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Living Funeral
In fact, Zhang Xun hadn’t revealed much; he had merely scratched the surface.
Five coffins and one Jiang Changsheng—this was something I couldn’t quite grasp. Finally, I asked Zhang Xun, “Does this have anything to do with me?” It was the most straightforward way to ask.
As soon as I said this, Zhang Xun’s expression suddenly changed. This time, it wasn’t just a slight change; it was a drastic shift that made him look quite unwell.
In the dim light, I noticed beads of sweat forming on the tip of Zhang Xun’s nose.
Eventually, Zhang Xun nodded and said, “I can’t tell you these secrets until we find Jiang Changsheng.”
A wave of unease stirred within me.
I continued, “But what does this have to do with Gao Ling?”
Just as Zhang Xun was about to respond, Gao Ling called out to me, “Fei, I just finished my call. What are you two talking about out here?”
Zhang Xun’s voice abruptly stopped; he didn’t continue. It was the first time I had seen him so tense, but I didn’t press further.
Once inside the room, Gao Ling was grinning foolishly. “My dad actually answered my call just now and told me that the matter of the Ghost Curse should stay between the three of us.”
I nodded and reassured Gao Ling that we wouldn’t tell anyone else.
However, at that moment, I couldn’t help but feel a bit suspicious of Gao Ling. My heart began to race.
Gao Ling sighed, “What a pity! After hearing about this, my dad asked that Gao Qing come back to help me look into it. Honestly, I don’t need her.”
At that moment, Gao Ling's face was pale, and the smile she wore felt somewhat bitter.
I said to Gao Ling, "It's not bad that Gao Qing is coming back to help you!"
Gao Ling replied, "You know that brat; who can stand her foul temper? I'm her brother, yet she shows me no respect at all."
I chuckled a few times but didn’t pursue the topic further. I told Gao Ling, "It's late now; you should get some sleep. We'll talk about anything important tomorrow."
Gao Ling agreed.
Zhang Xun and I left Gao Ling's room.
I called out to Zhang Xun, who turned to look at me for a moment before heading into his own room without saying anything. I stood there in a daze for a while before finally going into my own room.
It was already past midnight, and Coffin Street was truly eerie. I had only been here for a few hours, yet so many strange things had already happened.
Lying in bed, I found it hard to fall asleep, pondering whether the person impersonating Gao Ling was somehow connected to that Ghost Curse.
My thoughts were restless as I tossed and turned, unable to find rest.
I kept replaying Zhang Xun's words in my mind: Five Coffins.
And then there was Zhang Xun's unfinished sentence, which surely related to Gao Ling—something about keeping my distance from her.
Suddenly, I felt that things were becoming serious because Gao Qing was also on her way.
Could it be that a dead person really resides within Gao Ling's body? I couldn't sleep, so I got up to smoke a cigarette. At that moment, a cold breeze blew in through the window, making me shiver involuntarily.
The smoke drifted with the wind, and my mind felt a bit chaotic.
Just then, I suddenly heard a strange "giggling" sound from outside, which immediately captured my attention.
I looked out the window, and the kerosene lamp on the table swayed back and forth in the wind.
In that faint light, I surprisingly saw the Brat. Instantly, I was startled and shouted, "What do you want?"
At that moment, the Brat was still clutching the Spirit Tablet, emitting a chilling laugh. However, after a while, he slowly faded away and disappeared.
This Coffin Street is truly eerie! Very eerie indeed.
I sat back down on the bed, my palms sweating coldly. My breathing became heavier as I stared out the window for a long time. When there was no movement outside anymore, I lay down.
The room was very clean; the bedding looked as if someone had stayed here before.
After a long journey and some fright, my nerves were really on edge. Yet eventually, I couldn't resist the wave of drowsiness. After glancing outside and seeing no activity, I relaxed my mind and immediately fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept until someone knocked on the door and woke me up.
Gao Ling's voice came from outside: "Fei, are you awake?"
Just as I was about to respond, my expression suddenly changed because I discovered something next to my pillow—a Spirit Tablet.
In an instant, I was startled by the sudden appearance of a Spirit Tablet beside me.
Could it be that Brat returned it to me?
At that moment, the knocking on the door outside continued. Once I regained my composure, I picked up the Spirit Tablet to take a look. I had originally thought it would be the one from that night, but upon closer inspection, I was shocked to see my name written on it.
What the hell is going on?
I stepped out with the Spirit Tablet in hand. Gao Ling noticed my hurried demeanor and asked, "What happened?"
I asked Gao Ling, "Has Zhang Xun woken up yet?"
Gao Ling replied that it seemed he hadn't. I quickly walked to Zhang Xun's door, preparing to knock, while Gao Ling followed closely behind, asking if something was wrong.
I showed the Spirit Tablet to Gao Ling. After glancing at it, she said, "Why does it have your name on it? I checked last night, and it wasn't your name! This Spirit Tablet can't be the same one from last night."
I agreed; this was definitely not the same Spirit Tablet.
Regardless of whether it was or not, seeing my name on a deceased person's Spirit Tablet felt ominous.
I knocked several times on Zhang Xun's door. It was better to ask him about this; he was more knowledgeable about such matters. My knocking was urgent, and before long, Zhang Xun opened the door.
Just as I was about to speak to him, Zhang Xun said, "I heard you from inside. Show me the Spirit Tablet."
Gao Ling quickly handed over the Spirit Tablet. After taking a look at it, Zhang Xun said, "This is a Yin tablet; it's your Yin tablet, Chen Fei."
"I don't care what kind of trouble you're talking about; I'm still alive, aren't I?"
Zhang Xun replied, "You may be alive, but your time is running out."
Honestly, every time we touched upon this topic, it felt heavy on my heart, yet it was a conversation we couldn't avoid.
This time felt like an unexpected disaster, and I still had no idea which bastard had shoved the Spirit Tablet into my hands.
I could still remember how casually he had asked me to hold it for him.
Damn it, now that I've taken it, why don't you take it back?
I felt uneasy inside and turned to Zhang Xun. "What should we do now?"
Zhang Xun handed me the Spirit Tablet and said, "Just wait for a moment. Someone here wants to frame you because you are the Yin-Yang Fate; you're the best candidate for a scapegoat."
I was left speechless.
I am the Yin-Yang Fate, the best candidate for a scapegoat. I muttered to myself, feeling anxious.
Gao Ling said, "Brother, you have to save Fei; you can't let anything happen to him!"
Zhang Xun glanced at Gao Ling with a deep look but didn't respond immediately. After a pause, he finally said, "I will."
After what happened last night, Zhang Xun must have developed some bias against Gao Ling, but he didn't show it. I meditated for a moment and then asked, "Is someone really trying to make me a scapegoat?"
Zhang Xun said, "It's possible. The name of the previous Yin Plate and this one is already different, so there must be something hidden in this."
This time, Zhang Xun revealed that I was part of the Yin-Yang Fate, which made me feel very uneasy. Previously, Gao Qing and several Evil Spirits had also seen through it. That’s why they all wanted my life.
Perhaps my blood being different from ordinary people is also due to this reason.
The name Coffin Street is indeed fitting. As we stood in the corridor, a sudden creaking sound came from downstairs, indicating that someone had opened the door below.
Gao Ling asked, "Is someone coming in downstairs?"
Zhang Xun shook his head, and Gao Ling said he would go down to check. But Zhang Xun quickly replied not to.
Why? Could it be that this house isn’t yours at all? But that didn’t make sense! If it wasn’t yours, how could you have the key?
At that moment, sounds began to come from downstairs. I looked at Zhang Xun curiously, but he still showed no reaction.
I felt uneasy; could it be that Zhang Xun casually entered someone else's house?
Time passed second by second, and after several minutes without anyone speaking from downstairs, Zhang Xun finally said that someone had come to deliver an Invitation.
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