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Living Funeral
I immediately felt Dan Dan's voluptuous figure. Of course, that wasn't the main point; the main point was that after she hugged me, she let out a pitiful cry.
Her hands kept groping around me for something. I cursed under my breath and thought about pushing her away, but her strength seemed to have multiplied, holding me tightly. Perhaps not finding what she wanted, her hands quickly moved to choke me from behind.
This time, I really didn't hold back. I elbowed her in the stomach, and she instantly fell to the ground. At that moment, everyone else finally reacted.
Jiang Hao rushed over to Dan Dan and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Dan Dan sobbed, "She looked at me, and I want to kill her! She saw my body!"
The other women comforted Dan Dan, saying, "It was just a glance! It's fine, Dan Dan. Him looking at us doesn’t take anything away."
But Dan Dan replied, "She saw my body! My chastity is gone! How am I supposed to get married in the future?"
Jiang Hao said, "Dan Dan, I’m willing to marry you. I'll marry you right away."
I glanced at Dan Dan and felt something was off. Nowadays, do women really want to end their lives just because someone looked at them? I had only glanced; I hadn't even touched her, yet she was ready to despair.
Women nowadays engage in one-night stands all the time; Dan Dan didn’t seem like a conservative woman at all.
Her intense reaction was completely irrational, and the expressions of the other women changed as well; they probably felt something was wrong too.
One woman said, "Why do I feel like Dan Dan has changed? It was just a glance; her reaction is too extreme."
Dan Dan was crying at this point while Jiang Hao held her tightly. I decided not to stay any longer. After giving Jiang Hao a nod, I left the scene.
Dan Dan seemed to have no apparent issues on the surface, but I suspected something was amiss. I couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.
Jiang Hao apologized to me, and I replied that it was fine. Turning away, I hurried towards Zhang Xun's house, the aroma of grilled chicken wings wafting through the air, making me realize how unfortunate I was to miss out on such a feast.
Thinking about Zhang Xun being the head of Zhang Family Village, I imagined his house would be quite grand! Gradually, I distanced myself from Jiang Hao and could no longer hear Dan Dan's cries.
I began to look at the house numbers, checking each one as I approached my destination. However, at that moment, I felt as if someone was following me from behind. When I turned around to look, there was nothing there. Walking alone at night often gives one the eerie feeling of a cold breeze brushing against the back of their neck, leading to self-doubt about whether someone is behind them. I found myself in this situation, turning around multiple times but seeing no one.
Eventually, I arrived at Zhang Xun's home, which bore the number 11 in Group 10. His house had a yard.
I stood at the entrance for a moment, pondering what exactly Fatty Zhang wanted me to find. And what about that pale hand and that ghastly face? Whose were they?
Was it the woman from the video? Had she really become so wretched? My thoughts were restless, and curiously enough, it seemed that both the Taoist priest and the woman in red were absent tonight.
I pushed the door open. Perhaps due to what had happened earlier in the ancestral hall, I felt a bit cautious and checked the door carefully as I entered. However, even if it were locked, it wouldn't stop me.
As I walked into Zhang Xun's house, I noticed it was a two-story brick structure. Looking at its exterior, I thought to myself that this doggone Zhang Xun was indeed wealthy; living in a two-story house back then was quite impressive.
I opened the door and stepped inside. The first thing that caught my eye was a photograph hanging in the center of the room. It was of Zhang Xun, though he looked very serious in it.
I began searching through Zhang Xun's house, rummaging through drawers and cabinets but found nothing of value—not even another photograph.
The place was filled with various odds and ends.
What exactly did Fatty Zhang want me to find? Was it something related to Zhang Xun's identity? After all, he was just the head of Zhang Family Village; could his identity be so simple that I could uncover it just by looking around?
I always felt something was off. After searching downstairs and finding nothing, I went upstairs. On the second floor, I entered a bedroom.
The room was tidy, with a bookshelf filled with books. I walked over to the shelf and started flipping through them. After going through many books, I finally found a photograph tucked inside one of them. I took it out, glanced at it, and then put it back.
There was nothing particularly interesting about it, and there were only four people in the photo. At that moment, I glanced at the bed and noticed someone seemed to be sleeping there.
I shone my flashlight on the bed; the shape of the blanket looked like someone was lying beneath it.
I instinctively asked, "Who is it?"
Cautiously, I moved toward the bed. Damn it, if it weren't for Zhang Fatty sending me here, I would never have come to such a creepy place in my life. He really tested my courage; if someone had a heart condition, they could easily die from fright here.
However, after I called out, there was no response from the bed. I reminded myself not to scare myself; Zhang Family Village shouldn't have any living people left.
Even if someone was on the bed, they should be dead. Damn it! I cursed aloud to bolster my courage. I suppressed my steps and approached the edge of the bed, lifting the blanket. Even though I had mentally prepared myself for this moment, I still jumped back in shock.
My breathing quickened. Holy crap, there really was a corpse, and it looked like a mummy! But upon closer inspection, I noticed its face bore a slight resemblance to Zhang Xun's features.
It really looked like Zhang Xun! But how could that be? My mind raced as I clenched my fists. Taking a deep breath, I exhaled slowly.
Could it be Zhang Xun? This question surged in my mind. But it couldn't be; I quickly dismissed the thought. Zhang Xun was trapped on Coffin Street—how could he possibly turn into a mummy?
Moreover, if this was indeed a mummy, then it clearly meant Zhang Xun was dead. I had doubted whether Zhang Xun was human before, but later he appeared in White City without a doubt as a living person. Yet now, here on Zhang Xun's bed lay a mummy that resembled him—this was definitely wrong!
As I pulled back more of the blanket, all I could see was a head. I continued to uncover the blanket completely and then saw the entire body; the mummy's hands were crossed over its abdomen.
However, beneath those hands lay a book. I approached to try and pull the book from its grip but found that it was held tightly.
I thought to myself that there must be something significant here, and I strained to pull it out. Damn it, it wouldn't budge. I had no choice but to pry open the joints of the Mummy to retrieve the book.
However, as soon as I opened the first page, I felt my pant leg being tugged. Then I heard a voice, ancient and chillingly cold, saying, "What are you doing with my things?"
At those words, I jolted and quickly stepped back, but my pant leg was still caught by him. Damn it, the quality of these pants was too good; I couldn't pull away.
It was a resurrection—an actual resurrection.
The very thing I had been wary of finally happened: a corpse coming back to life. With so many bodies in Zhang Family Village, I knew it was only a matter of time before this occurred.
Some corpses had been buried in the ground or placed elsewhere without any contact with "human energy," but once they suddenly came into contact with it, resurrection was highly likely.
I gasped in shock and continued to struggle. He repeated his question: "What are you doing with my things?" The way he spoke made me feel like he wasn't a corpse at all; he seemed more like a living person.
Instinctively, I replied, "I'll return it to you right now."
Damn it, this Mummy was terrifying. He lay there on the bed, completely still, except for that hand which maintained an arc as it gripped me tightly.
At that moment, I felt a chill run down my spine and my scalp tingle. But then he ominously asked, "Have you looked at it?"
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