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Living Funeral
I suspect that Zhang Fatty had one of his hands chopped off by Brother Li. But was it really just a simple case of losing a hand? Did he not die at all?
Zhang Fatty could be the key figure in the funeral home incident. He had provided me with many clues before, including the CD and the photos.
No, it was nighttime now. With Zhang Fatty appearing at this hour, what exactly was he—alive or a ghost? The thought made my heart race uncontrollably.
Zhang Fatty coughed deliberately, clearly trying to grab my attention. It was evident that he had come specifically to find me; otherwise, in such darkness, spotting him would have been quite difficult.
I held my breath, hesitating as I bit my lip. My hand clenched into a fist and then slowly relaxed. I quickly asked, "Are you human or a ghost?" I tried to sound calm, but my voice trembled despite my efforts.
Zhang Fatty replied, "Does that matter?"
"Of course it matters," I insisted. "Weren't you poisoned by Brother Li?"
He scoffed, "Poisoned? What poison? Am I even capable of moving after that? Someone just doesn’t want you to know the truth, but I’m going to tell you."
I hurriedly asked, "What truth? Is it about the funeral home?"
So many people died at the funeral home last time; could it have all been staged? But it felt so real back then. I even checked for breathing—it was gone—and their faces were pale and lifeless, like actual corpses.
Yet somehow, they all came back to life later. Then Brother Li sent me a message saying I was caught in a conspiracy and warned me not to tell anyone he was still alive.
Thinking of this made me involuntarily gulp down cold air.
Zhang Xun, Zhang Fatty, and Brother Li—before this, I had never seen any interaction between Zhang Xun and either of them. They seemed unrelated at first glance, yet now they were intricately connected. What secrets lay hidden among them?
My breathing grew heavier as beads of sweat formed on my forehead. There were too many things I wanted to know, which made me anxious. At the same time, fear crept in—what if this conspiracy wasn’t over? What role was I playing in it?
Suddenly, Zhang Fatty let out a chuckle and said to me, "Chen Fei, don’t be so nervous."
I quickly said that I wasn't nervous.
At this moment, I saw Fatty Zhang's hands were both present, which meant that the bloody hand Brother Li gave me probably didn't belong to him. Fatty Zhang said, "You say you're not nervous, but you're sweating like crazy."
Damn, even at this moment, Fatty Zhang still had the energy to joke with me. I was indeed nervous, but I was more eager to uncover the secret.
I took a step closer to Fatty Zhang, but he retreated three steps. Suddenly, he quickened his tone and said, "I don't have much time. I have things to handle later. I'm here for one thing."
I asked, "What is it?"
Fatty Zhang replied, "Are you with Zhang Xun right now?" I nodded and then asked, "Do you know Zhang Xun?" Fatty Zhang said, "Haven't you seen the photos?"
"Are the photos real?" I asked in surprise. But Fatty Zhang didn't dwell on that; he said, "Chen Fei, you need to remember this: Zhang Xun's words can be trusted, but not completely."
"What do you mean?" I inquired. Fatty Zhang explained, "There’s a hidden truth about what happened back then, and he might be the key to it. But I'm not sure yet. Chen Fei, remember my words."
I was still skeptical inside. What did Fatty Zhang mean by that? Was the hidden truth related to what happened in 198?
Confused, I took a few more steps forward, wanting to get closer to Fatty Zhang. However, he seemed wary of me; every step I took forward made him step back.
"You can't get close to me yet," Fatty Zhang warned. "There are eyes watching us. If they see us together, we’ll both be in trouble."
I couldn't understand what Fatty Zhang meant by that. Weren't we already standing together? Could those eyes really not see us? Was there a third party involved?
I scanned my surroundings but saw nothing. Fatty Zhang said, "Stop looking around; you won't see those eyes. Just remember to listen to me. Also, after you deal with your subordinates' issues, make sure to visit Zhang Family Village. There lies the secret of Zhang Xun. You can go alone."
"Zhang Family Village? But there are so many Zhang Family Villages; which one should I go to?" I voiced my confusion.
Fatty Zhang replied, "Just remember this: there isn't a single living person in that Zhang Family Village; everyone there is dead."
I wanted to ask more questions, but suddenly Fatty Zhang called my name loudly. His voice abruptly grew louder in the pitch-black environment.
I was truly startled, my heart felt like it was stuck in my throat. I shot a glare at Zhang, the chubby guy.
Zhang continued, "That thing is coming. I need to leave first. You should hurry and get out of here too. I'll find a way to pass on the information and secrets to you later. Just run now, and whatever you do, don’t make a sound or look back."
I wanted to say something, but Zhang quickly turned and ran off into the distance.
Once he was gone, I took a look around. Damn it, even though this was a green forest area, it felt eerily sinister. Thinking about what Zhang had said only made it more terrifying.
Finally, I stopped hesitating and took off running. The wind rushed past my ears, and despite having just showered, I was drenched in cold sweat.
Anxiety gripped me like a dark cloud overhead. Just then, I heard a strange noise behind me. It was unsettling enough to send chills down my spine; it must have come from the owner of those eyes Zhang had mentioned.
Though I was extremely curious and wanted to look back, the sudden increase in Zhang's voice volume made me suppress that urge.
I ran like a madman until I gradually began to hear the sound of water; the strange noise behind me had faded away.
At that moment, I was utterly exhausted—my heart raced, my breath came in quick gasps, and I was sweating profusely—not from exertion but from sheer panic.
Looking up, I could finally see the flickering light bulb hanging from the wooden post outside the grass hut.
I felt an inexplicable sense of relief wash over me.
After resting for a moment, I walked toward the grass hut. Once inside, I glanced around but didn’t see Zhang Xun.
Gao Ling looked at me and said, "Fei, you've been in the shower for so long that you're still dripping wet!"
I took advantage of the light to check myself; indeed, I was soaked through as if I'd just come out of the water.
I acknowledged Gao Ling with a grunt. She continued, "You arrived just in time; we're making fish soup! You’re in for a treat. By the way, where’s your brother?"
Zhang Xun had spotted the Taoist and chased after him; I still had no idea how things were going for them.
I said to Gao Ling, "Maybe he went out for a walk!"
Gao Ling didn't ask much more and suggested, "Why don't you give him a call to bring him back? I'm fine."
At that moment, Zhao Fan suddenly walked over to me and said, "Brother Fei, I've noticed something."
I asked what the problem was.
Zhao Fan replied, "It's about those eerie Yin Cats we saw tonight. They seemed pretty weak during the day, but at night they were exceptionally fierce. Don't you think so?"
After Zhao Fan finished speaking, I realized he was right. During the day, when we fed the cats grass or took their blood—even when we killed some of the Yin Cats—they hardly put up any resistance.
But just a moment ago, damn it, they were all so eerie, suddenly acting like they had been injected with a stimulant, chasing us and attacking.
Gao Ling thought for a moment and said, "That makes sense."
These Yin Cats might be extremely yin in nature, which is why they are more active at night. During the day, with the Yang Qi being strong, these Yin Cats lose their ferocity entirely.
While we were discussing this, the Taoist suddenly appeared in front of me.
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