers would be torn asunder by the rampant energy upon entry.

The villagers were diligently digging in the cemetery.

But after digging for a whole day, they still found nothing, just as before. The group couldn't understand the situation and could only return again.

Come midnight.

Dong dong dong.

The village head's bell sounded again, the villagers gathered once more at the shrine, and this time, two families were crying loudly.

Many Martial Artists keenly noticed.

The members of those two families were missing! They vanished after returning from the cemetery, and no one noticed how they disappeared.

The village head's face was anxious, mobilizing the entire village to search, but they found nothing.

After searching most of the night, combing through every corner of the village without seeing anyone, the villagers finally gave up.

It seemed.

Digging in the cemetery led to missing villagers, or perhaps people were already disappearing in the village, with the culprit causing this lying within the cemetery. The villagers wanted to dig it up.

No matter what.

Seeing the scenario change, the group was still happy that the village's plot continued without stopping. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

After a fruitless night of searching.

The next day, villagers rose again and headed straight for the cemetery. Today's digging was even more vigorous than the day before; tombstones were excavated one by one, and beneath them lay rotting soil. The fear and disappointment on the villagers' faces intensified.

The day passed, and the villagers again accomplished nothing.

Nothing was unearthed.

At night, the village continued to be alarmed, as all the villagers gathered at the shrine again, and once more, two families had fewer people.

The villagers naturally searched again for most of the night.

But this time, fear and despair enveloped everyone. After their fruitless search, they hurried back to their rooms, not daring to stay outside any longer.

In the following days.

The scenario almost entirely repeated itself.

The number of villagers dwindled, from over a hundred to fifty, eventually leaving only twenty. Even without sound, as mere observers, Baiyu and they could feel the thick sense of despair.

The entire village.

Seemed to be under some sort of curse.

"It must be her! It must be her revenge!"

"We should have ground that whore's bones into dust from the start, not giving her a chance to cause trouble."

"Don't talk nonsense. If we escape now, perhaps, maybe there's a chance to survive..."

At this moment.

Suddenly, the Martial Artists heard voices, the villagers' fear and panic transmitting into their ears. It was like jumping from a silent film into a horror film.

The village head was in the main hall of the shrine, stirring up the crowd's emotions.

"Everyone, don't panic. They've only been captured by the crazed woman's vengeful spirit. If we can just deal with her, they'll all come back. We still have a chance; deal with that spirit, and everything will end."

The village head had not given up.

He roused the remaining villagers and even started himself, grabbing a hoe and heading to the cemetery with the other villagers. Knowing the main event was about to unfold, the group followed the village head, as these villagers couldn't see them anyway.

Who knew.

The village head suddenly turned sternly, angrily saying to the Martial Artists, "What are you still doing here? Quickly grab a hoe, it's the village's critical moment between life and death, and yet you're slacking off?"

The group was stunned.

What kind of development is this?

Could it be, now that they could hear the villagers' voices, the villagers could also see them?

Though unsure of what's truly happening, many quick reactors immediately returned indoors to grab a hoe from the room. As outsiders, they dared not enter, but being invited by the village head would break this taboo.

The group quickly grabbed hoes, carrying shovels, joining the villagers' troop.

The cemetery was vast.

Filled with tombstones laid in disarray, although many had been dug up by villagers over the past few days, it was still a mere drop in the ocean compared to the total amount. The group entered the cemetery as expected; the instant kill situation previously encountered did not occur.

They could freely enter and exit the cemetery like villagers.

Having obtained qualification to freely enter and exit the cemetery, many brewed dishonest thoughts, walking along the cemetery's stone paths, heading forward. This stone path was the necessary passage into the mountain; they wanted to directly ascend, seizing the initiative.

However.

How could there be shortcuts in the world?

This group rushed in but didn't walk far before falling straight down in areas not excavated by villagers, lifeless. Seeing their predecessor's fate, the others dared not run wildly.

It was obvious that only in areas where tombstones had been excavated was it safe.

Those unexplored places remained as the Forbidden Land of Death; entering them meant death. The group honestly followed the villagers, starting to dig up tombstones one by one.

Since ancient times.

Digging others' graves was considered immoral, the most venomous saying being, I'll dig up your family grave.

Yet these villagers seemed completely devoid of such notions.

Continuing to dig relentlessly.

And some even searched through the excavated soil, seemingly trying to find the remains of that crazed woman as the village head suggested.

But the information available was too sparse.

So everyone refrained from rash actions, honestly staying in line with the villagers' pace, aiding in the grave-digging.