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Living Funeral
I gasped for breath, waiting for the Taoist to speak. He told me, "Take blood from three places: the center of the forehead, the fingertips, and the soles of the feet."
I was...
At that moment, I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me; I hadn't expected the Taoist to have so many requirements.
I glanced at him.
But the Taoist remained expressionless, making it difficult to discern what he was truly thinking.
"Gao Ling" shouted at me, "Fei, what are you dawdling for? Just stab him already!"
I snapped back to reality at "Gao Ling's" words. Damn it, if I had to do it, then I would.
I took out a container I had on me to collect the blood. The "Transmutation Child" was still struggling fiercely, while "Gao Ling" and "Zhao Fan" held him tightly.
The head below was whining, "Brother, I'm scared."
If I was going to take blood, I definitely needed "Gao Ling" and "Zhao Fan's" cooperation. So I didn't hold back and said directly, "You guys need to hold him down; I need to draw some blood from him."
"Gao Ling" replied, "Fei, are you crazy? What blood?"
I insisted that I had a use for it. After that, there wasn't much more conversation. The "Transmutation Child," injured, kept rubbing his eyes with one hand while the other rested on his body.
Without hesitation, I grabbed the "Transmutation Child's" finger and pierced it. Blood flowed out, but it was black.
It really was strange to deal with such a corpse!
It had been five years since they were buried, yet they still had hair and nails growing. Moreover, the blood had not congealed; otherwise, a normal corpse would never exhibit such conditions. If it had been buried in the ground, perhaps by now the body would have turned into a pile of white bones.
After collecting blood from the tips of my fingers, I moved on to collect blood from the soles of my feet. The Transmutation Child was barefoot, making it easy to gather blood from these two places.
However, extracting blood from the center of the forehead might prove to be a bit challenging.
At that moment, the woman in red appeared behind me and called out my name, Chen Lang, with concern in her voice.
I responded with a sound, while the Taoist continued to watch me intently.
During the process of drawing blood, my hands trembled. Zhao Fan said, "Brother, hurry up! I feel like I can't hold on much longer!"
Gao Ling retorted to Zhao Fan, "Tighten up! Where did all your strength go?"
Zhao Fan replied, "Damn it! If you think you can do better, then do it yourself!"
I took a deep breath, not daring to let my guard down for even a moment. Next, I prepared to extract blood from the center of the forehead.
The knife was already stained black with the Transmutation Child's blood.
At that moment, one of the Transmutation Child's hands was covering half of its face. I pried that hand away and pressed it down with my knee.
Then I found myself face to face with the Transmutation Child. One of its eyes was bleeding, looking extremely terrifying.
I muttered an apology under my breath.
Then I gently made a cut at the center of its forehead with the knife. Instantly, black blood flowed out, and I could sense an overwhelming aura of malice within that black blood.
I filled a container with the blood and sealed it. Just then, the Transmutation Child suddenly stopped moving.
Gao Ling and Zhao Fan both wore curious expressions on their faces and asked, "What's going on?"
Could it be that he has already died? Did he die right after the blood was drawn?
Something felt off; my instincts told me it couldn't be that simple.
At this moment, Gao Ling and Zhao Fan had relaxed. Gao Ling said, "He must be dead, right? Fei, didn't you just make cuts at all the important spots?"
I did. I had marked three locations: the tip of his finger, the center of his brow, and the sole of his foot.
"Then that's it," Gao Ling replied. "Those three spots can disperse his malevolent energy." With that, Gao Ling clapped his hands and stood up.
Gao Ling then asked me, "Fei, how do you know so much about this?"
I paused for a moment before answering that I had learned it at the funeral home.
Gao Ling didn't think much of it.
Seeing Gao Ling getting up, Zhao Fan also stood up.
I put the container into my bag. At this point, Skinny Bamboo had also been dealt with by Zhao Fan's two disciples, who boasted, "Brother Fan, everything here is taken care of."
Zhao Fan replied, "Damn it, finally some peace and quiet."
We all gathered together, and for a moment, the place returned to silence.
Gao Ling said, "Let's hurry up and deal with the body. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can go home and sleep!"
It was already close to midnight, and everyone looked somewhat disheveled.
Zhao Fan instructed his two disciples, "Be quick and lift the body into the coffin on the cart."
Since the Transmutation Child on the ground could no longer move, the two of them gained some courage and directly lifted the corpse.
To be safe, I asked the Taoist if it was over.
The Taoist responded with a quiet "mm."
Upon hearing this, the woman in red immediately smiled at me and said, "Chen Lang, you are truly impressive!"
I returned her smile, but still felt something was off. However, until the body was placed in the coffin and sealed with nails, nothing unexpected happened.
My anxious heart began to settle.
Could it be that I was just overthinking?
Zhao Fan suddenly sighed and said, "Take Bamboo Pole's body as well!"
The two disciples responded affirmatively. Zhao Fan had indeed suffered significant losses here, having lost several brothers. But in this line of work, one must be prepared for death.
Zhao Fan continued, "You all go with the cart. Later, we can have a meal together and then head to Boss Huang's place to collect our red envelopes."
Upon hearing the words "red envelope," Gao Ling's eyes immediately lit up. "Great, let's go together."
With that, Gao Ling tugged at me, and I followed along in a daze.
The woman in red clung to me tightly and said with concern, "Chen Lang, I was really worried about you just now."
Meanwhile, the Taoist had not yet moved; he stood still as his body gradually became more translucent until he finally disappeared from sight.
I didn't know what the Daoist wanted the blood of the Transmutation Child for, but I always felt something was off.
The woman in red asked me, "Chen Lang, what are you looking at?"
I replied, "Nothing," and then got into the car. The woman in red joined me inside, wrapping her arms around me. She said, "Chen Lang, I've realized I can't seem to stay away from you. What should I do? I really like you!"
A blush appeared on her face.
At first, I resisted the idea of being close to a ghost, but slowly I found myself accepting the woman in red. I gazed at her shy face.
I knew that Daoists and ghosts were worlds apart...
I stared at her for a few seconds before reaching out to tuck her long black hair behind her ear.
Looking at the rosy cheeks of the woman in red, I lost my train of thought for a moment, but she seemed content to snuggle against my chest.
Before long, we arrived at the new cemetery. Zhao Fan informed me that this location had been chosen by a master for its excellent feng shui.
I didn't understand much about that.
However, everything went smoothly until the Transmutation Child was reburied without any incidents.
Could it be that I was just overthinking things? It seemed so.
At the moment when the soil was filled in, almost everyone let out a sigh of relief. We then went out together for a meal.
During this time, Zhao Fan called to inform Boss Huang that everything had been taken care of.
Boss Huang replied that we could come by tomorrow evening to collect the money. After dinner, we parted ways, and I sat in Gao Ling's BYD as we returned home.
"Gao Ling said, 'This time the harvest is really good! Six figures!' Gao Ling was very excited.
Of course, I was a bit happy too; the reward was indeed substantial.
When I got home, I closed my room door and called out for the Daoist Master. After waiting for about a few minutes, the Daoist appeared.
I said, 'Here is the blood for you.'
The Daoist replied, 'You need to put the blood in a bowl and then place three incense sticks on top. Remember not to light them.'
'Got it,' I said, and quickly followed the Daoist's instructions.
After that, I went to take a shower and went to bed. Perhaps the woman in red knew I was too tired tonight, so she didn’t disturb me.
However, I still fell asleep with a sense of unease.
Not long after, I had a dream. In the dream, I saw a woman grinning at me menacingly. Her laughter was terrifying, but she was somewhat far away, making her figure blurry. I wanted to see who she was, so I walked closer. But when I got near enough to see her clearly, I was immediately frightened and thought, 'How could it possibly be her?'"
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