Eternal Life: I Can Sell Everything

Mr. Gao was awake!

The entire atmosphere in the eastern coffin room seemed to freeze. Although Song Ciwan couldn’t see, just by listening to the various sounds coming from over there, she could almost picture the scene inside.

Sha Si was so frightened his legs were trembling. He steadied himself against the doorframe and stammered with a nervous laugh, "Mr. Gao, I... we... hehe, we just heard you were so tired you’d fallen asleep. We, uh, were worried something might have happened to you, so we came to check on you..."

Mo Hou’Er quickly chimed in, "Y-Yes, that’s right! We were just taking a look, hehe, just a look!"

As he spoke, Sha Si carefully backed out the door, and Mo Hou’Er did the same.

But Wang Zhu, who had been injured earlier, moved a little slower. Just then, Mr. Gao, sitting in his coffin, shrieked, "Ah! You three little thieves! My money! My money is all gone! It was you! You stole my money!"

Sha Si crossed the threshold of the eastern coffin room, turned, and bolted. Mo Hou’Er quickly sped up and ran after him.

Wang Zhu, however, was the slowest and got left behind.

Before anyone could react, Mr. Gao’s left eye shot open.

Countless tentacles immediately erupted from his hollow eye socket. Mr. Gao shrieked, and the sound wave and tentacles surged forward simultaneously, ensnaring the straggling Wang Zhu in an instant.

Wang Zhu let out a bloodcurdling scream. He didn’t even have a chance to resist before the tentacles crushed him to a pulp.

The sound of snapping limbs and cracking bones echoed out—CRACK, CRACK—as blood splattered, filling the air with a thick, nauseating stench.

This was followed by the faint, grisly sound of chewing, as if countless tiny mouths were feeding at once. Occasionally, there was a wet, slurping noise. These sounds were magnified endlessly in the darkness, merging with the wind and carrying with them an unearthly chill.

Sha Si and Mo Hou’Er fled for their lives. Mr. Gao was too terrifying; he was simply not someone ordinary villagers like them could ever hope to contend with.

Song Ciwan was once again forcefully reminded of just how formidable Mr. Gao was. From her perspective, Sha Si was no slouch himself. ’Even if he’s not at the Small City Level,’ she thought, ’he must be at least one of the more powerful individuals at the Village Level.’

But even Sha Si dared not confront Mr. Gao head-on.

The tentacles pursued them from behind. Sha Si cried out, begging for mercy, "Mr. Gao, please spare me! I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the horrifying tentacles were already wrapping around his body. Sha Si let out a muffled grunt, but in the next instant, Mr. Gao suddenly cried out from his coffin, "Ouch! My head! What’s going on? I..."

THUD. Mr. Gao collapsed once again.

The tentacles entwined around Sha Si instantly sloughed off, retracting and vanishing from sight.

Silence filled the air.

After a long moment, Sha Si, still standing stunned at the doorway of the eastern room, whispered cautiously, "Mo Hou’Er... this... this Mr. Gao... it looks like he’s... fallen asleep again?"

Mo Hou’Er was also dazed. He swallowed hard. "I... I think so..."

Sha Si said, "Well then, why don’t you go take a look?"

Mo Hou’Er gave a nervous laugh. "Brother Si," he said quietly, "you know I’m a coward. I don’t dare go."

Sha Si cajoled him, "You weren’t so timid when you were filching the money just now, were you? Come on, Hou’Er, I know what kind of man you are. You’re a true hero, you’ve got courage, not at all like that bastard Wang Zhu. You go take a look, and I won’t touch a single one of the copper coins on you. They’ll all be yours."

Mo Hou’Er immediately perked up. "Really? Brother Si, you better not be lying to me!"

Sha Si replied instantly, "How could I lie to you? We’re brothers, thick as thieves. You know what kind of man I am, don’t you?"

Mo Hou’Er chuckled again. "Oh, Brother Si, I know *exactly* what kind of man you are. But in any case, on this matter, we *are* thick as thieves. So, if we’re really going to check on Mr. Gao, we brothers should go together."

Mo Hou’Er made as if to leave. "Brother Si, if you’re telling me to go alone, I really don’t dare. I’d rather just go home and sleep!"

Now Sha Si was stuck. He knew he couldn’t convince Mo Hou’Er.

The two of them bickered back and forth for a while, but in the end, neither could convince the other. They had no choice but to link arms and tiptoe toward Mr. Gao together.

They walked at a measured pace, and after a short while, they reached the side of Mr. Gao’s coffin.

Sha Si said cautiously, "It looks like... he’s really... asleep again?"

Mo Hou’Er nodded. "Yes. If he weren’t really asleep, this Mr. Gao... he wouldn’t bother faking it just for us, right?"

To put it bluntly, given their low caliber, they weren’t worth Mr. Gao’s effort to feign sleep and lure them into a trap.

Sha Si immediately grew agitated. He said urgently, "Then... should we strike together and eliminate this threat for good?"

He made a vicious stabbing motion. In the torchlight, Mo Hou’Er stared, stunned. "Brother Si, what are you saying? You mean... we should kill Mr. Gao?"

Sha Si said viciously, "And if we don’t? After what happened, Mr. Gao will definitely hold a grudge against us. If we don’t kill him now, do you think we’ll have any chance of survival when he wakes up again?"

Mo Hou’Er stammered, "But... but he’s Mr. Gao, after all. If we kill him, how will our children go to school in the future?"

Sha Si roared, "Then they won’t go to school! So what if they don’t? What good does it do them anyway? Damn it! In this world, reading these worthless books isn’t worth a damn! If it were really so useful, why is that man Gao still holed up in this dump of a village?"

As he spoke, he seemed to strike a nerve with himself. His voice rose, his emotions surged, and he grew more and more impassioned. "Studying, studying! Is studying more important than staying alive? Kill! We have to kill him!"

In a near-frenzy, Sha Si reached behind his back and pulled a hoe out of thin air.

He raised the hoe, ready to bring it smashing down on Mr. Gao in the coffin.

At the same time, swept up in Sha Si’s fervor, Mo Hou’Er’s eyes turned bloodshot. He too reached behind his back and, from thin air, produced a rake.

"Kill!" Mo Hou’Er shouted as well.

The two crude weapons stirred up a foul wind as they whistled through the air, smashing down one after the other toward the sleeping Mr. Gao in his coffin.

But even at this critical moment, Mr. Gao showed no sign of waking.

In the nick of time, Song Ciwan, who had been listening and deliberating from the sidelines for so long, could finally move!

Of course, her movement hadn’t returned for no reason. She had been fighting the paralysis that gripped her body. Just moments before, during the height of the intense struggle involving Sha Si and Wang Zhu, Song Ciwan had once again sold Mr. Gao’s Mysterious Ghost Spirit.

Her reasoning was clear. ’The first time I sold a Mysterious Ghost Spirit, it helped me obtain the Supreme Alchemy Skill. The second time, it should unlock a portion of my Cultivation!’

’At least, that’s how it should work based on my experience in Wealth Village.’

It had taken her a while to think of this, not because she was intentionally delaying, but because at some point, her mind had seemed to grow sluggish.

Things she would normally grasp with sharp intuition now required much more convoluted thinking.

Song Ciwan operated the Heaven and Earth Scale to make the trade: [You have sold a Small City Level Mysterious Ghost Spirit (Sorrow, Resentment, Anger), weighing three pounds and seven ounces. You have received a feedback of three hundred and seventy years of Cultivation.]

Not three years and seven months, not even thirty-seven years, but three hundred and seventy years!

It was simply unbelievable!

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