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Living Funeral
After those words fell, Wang Yan quickly left. Looking at Wang Yan's figure, she seemed a bit flustered; it appeared she was truly afraid of this woman! At that moment, I still couldn't see the woman's face clearly.
In any case, it felt eerie. I asked, "Where are we going?" While saying this, I glanced at the Taoist priest, but he showed no reaction.
Since the Taoist priest didn't speak, it meant he wasn't opposed.
The woman said, "Just follow me."
I didn't move at that moment and replied, "What kind of place did you take me to last night? Why was it gone when I went back?"
The woman spoke in a chilling tone, "Are you scared?"
I found this woman strange. What was there to be afraid of? I couldn't help but ask, "Are you human or a ghost?" The Yin Qi around her was indeed heavy.
The woman replied, "If I were a ghost, how could the nurse see me?"
I continued her line of thought, "Then why was the nurse so afraid of you? And why don't you dare show your true face?"
Suddenly, the woman let out a cold laugh and said, "Do you want to see me?"
I took a deep breath and said, "Yes."
The woman responded, "Then I'll show you. But after you see me, don’t regret it." I tried to act tough and thought to myself, what is there to regret? It's just seeing her face.
Her voice grew colder as she continued, "After you see me, will you come with me?"
I bit my lip. If I followed her over there and she harmed me, what would I do? My heart raced as the woman asked again, "Are you scared?"
I glanced at the time; it was already eight-thirty in the evening. Looking at the woman again—damn it—I was now in a difficult position. Just moments ago, I had acted tough; now if I didn’t go or didn’t look, it would mean I was backing down.
I shook my head and said, "I'm not afraid of anything." As soon as my words fell, the woman no longer hesitated and swept her long black hair away from her face.
However, when I finally saw her features clearly, I was taken aback—she was ugly. Beyond ugly, she was terrifying. Her face was covered in scars; even one of her eyes was marred by them. There were also pus-filled sores on her face that were oozing white liquid, making me feel a bit nauseous.
The entire process lasted about ten seconds before the woman let her hair down and asked, "Are you done looking?"
I quickly replied, "Yes, I'm done. You can let it down now."
The woman straightforwardly said, "If you're done, then let's go." There was little emotional fluctuation in her voice. Unable to help myself, I asked, "Where are we going?"
She replied, "We're going to the same place as last night. You are Yin-Yang Fate, and soon you will bring out the pregnant woman living in that house. I will give you a Yin Yang Flag."
Upon hearing her words, I immediately understood. "So you're here to catch ghosts at the hospital too?"
The woman ignored my question and walked out of the ward. I followed her outside, where she told me, "Wait for me here. I'll be right back." After saying this, she swayed slightly as she walked ahead. Dressed in a hospital gown, even her silhouette felt eerie to me. Yet she was clearly someone knowledgeable in this field, which made it all the more unsettling.
At that moment, the Taoist stood beside me. I asked him, "Is she really a living person?"
He replied, "Yes, she's alive and has some skills; otherwise, how could she tell you are Yin-Yang Fate? This hospital is Eerie, and the place she’s taking you to is likely very Eerie as well."
I asked, "Should we go?"
The Taoist said, "Haven't you already agreed?" His words implied that I should go with her. After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the woman returned holding a Banner. The Banner was black and white on either side, resembling the colors of a Bagua Diagram.
She handed me the Banner and instructed, "You need to write four characters on it: Open the Ghost Gate. Use your blood."
Looking at her, I felt surprisingly accustomed to our conversation. The corridor was quite crowded at that moment, and I glanced at her with suspicion.
I found it strange but still did as she instructed.
After writing two characters on each side of the Banner, she told me, "Now close your eyes and hold my hand. I'll take you over."
I asked, "Can't I walk by myself?"
She replied, "You could last night, but not now."
I felt increasingly strange, and my curiosity grew. I closed my eyes and followed the woman as we walked forward. The noise around me was overwhelming at first, but after a few steps, it gradually faded away. When I opened my eyes again, I realized the corridor was empty.
Then I heard a sound of crying—it was the cry of a pregnant woman. A chill ran down my spine; the corridor felt eerily silent and cold. Having been here before, I knew what that pregnant woman was doing inside.
The woman said to me, "When you go in, do whatever the pregnant woman asks you to do. Seize the opportunity to take that basin out."
"What? Take the basin out?" I repeated. I knew what was in that basin—a child with its scalp removed!
I felt a wave of dread wash over me, and the woman looked at me and asked, "Are you scared?"
She was trying to provoke me again. Seeing that I didn’t respond, she said, "Give me the banner; I'll help you knock on the door."
After saying this, she walked over and knocked on the door. The sound echoed through the corridor—knock, knock, knock. After a moment, the voice of the pregnant woman came from inside: "The door isn't locked; you can come in!"
Hearing those words sent shivers down my spine. What kind of place was this?
I hesitated at the threshold, and the woman continued, "This pregnant woman has been in this hospital for many years; she has caused many deaths of children during that time."
"Is she a murderer?" I asked.
"Not entirely," the woman replied. "But she is one of them. I've been in this hospital for a while too; I've tried to deal with her before but never succeeded. However, now that you're here, I feel more confident."
"Me? Am I really that important?"
"You are Yin-Yang Fate; how could you not be important? Haven't you encountered many eerie things already? Everyone who approaches you has their own motives—believe me when I say this."
At that moment, the woman transformed back into her previous form; only her hair was visible, obscuring her face. She took the banner from my hand and said, "Go in now; don’t provoke her. Go along with her until you find an opportunity to take the basin away."
Although it sounded simple, just thinking about doing it made my heart race with unease.
But since I was already here, I might as well go through with it. After all, this woman was part of whatever chaos had unfolded in this hospital; it needed to be eradicated. As I pushed open the door, it creaked ominously before swinging open.
I stepped inside, and my heart felt like it was lodged in my throat. The pregnant woman continued to cry, but thinking about what she might be doing at that moment sent chills down my spine.
I mustered my courage and asked, "Do you need help?"
The pregnant woman replied, "My scalp is a bit itchy, but I can't use my hands right now. Could you help me scratch it?"
Damn it, this time it seemed like she wasn't following the usual script. Last time it was about taking off clothes, and now it was scratching her scalp. But really, crying over an itchy scalp? That seemed a bit weak.
Of course, I had no idea what this pregnant woman was thinking. After a moment's hesitation, I said, "Alright." With that, I walked over to her.
I reached out toward her hair, taking the opportunity to glance at her hands. Just one look made me gasp; she was indeed doing the same thing again.
Damn it, he—damn it—had nothing better to do than sit there crying while peeling the skin off a child’s head. The blood was almost enough to fill a basin. She must have noticed me staring at her hands because she said, "Don't mind me; I'm giving the baby a bath, so I’d appreciate your help with the itch."
I felt nauseous. Damn it, peeling skin as bathing? That was truly an unconventional approach!
As my hand touched her scalp, I gently scratched a few times. The pregnant woman then said to me, "Apply more pressure, a bit harder." So I increased my strength, and she started making little humming sounds.
I kept glancing toward her hands but didn’t have the patience to keep playing along.
I was looking for an opportunity when suddenly the pregnant woman asked me, "Could you also hold the baby?" I was stunned; how on earth was I supposed to hold that child?
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