Who Buried a Corpse Beneath My Tree?

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Fang Changchun was a tree on the verge of withering. One day, some heartless person buried several vicious corpses beneath him.

Those corpses never behaved themselves. They kept turning into zombies, so Fang Changchun had no choice but to take some of them down the mountain and seek out lost souls to guide into the afterlife.

Ordinary cultivators had to set up an altar and perform a ritual to guide souls. Fang Changchun didn't. He had a divine brush. All he needed to do was write down a dead soul's name in life, where they came from, their lingering attachments, and the year they died, and the soul could finally rest in peace and be reincarnated.

Fang Changchun planned to settle those vicious corpses, then return to the mountain and wait for every leaf to fall before withering away.

Instead, he came across a pitiful young man. Though born with spirit eyes that could see the true nature of the world, the boy was confined to one place and suppressed by an array. Countless sins had been laid upon him, while his allotted lifespans had all gone to others.

The boy was full of resentment.

Even after forgetting everything, he was still full of resentment.

Fang Changchun sighed, put his plan to wait for death on hold, and set off with the boy to search for his past. They came across injustice after injustice, and together they sought redress and soothed the souls and resentments of others.

He taught the boy, step by step, how to become a virtuous evil spirit.

Though it was more like raising a child through threats.

The life-and-death bond bound them tightly together. Fang Changchun said, "Cen Xiaoxue, if you do evil, I'll kill myself."

Gradually...

Fang Changchun: "What are you doing?"

The boy: "You're cold-natured and in poor health. I'm warming you up."

Fang Changchun: "Thanks, but aren't you even colder?"

The boy: "...Brother, are you saying you don't like me because I'm a cold, unfeeling evil spirit?"

Fang Changchun: I'm not saying that. I haven't said that. Don't make things up.

One day, Fang Changchun saw the boy lying under the blazing sun like a salted fish, rolling over to sun himself on both sides.

He suspected the evil spirit had gone mad.

That night, the boy hugged Fang Changchun and said, "I've warmed myself right through!"

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