Huh? Isn't this an adventure kingdom building game?!-Chapter 101 Respect Other People’s Destiny

After observing the villagers’ reactions to a series of events, Wan Mingchuan knew these people were beyond saving.

They were cowardly, greedy, selfish, and indifferent. Even if you saved them with all your might, they would easily betray their benefactor for profit. Such people, like the abandoned village, should be left to their fate.

"Master, I want to go see my grandfather’s grave." He felt low and full of doubt, why did both Han Ya and Zhuzi become ghosts after they died? Would his grandfather’s soul remain in the wilderness or at his grave?

"Wait a little while, and I’ll fold some paper ingots for you to burn at your grandfather’s grave." Jiang Yuan had consulted the Yin Messenger about the destination of souls. Ordinary people like Grandfather Wan would be captured and taken back to the Netherworld even if they didn’t want to leave.

Burn more gold ingots, so at least the old man can live more comfortably on the other side.

The three of them simply went into the temporary pavilion set up by the villagers and sat down. He took out gold foil paper from his storage bag and began to skillfully fold ingots, while the other two, who were curious but clueless, watched on.

"Damn you, He Baohong, I’ve been married to you for six years and had three sons, and now that you have money, you want to abandon your wife and children. I’ll fight you!" As the wife of the He Family shouted, she lunged forward to fight; the villagers, who had been shocked by Han Ya’s death, instantly became tumultuous.

Dog Sheng went crazy and attacked everyone in the He Family indiscriminately, from the elders to the women holding children;

Others rushed in to grab gold; some took the opportunity to settle grudges accumulated over the years; some purely vented, hitting whoever they saw; and some ran towards the village, intending to raid the three major families’ homes and claim all the supplies for themselves.

Without any hope of the Immortals’ protection, Bai Yunqi’s words became the last straw that broke the villagers’ psychological defenses.

Born as humans, no one has an extra eye or head; who can be more noble at the brink of life and death?

"Kill them! Kill them all!" Fierce Ghost Ding Zhuzi shouted with blood-red eyes, his face twisted with a maniacal grin: "Every one of the three major families, and those who willingly act as dogs or slaves for them, they all deserve to die!"

The villagers couldn’t see the ghost, but all the men, women, and children were influenced and driven into a frenzy of madness.

Someone finally snatched a gold coin, only to be beaten down by a chaotic mob, and the gold coin was taken; someone found a cellar where a large family hoarded grain, and driven mad by hunger, stuffed their mouth full of rice and flour until they choked to death...

Each time someone fell, their soul would drift out in bewilderment and, before they could figure out the situation, would be devoured by the agitating Zhuzi in one gulp!

"The little ghost’s ability to bewilder is quite strong." Bai Yunqi said, supporting his chin with one hand, watching the tragic scenes in the village, "But such indiscriminate devouring could easily cause a loss of nature."

Jiang Yuan placed a pile of paper ingots into the storage bag, sighing, "With so many years of resentment and grudges suddenly erupting, there’s bound to be a lot of bloodshed. We, who haven’t suffered their hardships, don’t have the qualifications to meddle."

"Don’t meddle." Wan Mingchuan said sullenly, "My grandfather used to say that even if a forest is burned by a great fire, new plants will still grow in a few months. People are the same, the three major families of Riverfront Village have committed evil deeds for profit and are now reaping their blood debts. Once this ’great fire’ burns out, others will have a chance to survive."

The riot came swiftly and subsided just as fast; the frenzy caused by gold and blood gradually calmed down under the conditions of villagers’ rumbling stomachs and exhaustion from exerting themselves too hard.

No one from the three major families was spared, from the old to the young, even children in swaddling clothes were massacred by the furious villagers, although many ordinary villagers were also killed in the chaotic fighting.

Every time someone died, as their soul just left their body, Fierce Ghost Zhuzi swallowed it without hesitation, including his biological father.

"What are we still fighting for? The three major families are all dead!" Finally, someone gasped for breath, looking at the corpses scattered around and called for a stop, "There’s only a few of us left, dividing the hoarded grains and supplies of the three major families would allow us to live rich lives, what’s the point of fighting?"

"If we kill a few more and leave fewer people, there’ll be more to go around!"

"Damn you, big idiot, with fewer people left, who can guard so many supplies? Wouldn’t they be looted by vagrants during the chaos?"

"True, true, we must also guard against vagrants who might come to loot. But we have no Immortals to worship anymore, what do we do?"

"Who cares, first let’s move into good houses, light a fire, eat until we’re full, and get a good night’s sleep. Nothing can stop me from filling my belly even if the sky falls!"

After much chaotic argument, over a hundred original villagers of Riverfront Village finally reached a temporary agreement—first to eat, then divide houses, grains, and farmland based on the population. Even without Immortals to worship, it was better than the life of vagrants.

"Some of these people will end up eating themselves to death. They’ve been starving for too long and won’t listen to any advice." Bai Yunqi, who always disliked meddling in human affairs, mumbled a few words after seeing Wan Mingchuan go to offer warnings. Now that he had offerings and was gradually recovering his strength through cultivation, he didn’t need to resort to crooked paths and was even less willing to interfere with others’ fates.

Jiang Yuan also heard that people who had been hungry for too long could die easily from overeating, but his apprentice, who was from the village, couldn’t get a positive response despite his good intentions, let alone him as a "Thousand-Year-Old Rat Spirit" meddling, which could cause additional conflicts.

One can only say that the fittest survive, life finds its way out.

Instead of worrying about these strangers, it’s better to accompany his apprentice to his grandfather’s grave to burn paper, then to see if Qiao Mei and her children have reunited. After all, they knew each other, and it’s not easy being a widow and orphans.

"They won’t listen to reason, so they deserve it if they eat themselves to death!" Wan Mingchuan returned angrily, upset, "Since I was young, my grandfather always said that if your stomach is not used to oil and water for a long time, you shouldn’t eat too much at once; you’ve got to let your stomach gradually adapt, but they are all afraid I’ll snatch their food; none would listen to advice."

Having lived together for over a decade, he couldn’t bear to see it and went to warn them, only to be regarded as meddling, infuriatingly, and seeing their greedy faces, Wan Mingchuan recalled various past events and felt these short-sighted, ignorant villagers were both hateful and pitiful.

"Respect others’ destinies, if advice is ignored, it’s their own doing." Jiang Yuan held up the paper clothes he had intricately folded, "Let’s attend to the important matters first, then go see if Lin Chunxi found his brother."

He also thought of asking Yin Messenger Ma Hongtu, as the Yin Messenger in charge of this area, perhaps he could help find Grandfather Wan’s spirit and allow them to meet again.

But Jiang Yuan wasn’t fully confident, so he thought of preparing to ask privately and inform his apprentice only when everything was arranged, to avoid giving hopeless hope to the child.

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

The sound of chains dragging on the ground accompanied by bursts of ominous wind appeared. Soon after, Ma Hongtu, dressed as usual in black clothes and a hat, emerged from a vortex, his voice hoarse as he shouted, "Yin Messenger capturing souls, where are the deceased?"

The ground was littered with corpses, yet there was no trace of soul fluctuations. Without any response, Ma Hongtu felt a chill, realizing something was very wrong!