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Living Funeral
I glanced at Yang Xiu and then looked towards the alley; Wu Luo had already vanished.
Yang Xiu said, "Let's go, Fei." His tone had returned to calmness as he pulled me into the courtyard. Once inside, he folded his black umbrella.
Then he told me, "Fei, you've consumed too much Yin Soup, which has caused an imbalance in your yin and yang. Right now, you have a heavy presence of Yin Qi on you, so the way to save you is through bloodletting."
I was speechless.
I replied, "You drank my blood, and now you want to take more? Are you out of your mind?"
Yang Xiu said, "You need to understand that I'm trying to save you. Besides, your blood isn't what I drank. This West San Village has a place known as Ghost Village."
Feeling dazed, I asked, "So are you a ghost? Aren't you a Ghost Hunter? Why aren't you catching ghosts?"
Yang Xiu clearly seemed afraid of Wu Luo but was putting on such a serious front.
I said, "Yang Xiu, let me tell you, I came here to get my blood back. Don't even think about harming me."
After I said this, Yang Xiu's expression shifted between gloom and clarity. After a moment, he ominously asked, "Fei, are you doubting me?"
I angrily retorted, "Damn it! Just give me my blood back!"
Yang Xiu shot back at me, "You really don't know what's good for you."
At that moment, I surveyed the courtyard. It resembled a traditional siheyuan with red lanterns hanging from the door frames all around; however, every door was tightly shut.
Yang Xiu said to me, "I've saved you. Not only do you fail to show gratitude, but you also doubt me. Do you know why this place is called West San Village?"
I shook my head, indicating that I didn't know.
My head was really hurting at this moment, and I couldn't think of anything; it just felt like my brain was about to explode. "Yang Xiu," said, "there are three areas here: one is Yin Zhuang, one is Yang Zhuang, and the other is Ghost Village. We are in Yang Zhuang, which is suitable for the living, while Yin Zhuang is where people like Wu Luo reside. As for Ghost Village, as the name suggests, it's a place for ghosts."
I didn't fully understand what he was saying, but I grasped the general idea. Then I asked, "So you are a living person?"
Seeing me ask this, Yang Xiu quickly replied, "You finally guessed right. I am indeed a living person. I come from Zhongnan Mountain as a Ghost Hunter."
I merely hummed in response; I didn't have the strength to say much more.
Yang Xiu continued, "Fei, although I don't know how you ended up here, meeting me means it's fate. I will definitely help you."
At this point, I wasn't really paying attention to what this guy was saying; my mind started drifting back to what Zhang Fatty had told me earlier. But now I was forgetting quickly; I slapped my head several times but couldn't recall anything.
Yang Xiu took my hand and led me further inside. We arrived at the center of the courtyard, where there was a table set up with chicken, duck, fish, and meat.
There was also an incense burner on the table, with a Spirit Tablet inserted into it. Beneath the table, Joss Paper was burning. Not far from the table stood two Paper Figures—one male and one female—that looked quite eerie.
Although I felt dazed at that moment, seeing these items brought some awareness back to me. I knew that all of these things were related to the dead.
I stepped closer, and Yang Xiu followed suit.
It seemed that all of these items had been prepared by Yang Xiu in advance; he must have been waiting for me to arrive.
Suddenly, Yang Xiu asked me, "Fei, do you want to live?"
I pondered for a moment and then replied, "Of course I want to live."
"Then you can start letting some blood out. I don't need too much, just a cup will do; more than that is useless."
I glanced at Yang Xiu and replied, "Haven't you already drained my blood? If you want to let blood, you should do it from yourself. I'm filled with the blood of the dead right now."
He said, "Fei, you've been deceived. Your blood hasn't been completely drained. Who would dare to drink all your blood at once? That would be courting death."
I began to regain my senses. Wu Luo, that bastard who made me drink his concoction, had truly messed me up and left me in a daze.
Yang Xiu said, "I'll let some of your blood out now; after that, you'll feel a bit clearer."
I didn't resist and allowed him to draw my blood. Surprisingly, after the bloodletting, I felt much better. I let out a sigh and stared at Yang Xiu, whose face was still pale.
Looking at the cup of blood, I asked, "Is this blood really mine?"
Yang Xiu replied, "How could it be fake?"
At that moment, I looked around and suddenly felt the Yin Qi in this place was quite heavy. Memories started flooding back to me. I asked, "What village is this?"
Yang Xiu answered, "This is West San Village, consisting of Yin Zhuang, Ghost Village, and Yang Zhuang."
Right, those three villages! You mean this is Yang Zhuang? Yang Xiu quickly confirmed that yes, this was indeed Yang Zhuang.
I eyed Yang Xiu suspiciously and said, "Why do I feel like the Yin Qi here is so dense?"
I wasn't fully awake yet but could definitely sense the heavy Yin Qi. Yang Xiu explained, "It's because you've drunk too much Yin Soup; that's why you're feeling this way."
That made some sense. Drinking too much Yin Soup wasn't good at all. Wu Luo really wasn't a good person for forcing me to drink five or six bowls of it. Just thinking about it made me angry as I glanced at the table set by Yang Xiu and the Paper Figure.
I spoke up, "Are you going to perform a Ritual?"
Yang Xiu responded with a hum and said, "Yes, a Ritual."
Since my blood had not been completely drained, but I did have a wound on my hand, it seemed that someone had indeed drawn blood from me. But why was Yang Xiu using my blood for the Ritual?
I felt puzzled and quickly asked, "Yang Xiu, what kind of Ritual are you performing?"
At that moment, my phone had run out of battery, and there was no place to charge it. Yang Xiu said, "This is an exorcism Ritual. West San Village is a strange place where yin and yang coexist, and ghosts are mixed in. That's why I come here several times a year to guide the wandering souls and expel some Evil Spirits."
Yang Xiu spoke with conviction.
I glanced at the two Paper Figures standing on either side; they swayed slightly in the breeze.
Something felt off to me. Was something wrong? Moreover, looking at Yang Xiu, he didn’t seem like a good person—his face was pale and somewhat ghostly.
Yang Xiu was preparing to start the Ritual when I stopped him. I said, "Can we skip this Ritual?"
Yang Xiu looked at me and asked, "Why?"
I replied, "Why do you need to use my blood for the Ritual?"
Yang Xiu fell silent, his expression changed, and then he said, "Fei, your blood has exorcising properties; don't you know that?"
I was aware of that.
Yang Xiu continued, "If you don’t want me to use your blood, I won’t." He then poured the blood onto the ground.
"Did you see that?" Yang Xiu said. "If you want to survive and get out of West San Village, make sure you don't do these three things: First, don't go to Yin Zhuang or Ghost Village on your own. Second, don't believe Wu Luo's words. Third, don't drink the cup of water left by Wu Luo."
I was momentarily stunned.
Yang Xiu continued, "That water might just be Yin Soup."
At the mention of Yin Soup, I immediately felt nauseous. Just then, a cool breeze swept through, causing some loosely shut doors and windows to rattle.
My attention was drawn to the clattering sound, and I quickly looked up. I saw a shadow moving to close the window. Upon seeing the shadow, I froze for a few seconds; it looked oddly familiar!
It seemed like the same shadow we encountered that night with Zhang Fatty and the others.
Those shadows were the ones who gave us the water.
These shadows didn't seem like living beings! They appeared quickly and vanished just as fast. At that moment, Yang Xiu began performing a ritual.
I watched as he closed his eyes and started muttering something. I couldn't catch what he was saying, but the more I watched, the more uneasy I felt. As he performed the ritual, the wind picked up, and then I heard the sound of a door opening; someone was coming out of the room.
Damn it! Without thinking, I flipped over the table. My instincts told me that this ritual was not going to end well.
Seeing me overturn the table, Yang Xiu immediately stepped back and shouted at me, "Fei, what the hell are you doing?!"
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