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Living Funeral
This question is truly contradictory. Zhang Xun looks nothing like someone who was burned to death in 198. Just to illustrate, if Zhang Xun was born in 198, he should be thirty-three years old now.
However, Zhang Xun appears to be in his early twenties. Don't even try to tell me it's because he takes good care of himself; that's all makeup, and Zhang Xun clearly doesn't know how to apply it. Even so, he looks like he's only twenty. If we assume Zhang Xun is currently four years old, then he has nothing to do with the year 198!
At this moment, I feel conflicted inside, while Zhang Xun's emotional fluctuations are minimal.
Zhang Xun murmurs, "198... it's been so long that I can't even remember." Although he whispers this, a storm of thoughts surges within me.
Could it be that Zhang Xun really was burned to death in 198 and then came back to life? Or perhaps, at this moment, Zhang Xun has been dead all along.
My breathing becomes tense as I ask him, "Were you really alive in 198? Are you a living person now or a dead one?"
As soon as I finish speaking, Zhang Xun turns to look at me and sighs. "Do you really want to know about the past? Do you know how much I want to forget? But this memory lingers in my mind, refusing to fade away. Sometimes I truly envy you..."
Zhang Xun pauses here, and I ask, "What do you envy about me?"
Before he can respond, Gao Ling rushes forward and says, "What are you two talking about? Brother Fei, you're amazing! I plan to chat more with you and learn a thing or two."
Gao Ling interrupts our conversation. Zhang Xun and I exchange a glance, both of us falling silent in unison.
Zhao Fan also joins us and says, "I've really learned a lot this time."
I tell the two of them, "Don't get too excited just yet; this matter isn't resolved."
Gao Ling agrees, saying, "Right. If we don't solve these Yin Cat issues, life will definitely be tough." Zhao Fan remains silent for a moment before saying, "Brother Fei, having you and your friends here gives me a lot more confidence."
That's certainly true. This time, the Taoist priest didn't help me for some reason. He told me to let that Cat Person go and then went into the river to draw out those Yin Cats hiding among the Dead Heads. At the most dangerous moment, he even taught me how to seal evil spirits.
It was truly infuriating; why teach me now, of all times? Damn it, this is just ridiculous!
Zhang Xun had not exchanged a single word with Gao Ling or Zhao Fan as we quickly made our way to the grass hut. This time, we didn’t find any corpses and almost met our end, but at least we had a rough idea of where the Yin Cats' lair was. When the time came, we would take them all out in one go.
Since we were covered in mud, we washed up in a safe area upstream and changed into clothes that Zhao Fan had prepared for us. After washing up, Zhao Fan and Gao Ling left, but I, being a bit of a neat freak, washed several times.
At that moment, I heard a tinkling laugh and looked up to see the woman in red sitting by the shore, watching me bathe.
I said to her, "Do you still have the habit of peeping on others while they bathe?"
The woman in red laughed and replied, "You're not just anyone; you're my Chen Lang. Of course I want to watch you."
I was momentarily speechless.
After a pause, I asked, "Weren't you supposed to leave just now? Why are you back?"
The woman in red said, "Chen Lang, you're so silly. I wanted to come back to see you. Who knew you'd be bathing right in front of others? How shameless!"
I felt my face flush at her words. Excuse me? You were the one who came to peek at me first! How did this turn around to blame me?
With a playful smile, the woman in red said, "Chen Lang, I like you this way—so adorably speechless."
However, I sensed that she seemed troubled. Otherwise, with her personality, she would have probably jumped down to join me for a romantic bath by now, but she hadn’t.
After putting on my clothes and coming ashore, I sat down beside the woman in red. She quickly leaned her head on my shoulder.
I asked her, "Do you have something on your mind?"
She replied softly, "Chen Lang, I don’t have anything troubling me; I just realized how much I love you and don’t want to leave you."
"I said, if you don't want to leave, then don't. No one is rushing you away; I certainly won't. The woman in the red dress looked at me with deep affection, and I gazed back at her. I knew that in my heart, I had already accepted her as a special presence in my life. Although there was still a line drawn about 'the paths of humans and ghosts being different,' it was beginning to fade slowly.
After a few glances at me, the woman in the red dress leaned in to kiss me.
However, she ultimately did not kiss me. She stood up and said, 'Chen Lang, I will come to find you often. But now, I need to go rest.'
With that, the woman in red walked away, leaving me sitting there in a daze for a while. After about three or four minutes, Zhang Xun appeared beside me.
I still had many things to say to Zhang Xun from earlier. Once he sat down, I offered him a cigarette, but he waved it off.
Zhang Xun really didn’t feel like a ghost at all; he was very different from the Taoist and the woman in red.
Zhang Xun looked at me intently and then glanced in the direction where the woman in red had left. However, he said nothing. I remained silent for a moment before asking him, 'What were you envious of just now?'
We had just been talking about events from 198 years ago, and now there was no one else around.
After I spoke, Zhang Xun casually replied, 'I wasn’t envious of anything. Regarding what happened that year, once we finish dealing with the Yin Cat incident this time, I will take you to a place where you will understand what truly happened that year.'
Hearing Zhang Xun acknowledge this matter left me utterly astonished! Was he someone who died and came back to life, or had he been alive all along?
I couldn't believe that Zhang Xun was born in 198 years ago and just happened to die in a fire; surely that was too unfortunate.
So it was very likely that Zhang Xun was now around fifty or sixty years old. Damn it, could someone that age really look so young? A wave of confusion surged within me.
Suddenly, Zhang Xun said to me, 'Chen Fei, you should be more cautious. Although your life is tough, don’t walk into traps set by others.'
I asked, 'What do you mean?'
Zhang Xun looked at me and said, 'This Yin Cat incident is designed to harm you. Didn’t you previously fall victim to the Yin Curse?' He asked calmly. I didn’t deny it; I quickly confirmed."
If I’m not mistaken, the Yin Curse was likely placed by the wife of the Yellow Boss.
Zhang Xun didn’t elaborate on the matter but said seriously, "Remember, don’t easily trust anyone’s words. No one can be trusted forever except yourself."
After Zhang Xun finished speaking, I agreed, but he fell silent. I glanced at him and noticed he was staring intently in one direction. Following his gaze, I saw a Taoist priest standing across from me.
Zhang Xun must have seen the priest too. The priest was a ghost, but Zhang Xun specialized in capturing ghosts. The priest had helped me a lot, and Zhang Xun had also been of great assistance. I thought it best not to let these two clash, so I wanted to say something to prevent any misunderstandings between them. However, before I could speak, the priest suddenly turned and walked away. Zhang Xun called out to him, "You should go back."
Then he quickly chased after him. I saw Zhang Xun draw his wooden sword from his back, and I feared something might happen between them.
So, I hurriedly followed after them. Both Zhang Xun and the priest moved quickly, and I realized I couldn’t keep up at all.
After chasing for a long time, I lost sight of them. Damn it! At that moment, I had no idea where I was. I wasn’t very familiar with this area, but I knew I wasn’t by the river.
Instead, I found myself in a forest—clearly a well-maintained one rather than a chaotic thicket.
I turned on my phone’s flashlight to illuminate the path beneath my feet and called out for Zhang Xun and the priest, but neither responded. Having lost track of them, I checked the time; it was already past one in the morning. I hoped they would be fine and decided to head back. Just then, a cough sounded behind me. I immediately turned around and, through the light of my phone, vaguely made out the figure standing across from me. When I finally recognized who it was, my heart raced with excitement—it was Fatty Zhang.
But hadn’t he already died? How could he possibly be here?
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