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The Fifty Thousand Ants Devouring Bones
Next, I cast an ant extermination spell and a fire talisman, causing the crawling ants to instantly turn into a pile of blackened, charred remains.
I instructed the others to leave, not wanting this incident to be exaggerated and spread around.
Once everyone had departed, I also asked Zhu Gang to leave.
I wanted him to go so he wouldn’t have to witness the gruesome sight of the deceased being devoured by the Carnivorous Ants.
“Master Ma, can I stay?”
“Leave. You still have your studies ahead of you, and your mother will need you. There are things you shouldn’t see; if you do, it will leave a shadow on your mind, which is not good for either of you.”
“Fine!” Zhu Gang reluctantly turned to leave. After taking a few steps, he looked back. I waved him off, watching as he joined the others in the distance before I unleashed a barrage of attacks on the black sheet covering the body. Pfft~ Pfft—an overwhelming stench of chemicals filled the air, making me feel nauseous. I wondered who had bought this spray; it was definitely not good—too strong and toxic!
The spray spread through the air, but there seemed to be no significant change under the black sheet covering the corpse. I reached down and grabbed a corner of the sheet, yanking it open with force.
Underneath the pulled sheet was still a layer of darkness. Thankfully, I didn’t suffer from trypophobia; seeing so many Carnivorous Ants was something I had never encountered before in my life. Even my grandfather had never faced such bizarre occurrences.
What was particularly strange was that there wasn’t a single ant on the sheet; they were all feasting on the corpse.
This was truly a real-life version of “Ten Thousand Ants Devouring Bones.” Previously, he had been left battered and bruised, and now he was being drained of his marrow by these ants. The bloodstains that remained on his flesh were licked clean by them.
As the spray erupted with energy once more, I choked on the fumes and stumbled against the wall to steady myself. After a fit of coughing, I felt a tightness in my chest.
Reluctantly, I hurriedly exited the mortuary.
Zhu Gang and the others hurriedly gathered around, each asking, "Master Ma, are you okay?"
It was hard to believe that everything was fine in the foggy funeral hall. The air was thick with a pungent odor that made me feel nauseous, and I was on the verge of vomiting. Zhu Gang disregarded everyone's attempts to stop him and rushed into the hall.
Inside, he was met with a horrifying sight: a mutilated skeleton, infested with ants, had become a pitiful corpse riddled with holes. He fell to his knees, weeping uncontrollably, muttering, "I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't mean for this to happen... I'm sorry... Dad... I'm so sorry."
Hearing Zhu Gang's words left everyone stunned. Could there be some hidden truth behind his father's death?
Zhu Gang pulled out his laptop and after crying for a while, opened a certain website. It was the page for Ma Wu Funeral Home that I had set up. I had been too busy lately to manage it, but I noticed that the page had been getting a lot of clicks recently.
Through tears, Zhu Gang said, "I opened this site and saw that it offered curses against enemies, allowing you to wish for their deaths in whatever way you wanted."
I moved my mouse and asked, "And then?" I clicked on the order list, where the last signer was Ma Wu. No way—he didn't even exist! The signboard I set up was linked to business transactions; there was no curse option. I continued clicking through other settings, and every signature was Ma Wu.
I froze in confusion; panic began to set in. Ma Wu was my grandfather's name—what did these signatures mean? Was someone impersonating him or… Suddenly, Zhu Gang snatched the mouse from my hand.
"Ma Wu is your grandfather?" someone asked. I nodded mechanically.
"It’s been a long time since we heard anything about him. How could he suddenly appear?"
I stumbled back a step as Zhu Gang stood up. "I ordered a bloodthirsty Bat curse along with the Ants Devouring Bones curse against my dad because of his alcoholism and domestic violence towards my mom, not to mention his infidelities. I never thought this curse would actually come true."
I was bewildered by what was happening before me, recalling the series of nightmares and the strange occurrences involving me and Fatty. A sudden wave of anxiety washed over me regarding Fatty. I needed to go home and check on him. So I instructed someone to ensure that the Ice Coffin was repaired and powered up before leaving.
As I departed, I handed Zhu Gang a Bagua Mirror. Faced with these bizarre events, I didn’t know how to comfort him. My purpose in returning to the Funeral Home was also driven by an urgent need to verify something. Without considering anything else, I hopped onto my old motorcycle and sped home.
The road felt familiar yet strangely out of sync with time. The cold wind whipped against my face; it didn’t hurt but felt unbearably chilly. Suddenly, his voice echoed in my ears: meet me here at midnight tonight.
This was the promise that Qin Ye made to me, but I needed to return to Ma Wu Funeral Home. Checking the time on my phone, I realized I should make it in time.
In the dark of night, a flickering light cast an unsteady glow on the road, shrouded in mist. In this fog, nothing was visible to the naked eye. Being here, I could feel chills piercing through my neck; I shivered countless times, yet nothing particularly strange happened.
Perhaps it was this item from Qin Ye that kept certain things at bay.
I arrived at Ma Wu Funeral Home.
The surroundings were hazy, but the sign of Ma Wu Funeral Home stood out brightly under the streetlight.
Ever since my grandfather passed away, I didn’t know when Ma Wu Funeral Home had closed its door that used to remain open all night. On the desolate street, cold winds swirled paper scraps and dust around me as I knocked on the roll-up door.
Inside, Fatty seemed to be in a deep sleep, showing no reaction to my knocking.
This made me even more anxious.
I couldn’t help but knock harder—bang bang bang!
“Who is it?” came Fatty's voice from inside. I felt a bit relieved. I knocked a few more times as a response; this was our agreement. If I returned, I would knock three times. If it wasn’t me, he shouldn’t open the door, as his fate was tied to the yin realm. He could be harmed by evil spirits if he ventured into the Underworld and fell victim to Yin Qi.
When he opened the door and recognized me, Fatty still asked in surprise, “Brother Qi, how did you come back?”
I didn’t look at him but instead glanced toward the dark room and whispered, “Close the door tightly.”
The dark room looked just like before; the empty coffin resembled a rectangular mouth waiting to swallow someone whole along with their flesh and bones.
Fatty didn’t dare step inside; he stood at the doorway, constantly glancing around.
I tapped my fingers against the coffin lid, and a hollow sound echoed from the bottom. My heart skipped a beat, and I decisively called for Fatty to bring me some tools.
To my surprise, when I turned around, Fatty was not at the door. It was probably for the best; I headed to my grandfather's tool shed and found a claw hammer. I began to tap delicately on the coffin, producing a rhythmic thud followed by a soft clatter as the second layer was revealed.
This was the result I had been hoping for.
Inside the second layer curled a soft body, which caught me off guard. To my astonishment, it was none other than Fatty.
Wait a minute, if this is Fatty, then who is that Fatty in the room?
In an instant, realization struck me. I quickly grabbed the curled-up Fatty from the coffin and pressed a Soul Binding Talisman onto him. Then I took out a pill that Qin Ye had given me and stuffed it into his tightly closed mouth. After that, I placed another talisman on him and hurried to find the other Fatty.
The other Fatty stood at the door. Hearing my footsteps, he slightly tilted his head, a wicked smile creeping across his face as he slowly opened his arms.
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