Who hid My Corpse!

Chapter 33: Twenty-nine, I buried your mom for free and you still want to hold a Mass?

“Huff, huff, huff… cough, cough, cough…”

Every time he dug a shovel of dirt, Ulu gasped for air and then coughed twice. It made him extremely uncomfortable, feeling as if his lungs were about to burst, but he did not stop, digging one shovel after another.

While watching from the side, the little boy occasionally tried to help but was pushed away by Ulu time and again, who then glared at him fiercely and cursed, “Get lost, don’t bother me, I’m a professional at burying corpses.”

After all, Lu Ji had been buried just the day before yesterday.

The little boy could only watch from the side, holding his sister while their mother lay next to them, as if she were asleep.

And as Ulu dug, he could always catch glimpses of the little boy’s mother in the corner of his eye, which would make his body stiffen as if it were not the boy’s mother lying there, but his own. This made him very uncomfortable, and he increased his force, but soon he would catch another glimpse, and the cycle would repeat.

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In this disaster year, many people had died, but not many could be buried.

Because the living were already out of strength, how could they think of the dead?

If Ulu had not come, the little boy also would not have had the strength to dig such a big hole. Ulu from twenty years ago had been the same. So this time, Ulu dug the hole very deep, as if desperately trying to make up for something.

And Silence kept her silence, disappearing from the conversation as soon as Ulu began digging.

Thus, Ulu kept digging until evening when his shovel was nearly broken. Only then did he finally stop.

“That’s it, that’s it,” he muttered to himself, not knowing whom he was speaking with, “That’s enough.”

Then he climbed out of the pit, intending to bring down the body.

He had just grabbed the shoulders of the mother when he saw the little boy let go of his sister and dutifully lift his mother’s legs.

This irked Ulu a bit; he had wanted to do it himself, but after looking at the boy, he said nothing and together they placed his mother into the pit.

Naturally, since he handled the upper body, he inevitably saw the mother’s face.

Then he discovered, it did not resemble his at all. Whether the eyes, mouth, or nose, not one feature was similar.

But why then?

When he saw that face, Ulu’s heart still pounded hard.

“Can’t you be a bit quicker? Clumsy,” Ulu had to forcefully hide his feelings behind his fierce expression as he scolded the boy, “Hurry up and bury your mom; I need to go home for dinner.”

The boy did not argue and quietly worked.

Next, the boy naturally got involved, and together they buried the dug-up dirt.

During this period, neither of them spoke; Ulu did not tell the boy to get lost. They finished their work in silence, watching as the mother was gradually buried by the yellow earth.

When the last handful of dirt was patted down with the shovel, Ulu could no longer stand it. He sat down hard at the head of the grave, staring blankly at the grave he had dug. At that moment, his emotions were complex, feeling as if the biggest regret in his heart had been filled, yet it hadn’t, but had instead added an even greater regret.

Ulu sat blankly for a while, then saw the little boy slowly come up to him, looking very hesitant.

“Spit it out,” Ulu said irritably.

“Uh, Lord Priest,” the boy nervously clutched the corner of his shirt, “could you please perform a Mass for my mother?”

Oh, there’s a Mass to be done.

Ulu remembered; he was a priest, after all, and performing Masses for the deceased was his duty.

So he didn’t think much and just fiercely glared at the little boy, cursing “Always some damn trouble,” before patting his buttocks and standing up, he walked in front of the grave.

Conducting masses, he was all too familiar with. Simply by casually saying a few words like “May your soul return to the embrace of Rhein,” he could get a large sum of money from the family.

So there he stood, in front of the grave, adeptly opening his mouth to say, “May your soul return to…”

But at this point, he got stuck.

…return to the embrace of Rhein?

In these twenty years, everything he had done while serving as a priest surged up in that moment—all of it dark, dirty, unbearable, although he had never felt there was anything wrong before. But at this moment, standing in front of this grave, he just couldn’t utter those words.

He struggled for a long time, his face turning beet red but unable to speak.

This made the little boy beside him rather curious. “Lord Priest, are you not feeling well?”

Ulu turned his head to look at the little boy, then he kicked out.

“Have you fucking crossed the line? I buried your mother for free, and now you still want me to perform the mass without charge?! Do you have any idea how much a mass costs? Do you know that my Holy Blessing has a price, huh? Was your mother’s life worth this money? Do you think it was worth it?!”

Ulu didn’t put much strength in that kick because he didn’t have the energy, so the little boy quickly got up.

Ulu initially thought he would be angry, considering how he’d insulted his mother.

But the little boy didn’t react that way; instead, he said guiltily to Ulu, “I’m sorry, Lord Priest, I was too greedy.”

Ulu choked up, feeling unable to breathe, and coldly said, “Good that you know.”

Then he prepared to leave.

But as he turned around, he heard the little boy say, “I’ll work hard to become a priest like you and then perform the mass for my mother by myself.”

Ulu’s body froze.

A priest like him, just like him…

After a few seconds of rigidity, Ulu, as if losing all his reason, charged at the little boy again, knocking him to the ground. @@novelbin@@

“Become someone like me?! Do you know what kind of person I am?!”

“I’ve killed! I’ve set fires! I—I—I’ve played with little boys too! Your kind, I like to play with the most! Tired of them, break them, then destroy them!”

“That night, I was going to play with you! Did you know? Did you?”

“And you still fucking want to be like me? I tell you, if I see you in the church! I’ll definitely kill you, definitely, do you understand?!”

“Don’t join Rhein, don’t become a priest! Do you understand?”

After venting all this, looking at the little boy lying almost lifeless before him, Ulu got scared.

He turned around to flee, practically tumbling over himself to get away from there, running several hundred meters in one breath, finally collapsing by the roadside, gasping for air.

He didn’t know what he had done or what he wanted to do; he just blankly stared at the sky, like a living dead.

Then, he heard that long-silent voice in his mind.

“What are you afraid of?” Bai Wei slowly spoke, his voice filled with mockery.