Who hid My Corpse!

Chapter 32: Twenty-eight, let me help you bury your mother.

Chapter 32: Twenty-eight, let me help you bury your mother.

Since last night's battle with Biter Roger, after Bai Wei borrowed Ulu's body for a brief "descent," their resonance at the soul level deepened.

This allowed Bai Wei to more clearly sense the inner fluctuations and emotional changes in Ulu (of course, it was one-sided), like now, stepping onto the path leading out of town, Bai Wei could distinctly feel that Ulu was extremely nervous, as if he was fearing something.

So Bai Wei directly asked, "Are you very nervous?"

Ulu was startled and almost tumbled into the ditch: "Ah no, of course not... Why do you ask?"

Bai Wei replied indifferently, "Because the sound of your heartbeat keeps me from sleeping."

Ulu subconsciously touched his chest.

Indeed, he hadn't even realized that at this moment, his heart was pounding furiously, as if it might leap out at any second, which made him even more nervous: "Sorry for disturbing you, Lord Visas, I'll just..."

He cut off mid-sentence.

The sound of his heartbeat disturbed Lord Visas; was he supposed to dig out his heart or stop it?

Fortunately, Bai Wei did not intend to trouble him further on this matter. After a chuckle, he asked, "Do you know where that brat lives?"

"...Yes."

Because he lived in the same place.

Ulu thought to himself.

It was precisely for this reason that he could remember the child's home address, despite not even asking for the child's name.

These were things Ulu originally did not want to say, but facing Bai Wei, Ulu didn't dare to hide too much, so after a moment of silence, he added, "I used to live here too."

Please don't ask any further, don't ask any further.

Ulu prayed silently in his heart.

And after an "Oh" from Bai Wei, it seemed he indeed had no intention of probing any deeper.

This allowed Ulu to breathe a slight sigh of relief, but then he suddenly felt an indescribable loneliness.

Some things had been buried deep in his heart for a very long time, so long that even he had forgotten them. If he hadn't walked this road again, he probably wouldn't have been able to recall. But now he remembered, walking along this unchanged road for twenty years, with every step he could see his own past shadows, hear his own voice.

Those long-expired, rotting memories stung him, leaving him unsure whether he should continue to seal them away, unmentioned to anyone, or whether he should bring them out and share them.

In this tangled confusion, he quickened his step, wanting to quickly complete Bai Wei's task, drop off the food to that brat, and then hastily leave this damned place.

Bai Wei guessed Ulu's thoughts but said nothing, as if he had fallen asleep.

And so Ulu, almost jogging all the way, arrived in front of a dilapidated house with half its roof collapsed.

Seems like a wasted trip.

But Ulu didn't want to care about that, since he came he might as well deal with it, so he dropped a "Then just keep it," to the little boy, then turned around to leave.

He couldn't stay in this damn place for another minute.

"But this food..."

Ulu, almost at the door, stopped in his tracks, then turned back, looking coldly at the little boy, "What? You don't want it because it's covered in blood?"

"No, no, no." The boy shook his head repeatedly, "It's just, it's not mine."

"So what?"

"The person who lost it will be very sad, right?" The little boy anxiously clutched the corner of his clothes, "If I take it, what will they do?"

Silence.

A long silence.

Time seemed to freeze, nobody moved, it was so quiet you could almost hear each other's heartbeats.

The little boy, not sure if he had done something wrong, asked uneasily, "Lord Pri..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ulu suddenly spun around and strode towards him, then kicked him to the ground, cursing incoherently as he did so.

"What do you think you are? Huh?! What do you think you are?!"

"Your mom is dead and you're still here playing Mister Nice Guy, huh?!"

"Your mom is already dead! Your sister is about to starve! And you still think about others?!"

Ulu became more violent as he beat the boy, but his fierce eyes seemed to be on the verge of spilling something.

"Your mom's gone!" he yelled hysterically at the little boy, "From now on, you're all alone, got it?!"

Throughout this, Ulu kept hitting, the little boy kept covering his head trying to dodge, while his sister just sat there, staring blankly with unchanging eyes, as if she were dead.

No one knew how much time had passed.

The little boy lay battered on the ground, and Ulu also lay there, staring at the cobwebs on the ceiling, zoning out.

After who knows how long, he finally spoke softly.

"Got a shovel?"

"Let me help you bury your mom."