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Living Funeral
"Damn it," I thought, even if I had seen it before, in this situation, I would pretend I hadn't. Besides, I really hadn't seen it. I stared at the Mummy, feeling a chill creeping up my spine.
I replied, "I haven't seen it."
But he still held onto my pants tightly. I was clutching that book, preparing to dig out something to ward off evil from my backpack. My movements were cautious.
It was as if he could see through me; suddenly he said, "Are you going to get something?"
Talking to a corpse like this was truly unsettling. I continued to gaze at the Mummy, my hand froze mid-motion. I asked, "Are you dead or alive?"
Asking that question felt rather foolish! It's a Mummy after all; how could it be alive? All the moisture in its body had evaporated, leaving nothing but skin over bones.
Yet I still blurted it out. If the Mummy still had consciousness, wouldn't that be quite eerie?
The Mummy replied, "What do you think?"
I cursed inwardly; how dare he turn the question back on me? If I knew, why would I ask? Gripping the book tightly, cold sweat began to trickle down my forehead and nose.
This was genuinely terrifying. I felt scared but couldn't break free. I shone my flashlight on him and the more I looked, the more he resembled Zhang Xun.
Of course, that was just a vague impression; I couldn't be sure. Suddenly, he let out a cackling laugh, the sound akin to teeth scraping against a rough stone—chilling.
I really didn't want to stay here any longer. This guy seemed too twisted for comfort. I exhaled sharply; his mouth moved slightly. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't even notice.
Since this was Zhang Xun's place, could the one lying on that bed be Zhang Xun? Anxiety gnawed at me.
He showed no extreme reactions at that moment. After a pause, I asked, "Are you Zhang Xun?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt my pants being pulled tighter, and he was still tugging me toward the bed. I hurriedly tried to back away, but it barely made a difference.
I asked, "What do you want?"
He said, "You know too much. Why not stay and keep me company?" His voice was terrifying.
Damn it, this is your fault. I pulled out a dagger that I always carried with me and plunged it directly into the Mummy's body, but it had little effect. I asked, "Is he really Zhang Xun?"
I was almost pulled off my feet by him. Damn it, without hesitation, I squeezed blood from my fingertip and this time didn't write any Decree; I let the blood drip onto the Mummy. In the next moment, the Mummy let out a horrific scream. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly pulled away from its grasp. Just as I was about to flee, I grabbed my notebook and ran downstairs. Strangely enough, the Mummy didn't chase after me, and I burst out of Zhang Xun's house in one breath.
I stood at the door, panting heavily, still feeling a lingering unease in my heart. The beam of my flashlight shook along with my trembling body.
I glanced back upstairs; there was still no sign of movement.
Could that Mummy not leave the bed? Or was it unable to leave the house? Its screams had also faded away.
Silence returned to the place, and I felt I couldn't linger there any longer, so I moved further away from Zhang Xun's house.
I randomly found a spot that seemed safe and began to flip through the book. However, upon opening it, I realized it wasn't a book but a notebook.
As I opened it, a line of text caught my eye: "Are you really going to keep reading?" I stared at those words in a daze for a moment and didn’t continue flipping through. Did he know someone else would read this when he left the notebook?
My breathing hadn't calmed down yet, but I continued to read on, only to find what was recorded next made my scalp tingle.
Zhang Yunfen, died on January 1st, 198... Zhang died on January 1st, 198...
...
Zhang Fang, died on June 1st, 198... My heart raced as I read; this was essentially a death register! So many people had died.
I flipped further back and came across another name: Zhang Xun, died on April 1st, 198...
This...
I kept shining my flashlight on the notebook. Did Zhang Xun really die? Damn, did he really die? I was completely bewildered; Zhang Xun died in 198.
Watching the video, Chen Fei died on April 1, 198. Zhang Xun and Chen Fei both died. But Chen Fei came back to life on April 4! So what about Zhang Xun?
Was the corpse lying on the bed Zhang Xun? Was the one in Coffin Street Zhang Xun? I was contradicting myself, my head felt like it was going to explode. Reluctantly, I pulled out my phone to call Fatty Zhang. But the call wouldn’t go through. That damn Fatty Zhang had led me into a pit. Could I find out Zhang Xun's true identity here? Instead, it left me more confused about who Zhang Xun really was.
The hundreds of people from Zhang Family Village were all recorded as dead, with no survivors.
I flipped to the last page; although everyone had died, the cause of death was not written anywhere. Did they just die suddenly? Did they catch some infectious disease and all succumbed?
On the last page, it simply said: "Have you finished reading? After you’re done, go to the village well and fish that thing out."
As I read those words, it felt as if the person who left the message was speaking directly to me. Going to the village well to fish something out must refer to the well where I got my drinking water.
I closed the notebook and started walking forward, an inexplicable unease stirring within me.
I turned back for one last look at Zhang Xun's house. I hadn’t searched it thoroughly before, but now I didn’t dare go in. Damn, that really scared me earlier. Could I even go in after understanding everything?
Thinking this way, I headed toward the village well. Jiang Hao and the others should still be there.
However, after taking a few steps, I felt like someone was following me. I thought to myself, could it be this eerie? It must be an illusion; it had to be an illusion. I continued toward the village well, but at that moment, I heard a sharp scream. I froze in place.
Then I heard Jiang Hao’s voice. Had something happened? Thinking this, I hurried forward and arrived at the village entrance, where I saw a glow inside a house. I rushed in and saw several men and women gathered together. I asked, “What’s going on?”
At that moment, Jiang Hao said, “Dan Dan wants to commit suicide.”
I: …
Damn it! What a waste of time! She’s actually playing with suicide; is this woman sick? I just took a simple glance; I really had no other thoughts at all.
I suddenly felt a heavy presence in the room. Jiang Hao had been controlled by Dan Dan, and I asked everyone to step aside since they were all facing away from me.
Once they moved, I was met with a strange sight: both Jiang Hao and Dan Dan were sitting on the bed, looking perfectly fine.
They sat there like a bride and groom, exuding an air of composure that seemed entirely at odds with the earlier chaos.
It felt like an illusion, and I was momentarily stunned. I hesitated, thinking to myself, are you two putting on a show? The atmosphere felt off, and it was quite eerie. I called out to Jiang Hao, "Is everything okay?"
I glanced around at the men and women beside me; their expressions were blank. Something was definitely wrong! I asked, "Are you all alright?"
My heart raced with anxiety. I really wanted to leave; this place felt too strange, and these people were odd. Damn it, I thought, as I deliberately tried to stabilize their emotions with my questions.
I began to shift my weight back, feeling like I had fallen into a trap. Damn it, I thought again; I was about to be caught. I forced a laugh that came out awkwardly.
Everyone stared at me with wide eyes but surprisingly remained still. Just as I was about to step away from them, my path behind me was suddenly blocked.
Sitting on the bed were two people, surrounded by six others on either side and behind me.
I thought to myself that this was it; I was done for. I looked up at Jiang Hao and Dan Dan and said, "What are you doing? Playing a wedding game? If so, go ahead; I've got some things to take care of, so I'll just be leaving."
As soon as my words fell, Dan Dan's lips curled into a strange smile that sent chills down my spine. My heart sank; this was bad news.
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