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"What... what did you say?" I found it hard to believe. Li Zhisheng's face was grim as he repeated, "You heard me right, my ancestor was a Yin Master..."
"A Yin Master? What is a Yin Master?" Hu Fang asked curiously from the side. I gestured for her to be quiet and let Li Zhisheng continue.
"The Ghost Oil I told you about earlier was made by my ancestor. You were a bit emotional at that time, so..." Li Zhisheng fell silent again.
With a loud slap, I slammed my palm on the marble dining table, causing my hand to tingle. "Didn't you tell me that Soul Burial is used to seal spirits? If it's sealing, then your ancestor should be a Yang Master, not a Yin Master!"
"Is it impossible for a Yin Master to be a good person? Is it impossible for them to turn over a new leaf?" Li Zhisheng put down his utensils, his gaze becoming distant as if recalling some past he was reluctant to mention.
Hearing this, although I was eager to know what had happened, I could only suppress my anxiety upon seeing Li Zhisheng's expression. I spoke in a calm tone, "It seems you don't want to talk about these things. Since that's the case, I won't push you. When you're ready to share, you'll tell me naturally. I trust you."
As soon as I finished speaking, Li Zhisheng turned his face away, his eyes widening slightly, revealing an extremely complex emotion. He opened his mouth as if wanting to say something but hesitated instead, simply nodding gently at me as if thanking me for my trust.
"What are you all staring at? Let's eat..." I changed the subject, and everyone picked up their chopsticks again to eat. However, no one spoke afterward; we all ate in silence.
After dinner, I noticed that the serious expression on Li Zhisheng's face had eased somewhat. I couldn't tell if it was just my imagination or if he really felt better.
The four of us sat on the sofa, idly watching advertisements on TV. Only Meng Zhuang occasionally turned to look at the three of us. "Uh... Shen, where am I sleeping tonight?" Meng Zhuang broke the silence with a tentative question.
I snapped back to reality and said, "Ah, I only have three rooms here. If you don't mind, you can sleep in my room; I'll take the sofa..."
Meng Zhuang shook his head vigorously. "No way! How can I let you sleep on the sofa? I'll take the sofa..." After arguing with Meng Zhuang for a while without convincing him, I had no choice but to go along with his decision.
Seeing that it was past midnight, I stood up first and said, "It's getting late; I'm going to bed now. Don't stay up too late..." Hu Fang stood up alongside me. "I'm going to sleep too..."
Li Zhisheng remained seated and said to Meng Zhuang, "Meng Zhuang, I want to stay up a bit longer. If you want to sleep, you can go to my room; it's more comfortable in bed..."
At this point, I didn't know what else to say. I exchanged glances with Hu Fang; she also seemed unsure of what to do. "There's still food in the fridge; don't let yourself go hungry..." Hu Fang said to Li Zhisheng before turning and heading back into her room.
Meng Zhuang saw that I was still standing there and said, "Shen, you should go rest. It's fine, I'll stay with him. Don't worry..."
"Mm..." I replied and walked back to my room.
As soon as I entered, I pulled out a cigarette from my pocket and lit one. Watching the wisps of blue smoke rise from the burning tip, a sense of unshakeable sorrow filled my heart.
Gu Kai held my evidence in his hands. Even though I didn't know if it was real or fake, if it was fake, he could easily deal with me. I was utterly powerless against him, and there was no way to find a solution to save Li Zhisheng from him. The Death Apostle, who always seemed so powerful, was now of no use at all...
Thinking of the Death Apostle reminded me of his instruction to apply Ghost Oil around the house. "I can't believe I forgot something so important!" I muttered to myself as I took off the coat hanging on the rack and pulled out the bottle of Ghost Oil that the Death Apostle had given me.
With a pop, I removed the cork, and a wave of jasmine mixed with a metallic scent instantly overwhelmed my senses, overpowering even the smell of smoke.
I tossed my clothes onto the bed and stepped outside with the Ghost Oil in hand.
As soon as I reached the living room, I heard a deep snoring sound. Following the noise, I saw Meng Zhuang sprawled on the sofa, snoring loudly. "Isn't Meng Zhuang supposed to be keeping Li Zhisheng company? How did he fall asleep by himself..." I murmured.
At that moment, I noticed that Li Zhisheng was nowhere to be found in the living room. Panic surged through me as I hurried to check his room. Pushing open the door, darkness enveloped me; I couldn't see anything.
I reached out to feel along the wall in the room. With a click! The light from the ceiling illuminated the space brilliantly.
There lay Li Zhisheng alone in a pool of blood, a knife embedded in his chest—the very knife we used for peeling fruit at home. The blade had sunk halfway into his chest, while the other half glinted ominously under the harsh light, piercing my eyes.
"Li Zhisheng! Li Zhisheng! Wake up! What the hell are you doing!" I rushed to his side and knelt down with a thud, shaking his shoulders vigorously.
"An ambulance... right... an ambulance..." In a panic, I fumbled for my phone in my pocket and frantically pressed the unlock button, but no matter how hard I tried, the screen wouldn't light up again.
"Damn it! Of all times for it to die!" I slammed my phone onto the floor in frustration and ran back outside to shake Meng Zhuang awake from his deep slumber on the sofa. "Wake up! Wake up!" Seeing that Meng Zhuang was still fast asleep, desperation took over; without thinking twice, I slapped him across the face.
Startled by the slap, Meng Zhuang shot up from the sofa and looked at me with bleary eyes. "Shen? What happened?" He rubbed his jaw as he spoke.
I glared at him angrily. "What do you mean what happened?! If anything happens to Li Zhisheng, I'm not done with you! Hurry up and give me your phone!"
Meng Zhuang looked at me with wide, angry eyes, and in an instant, all his drowsiness vanished. He realized he might have gotten himself into trouble and fumbled around his body in a panic. "Hurry up!" I urged.
After a moment, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and nervously handed it to me. I snatched it away only to find that it was dead.
Meng Zhuang quickly explained, "Right, when you called me last night, Mr. Death answered the phone. It died after just a couple of sentences, and I kept forgetting to charge it..."
I shot him a fierce glare and tossed the phone back at him, gritting my teeth. "What good are you?" With that, I rushed to Hu Fang's door. Seeing that it was locked, I didn't hesitate and slammed my shoulder against it with all my might.
Hu Fang was startled awake by the sound of the door crashing open. "Ahhh!" she screamed as she sat up, wrapping herself in her blanket. When she saw me, her eyes were wide with fear as she asked, "Shen Xu, what are you doing...?"
I glanced around anxiously and asked Hu Fang urgently, "There's no time to explain! Where's your phone?!" Hu Fang, still dazed, extended her arm from under the blanket and pointed toward her vanity.
Following her gesture, I spotted a bright red phone sitting on the pristine white vanity. At that moment, it felt like finding a lifeline. I rushed over and grabbed the phone while silently praying, "Please don't be dead; please don't be dead..."
As I pressed the unlock button, the screen lit up like a beacon of hope shining on my face. "Hello? Is this 10?!" I asked urgently as soon as the call connected.
"Hello, this is City Emergency Center. Please state your emergency."
"Someone has been stabbed in the chest! I'm at Huifeng Campus Building 4, Room 10! Hurry!" After briefly explaining the situation, I hung up in a hurry.
"Who got stabbed?!" Hu Fang asked in shock.
"Li Zhisheng! You need to get up and help!" With that, I hurried back to Li Zhisheng's room. By now, Meng Zhuang had seen Li Zhisheng lying on the floor; he stood nearby trembling without saying a word.
I crouched down beside Li Zhisheng and continued shouting in his ear, "Wake up! You can't just die like this! Who did this to you? Tell me; I'll make sure they pay for it... Speak to me! Please!" My vision began to blur as tears streamed down my cheeks; my shouting gradually turned into sobs.
At that moment, Hu Fang arrived as well. Seeing the scene before her, she rushed over and knelt beside Li Zhisheng with a look of shock and helplessness on her face. "What... what happened?" she asked me with trembling voice.
I wiped my tears with my sleeve and sobbed, "I don't know either! He was like this when I found him... It has to be Gu Kai; it must be him!" I said fiercely as I pounded my fist against my thigh.
"Ahh!" I shouted at the Flower Board above me in rage. "Gu Kai! We will not rest until one of us is gone!"
Anger, regret, sadness, pain—various emotions intertwined within me at that moment. It felt like I was on the brink of complete madness, wishing desperately to find that damned Gu Kai and take him down with me.
Suddenly, there was a rapid knocking at the door. "This is the Emergency Center, open up!" a voice called from outside. I glanced at Meng Zhuang. "Hurry up!"
At that moment, Meng Zhuang didn't dare to hesitate any longer; as soon as I called him, he dashed out.
Moments later, Meng Zhuang returned with three doctors. The first two entered and immediately pushed Hu Fang and me aside, while the third followed closely behind, carrying a stretcher.
One of the doctors, wearing glasses, took out a stethoscope and placed it on Li Zhisheng's chest. He then asked Hu Fang and me, "How long has he been injured?" "I'm not sure, at least for several minutes..." I wiped my tears away.
After listening, the doctor silently shook his head.
Hu Fang could no longer contain herself; she grabbed the doctor's sleeve and pleaded, "Please save him! He must still be alive!" Two glistening tears rolled down her cheeks.
Just then, a series of coughs escaped from Li Zhisheng's mouth...
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