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Living Funeral
After the Black Dogs entered, there was no commotion; the silence inside was somewhat eerie as we stood outside.
Gao Ling said, "Let's go in."
However, Gao Qing still hesitated. After a moment, he finally said, "Open the door."
The door was quickly pushed open, and once inside, we immediately began to search. The room resembled a storage space, cluttered with various items. However, after clearing away the junk, we found a bed that was neatly made, with a faint scent of powder lingering in the air, as if it belonged to a woman. Yet, there was no one in the house at that moment.
I thought this must be the lair of that sorcerer. But right now, it was empty.
"Where are those dogs?" Zhao Fan asked.
Gao Ling replied, "They're under the bed."
At that moment, after taking a quick look around the room, Gao Qing said, "Let's go. We'll come back tonight to catch someone."
I noticed a wall covered with many dolls made of clay. Gao Qing urged me not to look and to hurry out; otherwise, if we were discovered, all our efforts would be in vain.
Zhao Fan and Gao Ling were amusing themselves with the dogs when Gao Qing scolded Gao Ling, saying, "Don't you realize what state you're in right now?"
The remark was abrupt and left everyone stunned.
However, after carefully considering it, I understood what he meant but chose not to voice it.
Gao Ling seemed genuinely at a loss for words after being reprimanded by Gao Qing and didn’t retort.
We quickly left the place. Zhao Fan suggested, "Since we haven't rested all night, why don't we all have breakfast together?"
Gao Ling quickly replied with a good word. Gao Qing shot a glare at Gao Ling and said, "You’re coming home with me for a bit, and then you can come back tonight."
Gao Ling asked, "What do we need to go home for?"
Gao Qing retorted, "I said we’re going home, so just do it. Why all the nonsense?"
Gao Ling glanced at me and Zhao Fan. I told Gao Ling, "You should go with her. We’ll see you tonight."
Reluctantly, Gao Ling got into the car with Gao Qing, and Zhao Fan and I went to have breakfast. Zhao Fan asked me, "Brother Fei, why is Gao Ling so scared of her sister?"
I shook my head, indicating I didn’t know. After we finished breakfast, Zhao Fan suggested, "Let’s buy some things to ward off evil spirits."
I agreed, and the two of us bought a rooster and some quicklime powder.
On the way, Zhao Fan suddenly asked me, "Brother Fei, do you know anything about the Gao Family?"
I shook my head again and asked if there was a problem. Zhao Fan laughed it off and said there wasn’t any issue. Then he added, "Actually, something strange did happen with the Gao Family before, and it’s related to Gao Ling. I wonder if she’s told you about it."
I felt a bit puzzled and asked, "What happened?"
Seeing my confusion, Zhao Fan said, "It seems Gao Ling hasn’t shared that with you. I guess I shouldn’t say too much."
Since Zhao Fan left his statement hanging, I felt annoyed and urged him to continue. He hesitated for a moment before saying he was worried that Gao Ling might blame him later.
I told Zhao Fan to go ahead; he could deal with the consequences afterward. In my mind, I thought it was amusing that Zhao Fan was still afraid of Gao Ling—he was just teasing me.
I waited for Zhao Fan to continue. After a few seconds of pause, he said, "Alright then, who told you to be Brother Fei?" With a chuckle, he added that this story was indeed a bit eerie. When Gao Ling was younger, a fortune teller had visited the Gao Family.
At this point in his story, I realized what Zhao Fan was getting at.
However, I did not interrupt Zhao Fan. What Zhao Fan said next was not much different from what Gao Ling had mentioned back on Coffin Street, the only difference being a small detail at the end.
At this moment, Zhao Fan continued, recalling that fortune teller who had come to my house years ago. It was quite remarkable; this fortune teller was indeed uncanny, predicting everything with eerie accuracy.
There was a look of longing on Zhao Fan's face. He was older than us; if we were talking about the same year, Gao Ling would have been five, while Zhao Fan must have been in his teens. This memory was likely from his best years.
Zhao Fan said, "I still remember that the fortune teller's surname was Jiang. He had a dignified appearance, clearly a person of great stature."
"What? Your fortune teller's surname is Jiang?" I felt a surge of excitement inside. If he had the surname Jiang, it could possibly be Jiang Changsheng, though at that moment I was merely speculating.
I waited for him to continue. Noticing my excitement, Zhao Fan asked, "Have you heard of this fortune teller?"
I shook my head and then asked, "Do you know his full name?"
After a pause, Zhao Fan replied, "Let me think." But just by looking at him, it was clear he couldn't recall. He continued, "I don't know his full name, but he had a nickname—Jiang Changsheng."
A nickname of Jiang Changsheng? Wasn't his real name also Jiang Changsheng? What could his real name be?
Zhao Fan fell silent for a moment and then said, "I seem to really not remember his real name. I think it doesn't even start with Jiang. It's quite normal for such extraordinary people not to reveal their true names. So many years have passed; I can't recall the specifics anymore."
Since Zhao Fan couldn't remember, I didn't press further.
Zhao Fan looked at me curiously and asked, "Aren't you curious about Gao Ling? Why are you so interested in that fortune teller?"
I replied casually, "Just asking."
Zhao Fan said, "But considering the fortune teller's age, he should still be alive. It's just uncertain where he might be wandering now."
After exchanging a few more words, we decided not to continue on that topic.
Time passed quickly, and by seven in the evening, Gao Ling and the others arrived. When Gao Ling came in, his expression was somewhat grim.
However, he didn’t show it too obviously. He said, "Let's resolve the hospital matter tonight."
I nodded in response.
Gao Qing, with a blank expression, said, "In a few moments, we’ll head up."
"What time exactly?" I asked.
Gao Qing replied, "Eleven-thirty."
"Alright," I said. "I’ll go change into some clothes in the ward." I actually wanted to see if that strange woman was there.
That woman must be hiding something; otherwise, how could I have been haunted by the Ghostly Guide last night?
As I pondered this, I walked toward the ward when suddenly a Taoist priest appeared.
His appearance surprised me a bit. The Taoist said to me, "Chen Fei, can you help me with something?"
I looked at him in confusion and replied, "What do you need? I have some matters to attend to tonight. Can it wait until after?"
The Taoist's expression was serious. "My matter isn’t urgent; it can wait until you finish here, but it shouldn’t be delayed too long."
He continued, "Chen Fei, this hospital issue is the work of a sorcerer. Remember not to trust anything that sorcerer says and don’t touch anything."
I asked, "Is this sorcerer really that eerie?"
The Taoist replied, "Drinking baby blood is inherently wrong. Also, those Black Dogs are heavily tainted; their blood might be very important to her. Just remember what I said, and don’t get bitten by any dogs."
After the Taoist finished speaking, I realized that he had actually been following me all along.
I suddenly felt that something was off. The Taoist had been by my side, and now he was asking for my help. Did he know that I had lost his Urn?
My thoughts grew heavier, but the Taoist showed no particular reaction.
When I returned to the hospital room and opened the door, I didn’t see the woman. I called out for Nurse Wang Yan. When she saw me, she said, "Where have you been? If something happened to you, I would be responsible."
I reassured Wang Yan, saying, "Don't worry, I'm fine. You don't need to stress too much."
Wang Yan replied, "Then don’t run off like that again." I nodded and then asked, "Where did she go?"
Wang Yan's expression quickly changed. "You shouldn't ask about her; she's a strange person."
Wang Yan's reluctance only piqued my curiosity further. I stared at her intently, and perhaps feeling a bit uncomfortable under my gaze, she said, "She has connections in the hospital; that's all you need to know."
At this point, I decided not to press further. Wang Yan was about to give me an IV drip when I said it was fine; I didn't want it anymore.
However, Wang Yan insisted. Just then, the door to the hospital room was pushed open, and the woman walked in, approaching us. As she got closer, she said to me, "Come with me."
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