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Living Funeral
My hand froze in mid-air, just about to touch the Spirit Tablet, but I halted.
I was wondering how this Spirit Tablet came to be. It seemed like I hadn’t brought it out myself; if I hadn’t, then it must have been that Brat who did.
And my name was probably written on it by that Brat as well.
Seeing me stop, the Brat urged me, "Hurry up! If you don’t move quickly, it’ll be too late."
Suddenly, I chuckled a few times and said to the Brat, "You think you can trick me? Not so easy."
Upon hearing my words, the light in the Brat's eyes flickered and then extinguished, replaced by a dull gaze.
He said, "So, you don’t want to listen to me?" His voice deepened; it didn’t sound like that of a child anymore but rather like a middle-aged man.
I glanced at the Brat.
The atmosphere grew tense as he continued, "Chen Fei, if you refuse to listen to me, then I’ll have to personally send you on your way."
With that, the Brat lunged towards me. Since I was sitting on the bed, I quickly rolled to the other side as he came closer.
The Brat let out a chilling laugh. "Chen Fei, I gave you a chance."
I spat and replied, "With those tricks of yours, you think you can fool me? You’re still too green."
Previously, I had inexplicably been shoved a Spirit Tablet on Coffin Street, and since then, I had been caught in this predicament. The Brat glared at me through gritted teeth and said, "Chen Fei, don’t get too smug; you’ll know the consequences soon enough."
At that moment, neither the Taoist priest nor the red-clad ghost appeared. I bit my finger, preparing to use my blood to suppress this Brat.
However, the Brat stood motionless in front of the Spirit Tablet, his complexion gradually turning a shade of dark blue as strange patterns began to emerge on his face.
I couldn’t understand what the Brat was doing. Then he pressed his palms together, his lips moving up and down.
The wind blowing in from the window grew colder and more sinister.
But in the next second, the Spirit Tablet suddenly trembled in the incense burner. I felt a wave of discomfort wash over me, as if something was trying to leave my body.
I looked at the Brat in confusion. He stared back at me with a wicked smile on his lips, as if to say, "Chen Fei, your time is up."
At that moment, the Yin Qi thickened around me; I could feel my body growing colder—colder to the point where I couldn’t help but shiver.
What on earth was happening? Sensing that something was wrong, I wanted to call out for the Taoist priest. But before I could utter a word, something even more terrifying occurred.
I witnessed my own soul beginning to separate from my body. The sensation sent chills down my spine. I reached out in an attempt to hold onto my soul.
But it was futile; my soul and body were slowly parting ways, and a pain began to spread throughout every corner of my being.
I wanted to resist but found myself unable to speak or move an inch.
At that moment, Brat said, "Now you know how powerful I am, right?"
I stared at Brat, thinking that I had underestimated the situation! It felt too late to call for help now. Logically, the Taoist and the woman in red should be nearby, but why weren't they coming to my rescue?
I couldn't help but wonder if it was going to be like last time by the river, where the Taoist didn't intervene. A sense of dread filled me; it felt as if my soul was being drawn out of my body by a magnet.
Brat then said, "If you have any last words, you might as well say them now. Who knows, I might be kind enough to help you fulfill them."
Damn it, I couldn't even speak; how could I leave behind any last words?
Seeing that I was silent, Brat continued, "You think this is over? Let me tell you how you're going to die next. Don't really think that just because you've become my Substitute Ghost, you can find someone else to take your place later. You can't. Once I seal you into that Yin Plate and burn it, there will no longer be a Chen Fei in this world."
Damn it, this bastard's methods are ruthless; he wants to scatter my soul completely.
I wanted to control my body, but I realized I had no power over it. The pain of being pulled away felt like being skinned alive—"bone and flesh separating"—a subtle agony akin to thousands of ants gnawing at my skin.
Finally, my soul was drawn out and uncontrollably moved toward the Yin Plate. Damn it, my body felt so weak lying on the bed. I turned my head to take a look. Damn it, am I dead now? My soul has already left my body; am I still considered alive?
Damn it, is this how I'm going to die? Suddenly, I felt a surge of unwillingness; there were so many things I hadn't done yet. I truly didn't want this to happen, but everything had already unfolded. Was there anything I could do?
A smug expression appeared on Brat's face as he said, "Still waiting for someone to save you, Chen Fei?"
At that moment, with my body and soul separated, I regained the ability to speak. I asked him, "How do you know?"
"Give it up," Brat said. "Do you know why this Yin Plate is called a Yin Plate? It's because it doesn't belong to the Underworld, so the living cannot perceive its existence. Otherwise, do you think your foolish friend outside would hear such a commotion and not come to save you?"
I thought to myself, am I waiting for Gao Ling to rescue me? I'm waiting for the Taoist to save me.
However, even though the Yin Plate blocked the perception of the living, did it also block the dead? The Taoist and the woman in red were both dead; surely they must have sensed something by now?
As I got closer and closer to that Yin Plate, my heart sank.
Damn it, this time it's really over. What I didn't expect was that as I approached the Yin Plate, suddenly I seemed to collide with something, and my soul was instantly rebounded back.
Perhaps the impact was too strong; I let out a scream. Before I could regain my composure, Brat's tone changed. "Chen Fei, did you do something to the Yin Plate?"
His voice now carried a hint of panic. Of course, I had no time to respond to Brat; I saw my body and simply lay down.
I had been worried about not being able to return, but as soon as I lay down, my physical body and soul perfectly aligned.
Seeing this scene, Brat's voice grew increasingly terrifying. He questioned me, but I didn't answer; he must have been furious by now.
His face turned pale, and his hands quickly came together again in prayer. This time his speech sped up. Seeing Brat like this made me anxious; the earlier separation of my soul and body had nearly scared me to death.
I certainly couldn't just sit there and wait for him to finish. As his lips moved, I jumped onto the bed and rushed towards him. I quickly wrote the two characters for Decree on him, and in the next moment, Brat's ghostly form disintegrated.
However, only the surface layer disintegrated; Brat looked at me coldly, his hands still clasped together as he continued to murmur something under his breath.
The uncomfortable feeling surged back into my heart, and I cursed under my breath. It seemed he was about to draw my soul out again.
This time, I was truly scared; I felt an overwhelming urge to run away.
But the path ahead was blocked. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I called out the Taoist's name.
"Damn it, if you don't show up now, when will you?" I shouted. The voice of the brat turned sinister.
This time, my soul wasn't slowly separating like last time; it was being pulled out directly.
The brat sneered.
I thought to myself that the Taoist really wouldn't show up. If he didn't come to save me, then I had to save myself. My mind raced as I tried to think of a way out.
I needed a way to survive, but it seemed like there wasn't enough time. As I approached the Yin tablet, I stepped forward.
It felt strange, as if I were stepping into another world. It looked like I really was going to become this brat's Substitute Ghost.
Once my foot crossed over the Yin tablet, I was ready to give up struggling. At that moment, the brat's cold voice echoed in my ear, "Just go peacefully."
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