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Living Funeral
As soon as I lifted the blanket, I saw Zhao Fan. Zhao Fan was grinning at me, and a sudden sense of foreboding washed over me. I quickly recoiled, but at that moment, Zhao Fan grabbed my collar and said, "You like to meddle, don't you?"
At that moment, Zhao Fan's voice was unmistakably that of a woman.
Damn it, Zhao Fan had been possessed. After he spoke, he seized me and yanked me toward him, causing me to fall back onto the bed.
I quickly spotted a glinting knife in his hand. He said, "You like to meddle? Then go meddle with the King of Hell." With that, the knife lunged toward my back.
Damn it, I instinctively tried to dodge, but there was no room to escape.
Just as the knife was about to strike, Zhang Xun suddenly intervened, grabbing Zhao Fan's wrist.
"What are you doing? Let go of me," Hushan's voice came from within Zhao Fan.
Zhang Xun replied, "There's a time and place for everything; you shouldn't kill indiscriminately."
Hushan retorted, "He should be killed for meddling."
As they were about to clash again, Zhang Xun snorted coldly and said, "You can't drink the good wine but want to suffer the consequences." With that, Zhang Xun pressed two fingers against Zhao Fan's forehead. In the next moment, Hushan let out a pained cry.
Zhang Xun warned, "If you behave yourself, I can help you find peace. But if you act recklessly, I'll make sure your soul is scattered."
At that point, the knife had fallen onto the bed, allowing me to escape. I hurriedly got up from the bed.
Gao Ling stepped forward to support me, cursing, "Damn that bastard."
At this moment, Zhang Xun still held onto his hand and said, "You decide how to choose; it will only be this once." After saying this, Zhang Xun released his grip.
Hushan declared, "No matter what, I want his life."
He was, of course, referring to Zhao Fan. Hushan continued, "Not only did he exchange my coffin, but he also forced me into a Yin Marriage."
I asked, "But why did you kill your father-in-law?"
Hushan suddenly sneered and replied, "Of course I had to kill him. He caused my mother's death; how could I not kill him?"
Mother? I was puzzled. Hushan clarified, "That woman is not my real mother at all."
I began to understand; there was indeed a hidden story behind this. However, it didn't concern me. What I cared about was ensuring she wouldn't harm anyone and could leave in peace.
Zhang Xun directly stated, "Tomorrow night I'll help you open the path to the underworld; then you can rest easy on your journey."
Upon hearing this, Hushan fell silent before finally agreeing, "Alright!"
Hushan's quick agreement surprised me somewhat. However, with so many people dead here, it wouldn't end well. So I said to Hushan, "You shouldn't kill Zhao Fan. I'll call the police to handle it; how does that sound?"
Hushan replied firmly, "No way. He must die."
At that moment, her voice was filled with a chilling intensity.
I pulled out my Hundred Ghosts Chart and walked towards Hushan. This was not something you could interfere with; Zhao Fan would have to spend a few years in prison.
At that moment, Hushan looked at the Hundred Ghosts Chart and asked, "What do you want to do?"
I replied, "Let Zhao Fan go."
After I spoke, Hushan said, "Alright, but you must turn him over to the police." I had seen through Zhao Fan; he was not a good person at all.
Hushan continued, "How about this? I have one last request."
I stared at Hushan and asked, "What request?" Hushan replied, "I want to place three drops of blood on his forehead."
I glanced at Zhang Xun, who nodded at me.
I said, "Fine, but he can't die. You know what will happen if he does."
Hushan agreed and then took a knife and inserted it into the center of Zhao Fan's forehead. The knife didn't go in very deep, and his technique was strange; three drops of blood fell out—no more, no less, just three drops.
Gao Ling said, "Fei, someone like Zhao Fan deserves to die; he isn't worth your plea!"
Zhang Xun responded to Gao Ling, saying that regardless of whether he was a good person or not, he shouldn't be at the mercy of a ghost. After Hushan finished what he was doing, he said, "I'm leaving."
Once Hushan left, Zhao Fan's body began to convulse violently as if he were having a seizure. After about ten seconds, he stopped moving and suddenly let out a cold laugh—a chilling sound.
I called out to Zhao Fan, but he did not respond.
Zhao Fan quickly got up, brandishing the knife and charging at me, shouting, "I'm going to kill you all!"
I looked at Zhao Fan's vacant eyes and dazed expression, resembling a fool.
Gao Ling cursed, "Are you out of your mind? It's us!" But Zhao Fan didn't listen at all. After a few glances, Zhang Xun said, "He's gone mad! You can call the police."
Is he really insane? Could it be that Hushan drove him to madness earlier?
It certainly seemed possible. Gao Ling quickly pulled out her phone to call the police while Zhao Fan chased us like a lunatic, swinging the knife. After about fifteen minutes, the police finally arrived.
The wounds on the deceased were all made by the knife in Zhao Fan's hand. He was taken away by the police but wouldn't face severe consequences since he had become mentally ill.
The three of us gave our statements to the police, and that was that. I glanced at the time; it was already past three in the morning.
I was exhausted. Gao Ling remarked, "This guy really got off easy."
I replied, "What goes around comes around. Zhao Fan never did anything good; he only committed bad deeds—stealing coffins and even swapping them."
After leaving the scene, we returned to Gao Ling's house to get some sleep. That night, I found myself clutching the red-dressed ghost as I slept, but I had a nightmare where someone in red wanted to kill me. However, I couldn't see her face in the dream.
I nearly woke up screaming from the nightmare. When I opened my eyes, the sunlight outside was bright. We got our things ready.
That evening, we headed straight to the cemetery, this time bringing Mr. Hu and Mrs. Hu along.
I told Mrs. Hu, "Hushan harbored resentment towards you after his death. This time, you handle the bathing ritual; let her see your good side and hopefully lessen her grudge against you."
Mrs. Hu, though somewhat reluctant, eventually agreed.
I suddenly asked who had proposed the Yin Marriage for Hushan. Mr. Hu sighed and said it was my father.
Now I understood why the Old Man had hanged himself in Hushan's room.
After Hushan bathed with Glutinous Rice Water and changed into a clean set of clothes, we dug a new grave for him. Due to Mr. Hu's insistence, the coffin was also replaced.
Once Hushan was reburied, Zhang Xun took out the previous coins and incense, then burned them along with Ghost Money. After that, he burned many items for Hushan, assisting in a Ritual.
Once all this was done, it was nearing midnight.
Gao Ling let out a sigh of relief and said that this matter had finally been resolved satisfactorily; she had been so scared that she hadn't slept well for several nights.
I told Gao Ling that this was karma.
Gao Ling was speechless at that moment. Zhang Xun said that now that everything was completed, we just needed to honor her during the Yin Festival.
Mr. Hu and Mrs. Hu hurriedly responded, thanking us profusely.
This Yin Marriage matter was settled; everything that needed to be done had been done, and I believed Hushan held no grudges anymore. Mr. Hu wanted to give us money as thanks, but I refused because Gao Ling's handling of the situation had been improper, so we couldn't accept the money.
Zhang Xun agreed with my decision.
Gao Ling naturally had no objections, so we quickly left the place. Since the matter was resolved and Gao Ling had shaken off her misfortune, she insisted on treating us to a late-night snack to ward off bad luck.
Gao Ling was supposed to go to the Foot Spa, but I pulled him back. I still remembered his kidney deficiency and that he was a virgin; just thinking about it made me laugh.
So, we ended up having a late-night snack at a regular food stall.
The three of us ordered Fish Hot Pot, along with some vegetables and drinks. We started eating and drinking together. It was just past midnight, and the food stall was bustling with activity, though the area nearby felt a bit deserted, with only a few cars passing by now and then.
Aside from the cars, there were hardly any pedestrians around.
Just then, I turned my head and saw an old woman behind me burning Ghost Money, mumbling something under her breath.
I wondered to myself, is the Yin Festival approaching?
I asked aloud, "Isn't the Ghost Festival coming up soon?" I was feeling a bit tipsy at that moment.
Gao Ling replied, "No! The Ghost Festival is still a month away."
But why was that old woman burning Ghost Money behind me?
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