CH 1

Liang Liang had been dead for hundreds of years and hadn’t been reincarnated. 

In his previous life, he was also the son of a wealthy family. The paper money burned by his parents was enough for him to squander in the underworld for hundreds of years. Therefore, he chose not to be reincarnated and suffer, but to stay in his luxurious large coffin.

The coffin was spacious, filled with various gold, silver, and jade objects that almost buried his bones. The appearance of the tomb and the tombstone were also extravagantly built. Skilled craftsmen from all over the place were hired at the time to carve the best quality blue stones piece by piece.

However, over time, the tombstone had been lost. When people came up the mountain to the mountaintop cemetery to pay respects to their ancestors, no one knew that there was a grave beneath their feet.

Liang Liang stayed inside this grave, sitting on the coffin every day. When he got tired, he would lie down, and when he got tired of lying down, he would sit up. When he was bored, he would go to the mountaintop cemetery to chat with others.

“You’ve been here for hundreds of years, and you must have spent all your money by now,” a little brat from the cemetery asked him, “Are you going to be reincarnated?”

“Let’s talk about it later,” Liang Liang grabbed a handful of melon seeds brought by the brat’s parents and cracked them open. “And what about you? Why haven’t you been reincarnated?”

“I’m worried about my parents,” the little brat hugged the bowl of melon seeds. “Let’s talk about it later.”

“Alright, let’s talk about it later.”

The two ghosts continued cracking melon seeds.

The ghosts who stayed behind here all had their reasons to stay.

(2)

But Liang Liang was different from other ghosts; food had a fatal attraction to him. His parents had also been dead for hundreds of years, and no one was burning paper money for him anymore.

The cost of living in the underworld kept increasing every day. For Liang Liang now, it was becoming difficult to have some delicious food and live a comfortable life.

So Liang Liang had to be frugal. The ghosts in the cemetery ate communal meals, and he would go there every day to join in for a meal. As a result, whenever the other ghosts saw him coming, they would grab their food and run away.

“Liang Liang, you’re here to freeload again!”

“If you don’t eat, you won’t starve to death. Why are you so greedy?”

Liang Liang floated there and clicked his tongue.

It would be great if there was a generous ghost who could provide him with food and drinks without worries. He didn’t ask for much, just wanted to have a lonely ghost life where he could sit and eat until he was full, just like the little brat.

“You will soon have a generous ghost father like that,” the little brat patted his shoulder with a profound tone at the cemetery and handed him a cracked macadamia nut saying. “Maybe he’s on his way.”

(3)

That day, when Liang Liang went to the mountaintop cemetery as usual, a large group of villagers came up with shovels. The once quiet mountain path suddenly became noisy, and several birds flew away from the trees in alarm.

“Digging a grave! Digging a grave!”

A parrot flew around the cemetery, shouting loudly. Some villagers chased after it and threw stones, causing the parrot to flap its wings a few times and fall straight down.

“This parrot, who did it learn such words from? It only learns the bad ones.”

“Even the parrots on this hill have become mischievous.”

The villagers rubbed their hands and glanced at the rows of eerie graves, then turned back.

The parrot weakly flapped its wings, trying to stand up again.

“Digging a grave… cough, digging a grave…”

Liang Liang heard the parrot’s cries and raised his head casually. “Whose grave are they digging? Is it fun?”

“Fun?” The parrot, which had fallen to the ground, trembled its feathers and had no strength left.

“Yeah.”

“They’re digging your grave.”