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Chapter 025: Aren't You Afraid of Me?
As I was lost in thought, I heard Dabao's voice coming closer: "Mad Zi, you really are my good brother!" Dabao looked at me with a beaming smile.
I forced a smile in response but didn't answer. However, he noticed something was off and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Is something bothering you?"
I looked up into his eyes. Although I really didn't want to break the silence, I steeled myself and said, "I... just saw your parents..." I was a bit afraid that after saying this, he would suddenly turn into a bloody figure and lunge at me. But instead, he froze, his smile fading as he asked quietly, "You know?"
"Yes." I nodded, feeling a mix of emotions. His lack of denial made me wonder if he was silently acknowledging that everything was true.
He stared at me for a moment before hesitantly asking, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
"Do you think I should be afraid of you?" I countered.
"This isn't like you." Dabao looked at me, confusion filling his eyes as he slowly said, "You used to not believe in ghosts." After a pause, he asked, "Why do you seem so unfazed by seeing me now?"
"Maybe I've seen similar things before." The Peeling Monster in the grave had turned into a ghost after its head was chopped off by Lemon, right? Although I hadn't seen it at that moment, it had tripped me a few times. Compared to those evil spirits, Dabao seemed so friendly and adorable.
Perhaps he didn't expect my reaction to be this way; Dabao fell silent. I stood there unsure of how to comfort him until a passerby looked at me as if I were crazy. I forced a smile and said to Dabao, "Let's go to my house."
Dabao nodded, and we walked in silence to my home. I didn't turn on the lights; I simply wiped down two stools with a cloth and sat down with him. Just as I was pondering why I could see ghosts after coming out of the grave, Dabao suddenly asked, "Don't you want to know what happened to me?"
Although I was very curious, I calmly raised my head and looked at him, saying, "I'm waiting for you to tell me."
I suddenly found it amusing; everything that had happened felt like a dream. It was as if someone who had never believed in ghosts was now calmly conversing face-to-face with a spirit in such a serene and natural manner. Heaven really knows how to play tricks on people.
Perhaps my father already knew the true nature of this world, which is why he asked me that question. Now I finally understand a bit; indeed, the world we see is not as it appears...
"Two months after you moved away, I heard someone talking in your house. I thought you had come back, but unexpectedly..." Dabao seemed to fall into deep thought and said, "They were rummaging through your house and seemed to have found something. They were very happy. At that moment, I decisively called the police, but as soon as I made the call, they discovered me. I said I hadn't seen anything, but they didn't believe me. No matter how much I insisted, they wouldn't believe me and even wanted to kill me to silence me. They had knives and guns while I had no tools at all. I was terrified and just kept running. After a long time, I realized that everyone seemed unable to see me; everyone, including my parents, couldn't see my existence. It took a long time before I became conscious of the fact that I was already dead..."
"I'm sorry." Other than saying I'm sorry, I really didn't know what else to say...
"You don't need to apologize to me. Over the past year, I've come to terms with it. Perhaps it was destined for me to go through this ordeal. I've resented heaven, resented earth, and even resented you more, but what's done is done; nothing I do can change it."
Dabao smiled self-deprecatingly: "Actually, I was very happy when I saw you; truly very happy. You have no idea how long it has been since I've talked to anyone. I'm like a transparent person, doing nothing every day except occasionally scaring the homeroom teacher and others or sneaking into girls' rooms..." Dabao suddenly realized what he had said and coughed awkwardly before asking me in confusion, "If they can't see me, why can you see me?"
I scratched my head and replied with equal confusion: "I don't know either."
"So you don't know how to help me?" Dabao said dejectedly.
I was about to nod when suddenly a thought struck me. My heart leaped with joy as I excitedly grabbed Dabao's shoulders and said, "I might know someone who can help you!"
"Really?" Dabao looked at me hopefully.
I nodded and recounted my previous experience in the fight along with what happened with Lime. Dabao listened attentively and finally asked, "From what you said, he must really have some skills. So how can we find him?"
I thought for a moment and replied, "Actually, finding Lime isn't difficult. Like everyone else, he's also after 'Eternal Life,' so I believe if we find the correct tomb that records information about Eternal Life, it's very likely we will encounter him again!"
"What are the chances of that?" Dabao asked.
"Very high." I looked at him and smiled: "Whether it's finding news about my dad or Master Qing, it's good for us because their destinations are the same. Plus, I can ask Pei Zi and the others for more information."
"Okay." Dabao nodded excitedly and then asked me, "So when are we leaving?"
I shrugged helplessly and smiled, "You know my main purpose for coming back, so when we leave depends on your performance!"
"You're something else, Mad Zi! You bullied me when I was alive, and now that I'm dead, you still want me to help you. Whether I'm alive or dead, I'm still getting taken advantage of by you!" Dabao puffed his cheeks in a mock angry expression. Seeing this, I quickly comforted him a bit, and he finally shot me a glare and said, "Those people found what seems to be a notebook at your house. It had a lot of random lines and symbols in it. It was too far away for me to see clearly at the time, but I think I heard them mention something about the Demon Realm. Beyond that, I don't know anything else."
"Do you have x-ray vision? Can you see if there's any secret room or tunnel in my house?" I asked hopefully.
"Look at you," Dabao said disdainfully as he glanced at me. "Nope, nothing at all. I've been there many times and haven't found anything strange."
Although I knew this was likely the outcome, hearing it from Dabao still left me a bit disappointed. So I asked, "Are there any restrictions on your travels?"
"Well, it seems I can't go too far. However, if you buy me a house and I stay inside without coming out, it might be fine," Dabao said with a smile.
We chatted for a while longer until I became too tired to continue and fell asleep on my own. When I woke up, Dabao was already gone. I knew this wasn't a dream, so I began preparing something—something that couldn't be too big or too small, just enough to fit Dabao. But before that, I needed to take a shower!
Once everything was ready, my phone received a text message. I took a look and saw that Pei Zi and the others had sent the money over; unexpectedly, I received one hundred thousand yuan. No wonder the antique business is so deep! I chuckled and prepared to call Pei Zi to ask if he knew about Lime's bottom lane when my phone rang.
It was an unknown caller. A bit puzzled, I answered and asked, "Hello, I'm Feng Zi. Who is this?"
There was silence on the other end for a moment before a calm voice replied, "It's me; I'm at Wawushan."
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