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Chapter 67: Death and Rebirth
Once I understood, my mind became remarkably clear.
I had indeed encountered a mishap; whether I was dead or not remained uncertain, but I was certainly not in the realm of reality.
Just moments ago, on the road in the Underworld, someone had tried to harm me. However, upon realizing that I possessed knowledge of Mystical Arts, they naturally dared not provoke me further. And that dog? It was clearly a Dog Soul, wandering aimlessly in the Underworld after death.
I needed to return.
I shut out everything else, focusing solely on the will to survive.
To myself: "I must go back."
Then, I began to hear a cacophony of indistinct voices—soft, mournful, sharp, angry roars—all sorts of colors and images replaying in my mind like a film. Finally, everything fell silent.
In an instant, as my consciousness returned, an unprecedented chill washed over me.
This coldness came from all directions—my fingers, my body, and even the air around me. There was a frigid floral scent mingled with murmurs of voices—sobs, cries, and sighs. I suddenly opened my eyes.
At that moment, I heard a scream.
Footsteps echoed nearby, and then I realized that I was lying in an Ice Coffin.
Indeed, I was dead, resting in a coffin.
The driver responsible for the accident had done everything possible to appease my family (who was overweight) and compensated them handsomely. They even arranged for a Beautician to give me a makeover. My once handsome face was now marred by a deep scar that sliced across my cheek.
The one crying was Han Mi, while the one screaming was Chi Xinrong.
It was scary to see me wake up, which also made them both very surprised and happy. These two friends were so surprised that they desperately helped me up from Ice Coffin. I don’t have many relatives, so the condolence ceremony was low-key but grand enough. Those rich Deceased have it, and so do I. Anyway, the person who paid for it is not fat. I am buried in glory, and he has face. When I woke up, the driver who caused the accident smiled stupidly. It was a good thing that I woke up. He would never have to bear the debt of conscience again. Fatty was dumbfounded, with a complicated wry smile on his face. He walked towards me, carrying a piece of clothing to keep out the cold. He put it on me pretendingly, and together with Han Mi and Chi Xinrong, he helped me up and walked out of the condolence room. The moment the dead were resurrected at the funeral home was quickly exposed. I instantly became a household name, and the name Ma Qi ranked first on the hot search list. QQ almost exploded, and all kinds of weird problems made my head hurt. I had no choice but to uninstall QQ, and my ears became a little quieter. Waking up is a happy thing, but I can't be happy. I learned from Fatty that he was really controlled by Li Gui and became very scary. While chasing me, he witnessed a car hitting me. Then I died. Li Gui took away Yin Yin’s soul and Skull left and never appeared again. During this period, Yin Yin didn’t give me any hint. She didn’t appear during the ten minutes I was lying in Ice Coffin. It seems that this time Yin Yin is really bad. May be refined into Evil Spirit by Li Gui. You must know that children who die young with a lot of resentment are most likely to be exploited by others to refine their resentment and become an Evil Spirit that harms the world. I want to find her before Li Gui refines Yin Yin into Evil Spirit. I can't owe Yin Yin again and again. Come on, I still owe her a life.
The journey from the funeral home to the hospital is a rather absurd turning point in life. Do we come into this world only to die, or do we die only to be reborn? This question is somewhat profound, but I have tasted both the experience of life to death and death to life.
At the hospital, everything seemed normal. Han Mi and Chi Xinrong accompanied me back to the Funeral Home. The Funeral Home looked the same as always, except for one thing: its business had plummeted drastically.
The wreaths were covered in dust, and the items at the counter had become outdated and severely faded.
Fat Yi leaned on his chin, watching the passersby.
He sighed, "I hope Ma Wu Funeral Home's business picks up soon."
I threw a broom at him and scolded, "What do you think would happen if that kind of business improved?"
Fat Yi scratched his head in confusion and muttered, "That's true. Other businesses doing well isn't a big deal, but if the funeral business thrives, that's really concerning."
Not wanting to engage with this fool any longer, I prioritized finding Qin Ye.
First, I needed to confirm whether Lao Luo's death was true. Even though Fat Lao Luo was indeed dead and buried at Songling Cemetery, I still wanted to see for myself.
In the afternoon, while Fat Yi stayed at the Funeral Home, I took Han Mi with me; Chi Xinrong insisted on coming along as well. Together, we headed to a place.
Songling Cemetery.
I truly didn't expect to return to this place after Ji Xiaoying.
We had prepared offerings for Ji Xiaoying: a bouquet of White Chrysanthemums and some pastries.
When we arrived at Ji Xiaoying's grave, we saw a disheveled man in tattered clothes lying drunkenly on the stone slab of the grave.
He was sprawled out, emanating a foul odor that was quite unbearable.
I approached Chi Xinrong with Han Mi, reminding her to be cautious, fearing that we might encounter a drunken fool up to no good. However, when she saw the figure lying on the ground, she gasped and rushed forward, shouting, "Dad..." It was then I realized that this man, who looked like a beggar, was none other than Chi Zhi Ping, once a charming and popular handsome uncle.
I helped Chi Xinrong lift Chi Zhi Ping and together we placed him in the car before leaving with Han Mi. The unpleasant odor followed us into the vehicle. I wanted to accompany her to the hospital, but she refused, stating, "Who are you to meddle in my family affairs?"
In that moment, I noticed she seemed on the verge of tears but bit her lip tightly, holding back her emotions.
"Rongrong, don't be like this. Brother Qi is just trying to help," Han Mi said, concerned as she attempted to comfort Chi Xinrong.
"I don’t care about your matters; do whatever you want. I can handle this on my own."
Han Mi seemed to want to say more, but I shook my head at her. Chi Xinrong was stubborn and had her own opinions; once she decided on something, no one could stop her—not even her father.
Perhaps Chi Zhi Ping's current state was dire and embarrassing for Chi Xinrong. She likely felt ashamed of his condition and thus rejected our goodwill, wanting to deal with it herself.
Initially, I had planned for just the two of us to visit Lao Luo, but Chi Xinrong insisted on driving us in a friend's car. Walking together felt awkward with her there; now that she had left, perhaps it was for the best.
Chi Xinrong quickly disappeared from our sight.
I turned back to Han Mi, who playfully smiled at me before stepping forward and pinching my waist with her delicate fingers before swiftly pulling away.
Though it hurt, I liked it; this was the Han Mi I admired. She had a blend of innocence with a hint of wildness and rebellion. Her behavior indicated that her depression might be improving, and I genuinely hoped she would always be lively and happy.
Before long, we found Luo Deming's grave.
The tombstone bore a simple inscription: "Luo Deming's Grave."
Life goes on regardless of loss; times have changed. The tombstone lacked a photo of the deceased—just a few lines of text serving as identification. I placed a white chrysanthemum down and clasped my hands together in prayer, silently asking: Uncle Luo, before you rest in peace, could you give me a hint about who Qin Ye is? Where can I find him?
Han Mi mirrored my actions with her hands clasped together, eyes slightly closed as she silently prayed for something.
Lao Luo ultimately gave me no hints.
I took Han Mi away, and she asked me, "Did you talk to him just now?"
"I did." I gently wrapped my arms around her waist, and my tense mood suddenly relaxed at her words. We walked together like a couple in love, nestled against each other as we strolled through the quiet cemetery filled with tombstones. It felt somewhat eerie, yet also offered an alternative sense of reality, drawing the attention of others who had come to pay respects to their loved ones.
"Do you want to know what I just said?"
Rows of cypress trees, countless tombstones, offerings placed before them, and the clean marble steps. In this city of the dead, there was a lack of vitality and an abundance of desolation. In the tranquil atmosphere, I felt an urge to kiss her forehead, but considering the surroundings and the "people" sleeping beneath us, I dismissed the thought and squeezed her hand instead. "I like everything about you."
Han Mi's fair face flushed with color as she softly said, "I thank you for bringing Brother Qi back to me." I was speechless; did Han Mi think that my awakening was thanks to Lao Luo?
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