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Living Funeral
Zhang Xun's expression changed slightly, but he remained silent.
Gao Ling reacted the most, exclaiming, "Damn it, it really has become a vengeful spirit!"
Zhang Xun drew the wooden sword from his back and looked at the Demon Child, who was eating yellow paper. He lunged forward with a thrust, but the Demon Child nimbly jumped onto the blade.
Zhang Xun retracted his sword and slapped another piece of yellow paper onto the Demon Child. As it fell, the Demon Child was sent flying against the wall. Without giving it a moment to catch its breath, Zhang Xun struck again. His blood smeared across the sword as he plunged it directly into the Demon Child, releasing a cloud of white smoke.
Quickly withdrawing his sword, he skillfully pulled out a red thread from his pocket and tied up the Demon Child in one fluid motion.
Gao Ling and I were stunned. Was that it? But in the next second, Zhang Xun stepped back as the ropes binding the Demon Child were already broken.
The Demon Child let out a terrifying wail.
At that moment, Gao Qing said, "It seems we can't kill this Demon Child just yet!"
Zhang Xun replied that it might not be so, but the Demon Child appeared to have gained awareness and began to flee toward the door.
Zhang Xun immediately blocked its path, clearly not intending to let it escape. He sheathed his Peach Wood Sword and pulled out a piece of Yellow Cloth adorned with a Taiji Diagram.
The Demon Child was covered in blood, glaring angrily at Zhang Xun. Zhang Xun met its gaze, but just then, the Demon Child suddenly let out a sharp cry and lunged toward Zhang Xun's face.
I felt a cold sweat for Zhang Xun, but he showed no signs of panic. He grabbed the Demon Child and stuffed it into the Yellow Cloth.
The Demon Child cried and struggled, but there was no chance of escape now.
Zhang Xun tied up the Yellow Cloth and said, "Although I can't kill it right away, there will always be a way."
Gao Ling said to me, "Your friend is really impressive; the vengeful spirit was subdued just like that."
I was about to respond when Zhang Xun called my name and asked if we could leave.
I nodded and walked over. Gao Ling asked where I was going, and I mentioned that I had something to take care of. Gao Ling intended to follow me, but Zhang Xun stopped her, saying, "This doesn't concern you."
With that, Zhang Xun and I left. We took a taxi directly to the funeral home.
Zhang Xun didn’t say a word during the ride. After a while, he finally spoke up, saying, "I’ve found Li Ming’s whereabouts."
Li Ming referred to Brother Li.
I was stunned for a few seconds before asking in disbelief, "Brother Li is really alive?"
Zhang Xun replied, "He’s alive, and I suspect Li Ming is connected to Wang Kun."
Hearing Wang Kun's name made me recall the secrets I had uncovered at his house. I shared everything with Zhang Xun. After listening, he looked at me in surprise and asked, "Are you sure?" His voice was ominously serious.
I replied, "There shouldn’t be any mistakes."
As we walked toward the funeral home, my mind was restless. I turned to Zhang Xun and said, "What should I do with this urn? I can’t carry it around forever."
Zhang Xun glanced at the urn and said, "Tonight, I'll help you bury it."
I agreed but couldn’t shake the feeling that Zhang Xun’s gaze seemed to drift slightly away from me, as if he were looking at someone else standing beside me.
I had many questions swirling in my mind that I wanted to ask Zhang Xun. Since it was rare for us to meet like this, I decided to voice all my doubts at once.
Perhaps my barrage of questions overwhelmed him because Zhang Xun fell silent.
Time passed second by second, and perhaps it was because it was early morning that I felt a slight chill in the air. Zhang Xun asked, "Do you really believe that photo?"
I nodded; in truth, I believed about seventy percent of it.
Zhang Xun countered, "If that photo was taken in 198, then by calculating the time, I should be at least forty years old now. But do I look like a forty-year-old to you?"
I looked Zhang Xun over and saw someone who appeared to be around twenty, definitely not someone in their forties.
So I shook my head.
Zhang Xun stared at me for a moment before saying, "So that photo must be fake."
Yet instinctively, I felt that the photo was real. If it were true, then Zhang Xun must have known Brother Li and the others long ago.
But now that Zhang Xun denied the authenticity of the photo, it meant he was dismissing all my speculations.
In fact, the most unrealistic part of the photo was me; Zhang Xun and I had never met before, and we had never taken a picture together until now.
So how could there possibly be a photo of me and Zhang Xun together?
With today's advanced Photoshop technology, anyone could easily manipulate images and make them look old. Who could tell they were fake?
Since Zhang Xun denied it in front of me, I decided not to think too much about it. We entered the funeral home together.
It had been a while since I last returned. As soon as I stepped inside, a chilling sensation enveloped me. The funeral home felt like an uninhabited house of the dead. It was pitch black inside; I couldn't see anything.
I asked Zhang Xun why he brought me here. He replied, "You'll find out soon."
Zhang Xun had a clear objective and headed straight for the old building—the very place where we had carried the body. After we lifted that corpse, something happened to Zhang Fatty and Brother Li.
However, something didn't add up! I quickly thought of a flaw: if that corpse wasn't so terrifying, why did Brother Li and the others pretend to be dead?
What was the secret behind this? If they wanted to leave, they could have done so openly from the funeral home. Why resort to pretending to be dead?
Could it be that there was some hidden presence behind this funeral home, something that constrained Brother Li and the others from staying here?
In the end, they had no choice but to feign death to escape.
And that photo Zhang had given me—did he really go through so much trouble to have someone Photoshop it? But even if he did, why show it to me specifically?
I found myself at a loss. Perhaps it was because I was the last living person in the funeral home that made it significant?
As I pondered, my unease grew stronger, and that video of the hurried exit lingered in my mind.
What was the truth?
I lost focus for a moment and fell a few steps behind Zhang Xun. As I looked at his back, I suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Zhang Xun pushed open the door and entered the old house. As the door swung open, I saw the disarray inside illuminated by the flashlight. Zhang Xun began to walk deeper into the room, and I followed him.
Zhang Xun turned to me and said, "Wasn't it here that you all carried a corpse out and burned it? That's when Li Ming and the others got into trouble?"
I nodded in agreement.
But in reality, it proved that there was indeed something wrong with that corpse; otherwise, they wouldn't have made me carry this Urn all this time.
Yet this didn't make sense!
It was Brother Li who suggested burning the corpse from the old house...
Was this all premeditated? The thought sent a chill down my spine. Who had plotted against whom?
Zhang Xun led me upstairs, and we were both cautious, not daring to make a sound. This old house had left a deep psychological scar on me; my palms were clammy with cold sweat, and I felt an inexplicable sense of guilt, as if I had committed some wrongdoing and was now trapped in this place.
Zhang Xun brought me to the room where we had carried the body last time. However, as soon as I stepped inside, I was hit by a wave of cold air. Wait! The bodies here had been taken care of—why was it still so chilly?
When I shone my flashlight around the room, I was stunned. On the empty bed where we had previously laid the body, there was now another corpse.
Zhang Xun called me over. Though my heart raced with panic, I walked closer. But when I got a good look at the deceased's face, my scalp tingled with shock. "How could it be him?" I exclaimed.
Zhang Xun simply replied, "Seeing is believing."
At that moment, my breathing grew heavy as I stared at the person lying on the bed. It felt like a conspiracy was beginning anew...
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