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Living Funeral
Gao Ling continued, "When I was five years old, my dad brought a fortune teller to our house. The fortune teller said that there was a dead person living inside me, so he cut open my back and took the dead person out. After that, he stitched up a Centipede Scar for me."
I found Gao Ling's story so eerie that I couldn't help but ask, "Is that true?"
Gao Ling replied, "How would I know if it's true? I was just a kid back then, still wearing open-crotch pants. I couldn't remember much. But ever since that incident, my parents' attitude towards me hasn't been as good as before."
As Gao Ling reminisced about the past, Zhang Xun interrupted with a question, "Are you afraid of pain?"
Gao Ling answered, "Of course I'm afraid of pain."
Zhang Xun then asked, "Which are you more afraid of, pain or death?"
After a moment of silence, Gao Ling replied, "I guess I'm more afraid of death."
Actually, both Zhang Xun and I had noticed a red mark on Gao Ling's back, and we could see letters through the skin.
At that moment, Zhang Xun pulled out a knife and said to me, "Go grab that towel for him to bite down on; we don't want him to be too messy later."
I nodded and went to look for a towel but couldn't find one. In the end, I had to use a piece of clothing that Gao Ling had taken off for him to bite down on. Gao Ling looked pitiful at that moment, as if he were about to go into battle.
Gao Ling said, "Fei, you need to tell me what exactly is on my back."
I replied, "I don't know the specifics either, but I saw there's a red mark on your back." At that point, Zhang Xun was disinfecting the dagger. Hearing our conversation, he suddenly chimed in, "Someone has planted a Ghost Curse on your back."
"What is that?" Gao Ling asked, his tone tinged with curiosity. He continued, "And who planted it on me? I don't feel a thing."
"It’s possible that someone did it during the funeral just now," Zhang Xun replied.
Upon hearing this, Gao Ling exploded with anger. "Damn it! I knew that bunch of bastards were up to no good. Sure enough..."
I urged Gao Ling to stop talking, as Zhang Xun was already preparing to take action.
I stuffed his clothes into his mouth, and in the next moment, Zhang Xun moved. I found it strange that the Ghost Curse had embedded itself directly into his skin without him noticing. Looking at the centipede-like scar on Gao Ling's back, I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine.
The Ghost Curse seemed to lie about five centimeters beneath the scar. Zhang Xun's movements were careful; it appeared he was also somewhat apprehensive.
As the knife fell, Gao Ling's body tensed up tightly, his hands forming fists.
Cold sweat poured down from Gao Ling's forehead.
He bit down on his clothes, muffled cries escaping his lips, revealing just how much pain he was in.
Blood quickly flowed from Gao Ling's back as Zhang Xun nearly skinned a patch of flesh off him. The sound of Gao Ling's cries changed under the agony.
"Hang in there, it's almost over," I encouraged him.
Gao Ling's eyes widened in terror, teetering on the brink of collapse. All I could do was keep encouraging him.
Finally, Zhang Xun took action and removed a black talisman from Gao Ling's skin. However, the black talisman was wrapped in a layer of fresh red blood.
After taking out the Ghost Curse, Zhang Xun immediately pressed his hand against Gao Ling's wound and asked me to fetch some bandages to dress it.
Once the wound was bandaged, Gao Ling was barely hanging on to life, but fortunately, he had not fainted.
Perhaps the pain was subsiding; Gao Ling removed the cloth stuffed in his mouth and said, "Fei, hurry and give me a cigarette. I can barely hold on."
I quickly fished out a cigarette from my pocket and placed it in Gao Ling's mouth, lighting it for him.
After taking a puff, Gao Ling said, "That feels much better."
I asked Gao Ling to cooperate a bit so I could properly wrap the bandage. Once everything was done, Gao Ling said, "Let me see what this Ghost Curse is."
However, when Zhang Xun showed the Ghost Curse to Gao Ling, his expression changed. "This..."
Gao Ling momentarily fell silent.
I asked him, "What's wrong?"
Gao Ling replied, "This cursed thing looks exactly like what that fortune teller took out of me back in the day."
As soon as he said that, Zhang Xun's expression shifted as well. I turned to Gao Ling and said, "Weren't you just a brat back then? How do you remember this Ghost Curse?"
Gao Ling said, "I don't remember much else, but I definitely remember this cursed thing because it nearly killed me back then."
Zhang Xun's expression was dark and uncertain. He then asked, "Did you have this thing in your body back then?"
Gao Ling replied firmly, "Yes."
That was truly strange. If it was something that had been in your body before, how could it still be here now? I wondered if it had somehow regrown.
Zhang Xun fell silent and tossed the Ghost Curse into the fire to burn it.
Gao Ling asked, "Fei, should we call my dad?"
I glanced at Gao Ling and felt that this situation was a bit eerie, so I told her to go ahead and make the call. Gao Ling nodded and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.
She then dialed a number, and Zhang Xun called out to me, saying, "Chen Fei, come here. I need to talk to you."
Just as Gao Ling was making the call, I responded and stepped outside with Zhang Xun.
At that moment, Zhang Xun's face looked somewhat grim. After a moment of silence, I took the initiative to ask him, "What is it? Just go ahead and say it."
At that time, Gao Ling's voice came from inside as she called out for her dad. It seemed the call had gone through.
Gao Ling had a loud voice, so her words echoed clearly.
"Zhang Xun called out to me as I stepped a few paces away from Gao Ling's room, saying, 'Chen Fei, you'd better stay away from the person inside that room.'"
I glanced at Zhang Xun, and he didn't seem to be joking when he said that.
So I asked, 'What's wrong with Gao Ling?'
Zhang Xun replied, 'When he was five years old, the fortune teller was right. There's a dead person living inside him, but the dead person hasn't been removed yet, and there's also a Ghost Curse placed on him.'
'But didn't the fortune teller just help him remove it?' I questioned.
'That's a lie.'
After those words fell, my breathing became heavier, and I asked, 'Whose lie is it? Gao Ling's or the fortune teller's?'
Zhang Xun didn't answer immediately; he pondered for a moment before saying, 'Both could be possible.'
But how could that be? Just as Gao Ling said, he clearly understood nothing at the age of five! What does a five-year-old child know? Besides eating and playing, how could he remember so much?
However, Zhang Xun's next statement silenced me. He said, 'I've lived from 198 to now and still look this young. If that's possible for me, what else isn't possible?'
After those words, I was taken aback. Could it be that five-year-old Gao Ling was a scheming boy? My mind was suddenly filled with doubts.
But what if this Ghost Curse really existed within Gao Ling? I used this to voice my inner confusion.
Zhang Xun said, "It may not bring harm to others, but there is definitely a conspiracy against you."
At this point, Zhang Xun's emotions were already somewhat agitated.
"What makes me different?"
Zhang Xun appeared hesitant, and I waited for his response. However, he finally sighed and said, "It's best if you trust me. If you don't trust me..." He paused for a few seconds before adding, "If you don't trust me, then forget it."
My heart raced.
Zhang Xun continued, "That year, Five Coffins appeared on Coffin Street. These Five Coffins were prepared for five people, and all five who walked out of here are connected to these Five Coffins."
I didn't quite understand Gao Ling's words at that moment.
Zhang Xun went on, "The reason Jiang Changsheng targeted these five people is entirely due to one person. Without this person, the other four would not have been touched."
Hearing Zhang Xun mention Jiang Changsheng again made me feel uneasy. Could it be that because of him, Zhang Xun had survived until now? But how could that be? Is it really possible for someone to live forever?
At this moment, Zhang Xun continued, "Chen Fei, do you understand now?"
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