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Wang Zhaoran checked the breathing of everyone present and found that none were alive. He quickly filled his backpack with jewelry and antiques, ready to leave, when he heard a woman's crying nearby.
The sound was filled with sorrow, as if she were right beside him. Who is it? Stop pretending to be a ghost!
Wang Zhaoran looked around warily and opened the safety on his rifle.
"Hahaha, they are so carefree, leaving me to suffer alone. I won't accept this! Wuwuwu!"
The woman cried and laughed, her voice piercing and chilling.
Wang Zhaoran felt a shiver run down his spine. Ignoring everything else, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and made for the exit of the tomb.
"Where do you think you're going? Since you're here, why not stay and have some fun with me?"
With a loud bang, the tomb door slammed shut.
Looking up, he saw a woman's head floating in mid-air, though he couldn't tell when it had appeared.
Ah!
Wang Zhaoran had never encountered such a situation before and stumbled backward in fear. The woman's head looked as if it had been severed cleanly, blood dripping continuously from her neck.
She was somewhat beautiful, her tragic face adorned with delicate makeup. Yet blood seeped from the corners of her eyes, nose, mouth, and even her ears.
Suddenly, her eyes snapped open wide, filled with sorrow as they fixed on Wang Zhaoran.
"Where's my body? Where's my body?"
The woman's head spoke in an ethereal voice, as if she were in another realm, each word crystal clear.
"Who the hell knows where your body is? Get out of my way, or I'll make you regret it!"
Though Wang Zhaoran spoke confidently, his heart raced with panic.
The woman continued to stare at him intently, blood flowing more profusely from her eyes and mouth.
"Go to hell!"
Wang Zhaoran raised his gun and aimed at the woman's head. He wondered if she was the General's Wife, but her disheveled hair and unkempt appearance suggested otherwise. If she truly were the General's Wife, how could she have lost her head, her body and head separated?
The head darted around quickly, sometimes appearing far away, other times close by. It would occasionally shift behind Wang Zhaoran, then suddenly pop up right in front of him, almost touching his face.
As the head drew near, Wang Zhaoran was hit by a foul stench. The smell was so overwhelming that it nearly made him gag. He wielded a dagger in each hand, swinging them back and forth in front of him to keep the woman's head at bay.
Where is my body? This is terrible!
A chilling wind swept through the area, and flashlights lay scattered on the ground as the light grew dimmer. Wang Zhaoran knew he needed to leave quickly, but he found himself at a loss for how to escape.
From the looks of it, this female corpse was clearly not causing trouble just because he had taken jewelry; perhaps she had some unfinished business? He recalled hearing stories in his childhood about an old woman in the village who had died and remained at home for seven days before her funeral. When it came time to carry her coffin, no one could lift it.
The young men of the village tried repeatedly to carry it, but no matter how many times they changed shifts, they simply couldn't budge it. Eventually, the family paid a high price to hire a Taoist priest, who claimed that the Old Lady had some unfulfilled wishes. She had left behind money and gold bracelets without specifying their locations, worried that her descendants would not fare well without her guidance.
After the priest revealed where the money was hidden to her descendants, the coffin was lifted with ease.
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