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Living Funeral
I glanced at the Taoist in surprise, then the woman in red and I turned back, as I hadn't walked too far from Huang Boss's villa.
So when I turned around, I saw a figure standing on the balcony. Since it was an upscale area, the lighting was naturally good, and I clearly saw that the person on the balcony was Huang Boss's wife. However, what shocked me was not her presence but her glowing eyes.
I asked the Taoist, "What is going on?"
You see, glowing eyes are something you usually only see in animals; humans don't have them. As I thought this, I quickly began to wonder—could she not be human? I waited for the Taoist to give me an answer.
The Taoist replied, "She will come looking for you."
What the hell? What does she want with me? I haven't done anything to provoke her. The woman in red said, "Chen Lang, you don't need to be afraid of her; just listen to the master."
The Taoist continued, "You buried him in the wrong place. If he doesn't come looking for you, who will?"
Are you saying he is a Transmutation Child?
The Taoist nodded slightly before shaking his head. "Yes and no." The Taoist was beating around the bush, and I really didn't have the patience for it. I said to him, "Can you just say what you mean all at once?"
Seeing my impatience, the Taoist said, "If the Transmutation Child you dealt with yesterday was specially made by her, would you believe it?"
Upon hearing this, my scalp went numb. "How is that possible? Would she really kill her own child?"
The Taoist replied, "Nothing is impossible. This thing is quite troublesome. You should leave now; remember to walk on your tiptoes. I'll hold them off."
I glanced at the Taoist. "Okay." I quickly followed his instructions.
The Taoist chanted behind me: "Humans are separated by heavy paper; ghosts are separated by heavy mountains. A thousand evils cannot emerge; ten thousand evils cannot open. I invite the ancestral master to sever the path between yin and yang..."
As I listened to the Taoist priest, I was about to turn around, but he stopped me, insisting that I must not look back.
I suppressed the urge to turn and continued to walk forward on my tiptoes.
The woman in red said to me, "Chen Lang, don't be afraid."
"I'm not afraid," I replied. Just then, Gao Ling arrived in the car, and I hurriedly got in. Gao Ling remarked, "Fei, your walking posture is a bit strange; it looks like a woman's."
I couldn't be bothered to explain to Gao Ling. Instead, I told her, "Don't look back; just drive quickly."
Gao Ling asked, "What's wrong?" I replied, "Just drive."
Seeing that I was a bit anxious, Gao Ling drove out of the area. Once we were outside, she asked, "Fei, did something happen?" I said, "That Boss Huang's wife definitely has something going on."
Gao Ling asked, "Did you see something?" I didn't hide anything from her and said directly, "I saw her eyes glowing!"
"Really? No way! She can't be possessed by a ghost!" Gao Ling exclaimed. "I'll call Boss Huang right now and tell him he needs to perform a ritual..."
I snatched the phone from Gao Ling's hand and said, "Are you trying to get us killed? I don't want to die yet." Seeing my urgency, Gao Ling asked, "Is it that serious?"
I nodded. It was very likely that both our lives were at stake! Even the Taoist priest seemed somewhat apprehensive. I spoke seriously, and Gao Ling said, "If people are going to die anyway, what's the point of making money if we can't spend it?"
"Exactly," I agreed. Soon enough, we arrived at Gao Ling's house. We had indeed made quite a bit of money this time; I thought about how I should help out at home.
My parents raised me with great difficulty, so when it's time to show filial piety, I must do so.
I dragged my clothes off and headed for the shower. The red marks on my neck from where Boss Huang's wife had grabbed me hadn't faded yet. As I washed with hot water, I kept scrubbing away.
"Damn it, no one would believe this if I told them. I had a dream, and now it has become real."
I continued to wipe my neck, but suddenly I felt a pair of hands wrap around me. When I turned around, I saw the naked woman in red.
She hugged me tightly, her chest pressing against my back. The sensation...
My face turned red. "What are you doing?"
The woman in red giggled, "I want to take a bath with you, Chen Lang!"
I was already reacting down below. Damn, this is so awkward! But the woman in red didn’t care at all; she kept rubbing her chest against my back and asked, "Chen Lang, does this feel good?"
I was speechless...
I thought to myself that it felt good, but it was really wicked! I used to bathe you like this; you loved it back then.
"Back then?" I asked curiously.
The woman in red replied, "Yes, back then our relationship was great; we treated each other with respect. You loved taking baths with me."
I was at a loss for words...
When did I ever have a past like that? I used to be a single dog; how could I know such a beautiful woman? My heart raced—could this woman in red have mistaken me for someone else? If she had mistaken me and still offered herself, wouldn’t that be so innocent? Suddenly, I felt a pang of guilt.
Looking at the ghost's long and flawless arms falling from my shoulders, I could faintly smell a fragrance. Her long white legs were gently lifted; truly, her figure was irresistible...
I removed the ghost's hand from my shoulder and seriously asked her, "Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else? Am I really your Chen Lang?"
At that moment, the ghost's body was soaked by the water, her hair too, making her look like an embodiment of temptation...
The woman in the red dress listened to my question and said, "Chen Lang, in this world, I might mistake anyone else, but I will never mistake you. You are the most important person in my life, the one I care about the most. I will definitely not be wrong about that. Chen Lang, just believe me."
She shook my hand gently... then continued, "Chen Lang, you down there..."
I looked down and felt my face flush red, stumbling over my words. The woman in red said, "Chen Lang, don’t hold back. Let me help you..."
Then came the sounds of, umm... hmm...
After I finished showering, the woman in red and I emerged from the bathroom. Her face was still flushed, and she giggled before saying, "Chen Lang, you’re really impressive..."
I hurried to my room, but at that moment, I felt a bit of pain in my neck. It really hurt; I touched it and thought, damn it, it hurts like hell.
At first, I could touch it lightly, but later even the slightest touch made me wince in agony. Damn it, it was just a pinch! Why does it hurt so much?
Seeing me like this, the woman in red asked, "Chen Lang, what’s wrong?"
I tried to brush it off but ended up crying out in pain; my face twisted from the discomfort.
The woman in red immediately grew worried. "Is everything okay? Chen Lang, why has your neck turned black?" Her tone was filled with concern.
Hastily, I ran to the mirror and sure enough—damn it! That woman must have done something when she pinched me.
But it hurt so badly that I felt like I could die.
At that moment, Gao Ling was playing a game and shouting about team fights—what an idiot... can’t he play properly?
The woman in red followed closely behind me and said, "Chen Lang, could it be that you’ve been afflicted by the Yin Curse?"
Yin Curse? What is the Yin Curse? I asked the woman in red.
I was feeling increasingly unwell, and the woman in the red dress seemed on the verge of tears at my distress. She said, "I don't know either; we should ask the master."
I quickly returned to my room and called for the Taoist priest. It took four or five calls before he finally appeared.
The priest glanced at me, then reached out and pressed his hand against my neck. His expression changed immediately. "How sinister! Chen Fei, you've fallen victim to the Yin Curse. I'm afraid you won't live past three days."
I was speechless.
What the hell? Not living past three days? Panic surged through me as I asked, "What is the Yin Curse? Is there any chance I can survive?"
Once a person learns their death is imminent, they immediately become frantic, much like when someone receives a sudden diagnosis of a terminal illness at a hospital.
The woman in red pleaded with the priest, "Master, you have to save Chen Lang!"
The priest sighed and shook his head.
Seeing his reaction, I asked, "So there's no hope?" My heart sank like lead, and I thought about that damned woman—her heart was truly wicked!
Yet the priest continued to shake his head in silence.
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