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Living Funeral
The cries sounded quite tragic, and the atmosphere in the room gave me an odd feeling.
An elderly woman opened the door for us, clearly the wealthy family's housekeeper. Gao Ling said to me, "Brother Fei, if we pull this off, we'll split the earnings evenly."
I was momentarily taken aback, but I didn't have any better options at the moment.
Old Wang's incident meant trouble for the funeral home, and my paycheck was likely in jeopardy. I needed income to survive.
So this deal was indeed appealing.
Gao Qing scoffed, "What about my share?"
Gao Ling replied, "Look at you. Of course, you'll get a cut. Brother won't shortchange you." The three of us hadn't even started yet, and we were already discussing compensation.
Noticing my nervousness, Gao Ling reassured me that it was nothing serious—just a case of Sleep Paralysis! It could be easily resolved.
I nodded, not saying much more.
Many people have likely experienced Sleep Paralysis—when you're unable to move but can sense what's happening around you. You might see strange things or hear odd sounds, all of which can induce fear...
However, this condition usually doesn't last long; within a few minutes, you regain movement. But in severe cases, it can be terrifying enough to scare someone to death...
Upon entering, we saw three people sitting in the spacious living room. A glance told me they were a family of three.
Upon seeing us, the elderly couple stood up.
Only the young girl sitting between them remained seated. She looked disheveled and pale, and there was a faint greenish hue to her complexion.
It was clear who had experienced Sleep Paralysis.
Gao Ling stepped forward and said, "We are here to see Uncle Liang." The man in front of us was dressed casually but wore a troubled expression, his head already balding.
The girl continued to sit motionless.
Gao Ling began to chat with the girl's parents, while Gao Qing directly sat down beside the girl.
Gao Qing asked, "Hello, can you hear me?"
After Gao Qing spoke, the girl slowly lifted her buried head, glanced at Gao Qing, and replied, "I can..."
However, her voice seemed to tremble as she spoke.
Gao Qing continued, "Can you tell me more about your symptoms of Sleep Paralysis? What do you feel when you're being pressed down?"
Before the girl could respond, Gao Ling interjected, "Uncle Cao, how about we check on Yu in his room first?"
Uncle Cao replied, "That sounds good. Let's go take a look. Child's Mother, why don't you take Yu along?"
The woman said, "It's better if Yu doesn't go; we should avoid any further stimulation."
Uncle Cao sighed and said, "Alright then."
Gao Ling added, "It's fine, we'll go by ourselves."
Gao Qing had originally wanted to ask Yu some questions, but it seemed that would not be possible. Yu appeared to be around my age and was not bad-looking.
I couldn't help but glance at Yu a few more times. As we were heading upstairs, I asked Uncle Cao, "Since she's experiencing sleep paralysis, why not change her room?"
Uncle Cao replied, "We've tried that, but switching rooms or even moving to a hotel didn't help. In fact, it got worse in other places; only Yu's own room wasn't as severe. We've consulted many 'masters,' but none have been able to cure her. I heard from Liang the Elder that you managed to save their precious son, so please, you must help my daughter this time."
Gao Ling said, "Today's masters are mostly con artists; don't put too much faith in them. As for saving your daughter, we will do our utmost, right? Fei?"
I was taken aback for a few seconds before responding with a simple "yes."
Gao Qing hadn't said a word during this time. When we reached the door of the room, Uncle Cao took out the key and was about to unlock it. Once the light was turned on, the room appeared clean and tidy, with nothing unusual.
Uncle Cao said, "This is it."
We quickly stepped inside. At some point, Gao Ling had acquired a compass in her hand. The needle on the compass swiftly pointed toward the bed.
Gao Ling walked over and directly lifted the blanket. As soon as the blanket was pulled back, we froze in shock; there lay a set of clothes meant for the deceased, currently pressed under the blanket.
It was just past seven in the morning, but seeing clothes worn by a corpse made us shiver involuntarily...
This was a set of funeral garments made from paper; all three of us had encountered this before and could tell at a glance that these were indeed clothes for the dead.
I glanced at Uncle Cao, but his expression showed he was completely unaware of the situation.
Gao Ling asked, "Where did this clothing come from?"
Uncle Cao replied that we should ask Yu about it.
Gao Qing picked up the deceased's clothing and noticed a strand of hair underneath. She asked, "How do you explain this hair?"
Uncle Cao was utterly clueless.
Gao Qing immediately said, "This wouldn't happen to be your daughter's hair, would it?"
At her words, we all froze in shock; the long strand of hair was clearly from a woman.
Gao Qing's voice turned cold.
Upon hearing Gao Qing's remark, Uncle Cao exclaimed, "How could that be? My daughter would never willingly have dealings with ghosts. You must be mistaken."
Gao Qing countered, "Whether it's a mistake or not is still uncertain. If someone gets entangled with a ghost, their Yang Qi will definitely be depleted, leading to confusion in their mind. The way your daughter looked just now was almost exactly that kind of symptom."
Gao Qing spoke bluntly, without any reservations.
Uncle Cao said, "I don't know the specifics either. If that's truly the case, I beg you masters to save my daughter!"
Gao Ling coughed a few times and assured him that saving his daughter was certainly possible; the key issue was...
Uncle Cao, a seasoned player in the business world, understood the implications behind the words and quickly produced the red envelope.
After receiving it, Gao Ling said, "Uncle Cao, don't worry. We'll take care of this. You can head downstairs now."
Uncle Cao glanced at us with suspicion, then added, "I’ll leave it to you all," before heading down.
Once Uncle Cao was gone, I remarked, "The Yin Qi in this room is too heavy."
Gao Qing nodded in agreement.
The room was indeed saturated with Yin Qi, while the Yang Qi was noticeably lacking.
"Gao Ling, go get a fire basin and prepare some Ghost Money and incense," Gao Qing instructed.
Despite her temper, Gao Ling seemed accustomed to being directed and quickly set about following Gao Qing's orders.
It didn't take long for her to return with the items.
Given that we had been dealing with sleep paralysis for quite some time, the house naturally kept candles and gold ingots on hand. Once everything was gathered, Gao Qing tossed the deceased's clothing into the fire basin and set it ablaze.
Next, she added some Yuanbao candles and Ghost Money.
Gao Ling and I watched from the side, feeling rather indifferent about it all.
After burning these items, Gao Qing said, "Use the paper to press the bed and sprinkle glutinous rice to sever the connection with the spirits."
Gao Ling quickly wrapped three incense sticks in three pieces of paper, creating three pairs, and placed them on the bed. Then, she sprinkled the prepared aged glutinous rice on the threshold.
The room was already filled with smoke, causing Gao Qing to cough. Gao Ling said, "Fei, go open a window."
I was about to move when Gao Qing stopped me. "It's better if it's sealed off. This fire is meant for the spirits."
I had no choice but to halt my steps. After Gao Qing finished speaking, he stood up and slowly walked toward me. I asked him if there was a problem.
Gao Qing chuckled a few times and said, "Using blood to attract spirits."
As soon as he said that, I inexplicably felt a chill behind me. Gao Qing was staring at me, and I froze for a few seconds. Gao Ling said, "Brother Fei, just bear with it for a moment."
This was supposed to be a profitable endeavor, so everyone should contribute a bit.
Thus, I chose to "bleed." Before long, I had drawn some blood. Gao Qing diluted it with some hot water and then told me to start writing.
Just as I was about to write, I suddenly felt as if someone was standing behind me.
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