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Living Funeral
In an instant, the villagers let out horrified screams; no one had expected such a scene to unfold. Was Wu the Fatty out of his mind?
Seeing this, the villagers began to retreat in panic. Another villager was set ablaze, and after a moment of shock, someone shouted, "Quick, put out the fire!" People started looking for water.
At that moment, Wu the Fatty let out a terrifying, maniacal laugh and began wildly waving a torch around.
"This guy has definitely lost it," Gao Ling said.
Meanwhile, Axiang's body was already engulfed in flames. I, along with Zhang Xun and Gao Ling, stepped aside as villagers rushed forward with water to douse the burning person. He had been burned unconscious, and now even if the flames were extinguished, it was uncertain whether he would survive.
Some villagers shouted angrily, "Hey, Wu the Fatty, have you lost your mind? You've burned one of your own!"
"Wu the Fatty, are you out of your wits?"
The curses continued to rain down, but Wu the Fatty stood there, grinning foolishly, his laughter sending chills down everyone's spine. I turned to Zhang Xun and asked, "Do you think he's possessed by Axiang?"
I had no knowledge of such matters and couldn't tell. But Zhang Xun quickly shook his head. "No."
His tone was firm. If it wasn't possession, could it be something else? I felt puzzled.
At this point, some villagers had approached Wu the Fatty, but their attempts were unsuccessful.
"Should we do something?" Gao Ling asked.
"What can we do?" I replied.
Gao Ling fell silent. My gaze remained fixed on Wu the Fatty. He truly seemed insane; he was holding oil and splashing it everywhere. The crowd retreated further, fearing they might catch fire next.
My gaze shifted slightly, and then I saw Axiang standing to the side, not approaching but simply watching Wu the Fatty.
Seeing Axiang, I could basically confirm that Wu the Fatty was not possessed.
Wu the Fatty was now walking towards us, shouting, "You are the ones who killed my wife! I'll take you on!"
He quickened his pace, the torch in his hand blazing fiercely. Gao Ling cursed, "Damn it, we should run!"
The three of us reached a unanimous decision to avoid confrontation for now. However, just as Wu the Fatty was about to reach us, he suddenly poured oil over himself and then set himself on fire. In an instant, he was engulfed in flames.
Wu the Fatty let out a piercing scream, leaving everyone stunned. No one expected him to go this far!
The villagers began pouring water to save him, but it was not that easy. Soon enough, Wu the Fatty collapsed to the ground, his screams turning into a haunting echo.
First, he had burned others, and then he had burned himself.
Everyone stood frozen in shock. The fire from the coffin gradually died down, and Axiang disappeared. This farce seemed to come to an end, but the air still carried a whiff of burnt flesh. Of course, that meat was already charred beyond recognition.
What a tragic reality! A newlywed couple had died together!
The villagers began to murmur among themselves.
"Do you think Wu the Fatty committed suicide because his wife died?"
"That's very possible!"
It became eerily quiet here; aside from a few whispers among the villagers, there was no other sound. I took a deep breath, feeling overwhelmed and dazed as I watched two people burn to death right before my eyes.
At that moment, Wu the Fatty's parents arrived at the scene, wailing in deep sorrow.
"Serves him right, who else could it be?" Zhang Xun remarked.
I, however, was pondering who could have done this if it wasn't Axiang's possession. With things having escalated to this point, there was no use for the three of us to stay here any longer, so we prepared to leave.
Just as we were about to depart, the villagers blocked our way. One of them said, "Are you the ones behind this? How else could Wu the Fatty have suddenly ended up like this?"
"Don't slander us!" Gao Ling retorted.
"Slander? I can tell just by looking at you that you're not good people."
Gao Ling was about to say something else, but I stopped her. There was no point in explaining to these people; we should just call the police. However, I knew that even if we did call, the police wouldn’t come here. So I took out my phone and called Fu Yan.
Fu Yan was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I'll contact the local police station for you."
After that, he hung up. Gao Ling asked me, "Will Fu Yan come?" I replied that the police would come.
At this point, we were surrounded by the villagers, who were angrily accusing us. I didn’t want to explain anything to them; we would wait for the police to arrive. But it was clear that these villagers had little patience left and began to get physical with us.
Damn it, did they really think we were easy targets?
I turned to Gao Ling and said, "Let's do this!"
Gao Ling and Zhang Xun both responded affirmatively; worst case scenario, we would just take a beating. But just as we were about to make our move, Axiang suddenly appeared in front of us, visible to everyone this time.
The villagers all knew Axiang was dead, and seeing her now obviously terrified them. They scattered like they had seen a ghost.
Now we were safe, and Axiang said to me, "Hurry up, or you might be in danger."
I asked, "What happened?"
Axiang insisted, "Just listen to me and hurry up. Our car is parked in front of Wu the Fatty's house." We didn't dare delay any longer and quickly got into the car. Zhang Xun noticed that Axiang didn't make a move.
So we drove away from the village, but halfway through, the car broke down again. We were in a desolate area, surrounded by darkness. Gao Ling cursed, "We definitely need to replace this car when we get back."
We got out of the car, and it was indeed the worst timing for it to malfunction.
All around us were fields. I stepped out and lit a cigarette, exhaling the smoke into the night air. The smoke drifted away but was soon caught by a gust of wind. The car's headlights illuminated the area, but Gao Ling quickly urged, "Fei, come over here and take a look."
Hearing Gao Ling's voice, I hurried over. In front of the car, there was red paper spread out on the ground, extending forward in a peculiar manner.
I called out to Zhang Xun, who also came over. After taking a glance, his expression changed. At that moment, the road was eerily quiet—there wasn't a single vehicle in sight.
It was just the three of us.
Noticing Zhang Xun's changing demeanor, I asked, "What's going on?"
Zhang Xun replied, "The Old Witch is here."
Damn it! That old hag was at it again; she really had it out for me. Zhang Xun walked toward the red paper while I followed closely behind him. Gao Ling paused her work and came over as well. However, Zhang Xun told Gao Ling, "Just focus on fixing your car."
Gao Ling had no choice but to turn back and continue working on the vehicle. The atmosphere grew increasingly strange as Zhang Xun and I barely took a few steps forward when we heard someone humming a song—a haunting melody echoing through the night.
The voice was surprisingly pleasant. Zhang Xun and I exchanged glances.
Zhang Xun said, "They're here."
According to reason, the Old Witch should have been an elderly woman, but at this moment, her voice was ethereal, like that of a young girl.
Sure enough, I saw a young woman in a Cheongsam, walking towards us in high heels.
The sound of her footsteps echoed on the pavement, clear in my ears. However, as she approached, I found myself momentarily stunned because her face was still Axiang's face.
After some tidying up, she looked quite enchanting.
Each of her steps landed on red paper, but I noticed that the one singing was not her; it was the people surrounding her. There were not just one or two but dozens of them, all dressed elegantly.
These people seemed to be dressed for a grand banquet.
However, their clothing style was entirely from the Republic of China era. We were all dumbfounded, and Gao Ling also stopped what he was doing.
The scene was somewhat bizarre; the entire street was occupied by these people. I felt a cold sweat forming in my palms. As they drew closer, a chilling breeze swept through, causing me to shiver involuntarily.
The Old Witch had brought her family along. But how did they survive the Great Famine three years ago?
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