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Living Funeral
Zhang Xun's tone was somewhat somber as he spoke, but what did the phrase "not just 198" really mean?
Squatting down, Zhang Xun continued to pick up Ghost Money. After he finished gathering all the Ghost Money, I asked him, "What do you mean by that?" Zhang Xun glanced at me and replied, "It doesn't mean anything. You'll understand when we get to that building."
After the last incident at Mountain Lodge, I wondered what kind of building this would be.
Moreover, I felt that something was off about Zhang Xun. Once he finished collecting the Ghost Money, he left my room. I asked him, "Do you think this Ghost Money was left by the ghost from last night?"
Zhang Xun shook his head.
Seeing him like this made me think that perhaps Zhang Xun was possessed. After talking with the ghost last night, I sensed something was wrong with him.
I called out to Zhang Xun and asked, "Are you okay?"
He replied, "What could possibly be wrong with me?" Despite his words, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was troubling him. I stood there lost in thought, pondering whether "not just 198" hinted at something that happened 198 years ago or something that would occur 198 years later.
I had one lingering question in my mind: why did Jiang Changsheng want me to live? No one had ever told me that.
Neither Zhang Xun nor Li Qiang had any answers. What exactly was the Fifth Person? What had Zhang Xun and that ghost discussed? Everything felt like a mystery. Just then, sunlight streamed in through the window and warmed my face, bringing me back to reality.
I stepped outside, and at that moment, Gao Ling had also woken up. Aside from my own issues during the night, everyone else seemed fine.
Gao Ling looked quite energetic and said to me as soon as she got up, "Fei, let’s go run a couple of laps."
I nodded in agreement. Feeling somewhat stifled this early in the morning, I called out to Zhang Xun. He paused for a moment before agreeing. We headed to a nearby park to start jogging. With his handsome appearance, Zhang Xun attracted the attention of several girls as we ran, but he seemed completely oblivious to their gazes.
Eventually, one girl couldn't hold back her impulse and approached Zhang Xun to strike up a conversation. She was quite attractive—well-endowed and curvy.
Gao Ling couldn't help but steal glances at the girl's chest. Zhang Xun looked at the girl in front of him, said nothing, and continued to run away.
I quickly chased after Zhang Xun with Gao Ling. Gao Ling asked Zhang Xun why he wouldn't want such a cute girl. He even offered to introduce her to him. Zhang Xun simply replied with a curt "Get lost," leaving Gao Ling feeling embarrassed.
I quickly intervened, saying to Gao Ling, "You know how Zhang Xun is; he might just be in a bad mood."
Gao Ling soon accepted my explanation. Zhang Xun ran off and quickly disappeared from our sight. Even after we finished running, he still hadn't returned. I couldn't help but think, "Could he have been enchanted by that ghost?"
I sat on a bench in the park and lit a cigarette, with Gao Ling lighting one as well.
After finishing our cigarettes, Gao Ling asked, "So, are we still going to catch that ghost?" I paused for a few seconds before replying, "Yeah, he should come back later."
I felt uncertain inside; things were getting complicated. Zhang Xun's mood had changed, and it seemed like something was beginning to shift. I called Fatty Zhang, wondering if it was really too late and if people would start dying.
By "dying," I meant those who were already in their coffins.
After finishing a cigarette, Gao Ling and I went for breakfast. Once we finished eating, we headed back.
Fatty Zhang's call didn't go through either; everything seemed to come to a halt. By evening, Zhang Xun still hadn't returned. However, while I was out buying soda that night, I ran into someone—someone mentioned by Du Feng the night before.
The Taoist had returned. But looking at the Taoist in front of me felt strange; he looked just like a living person—flesh and blood.
I started to doubt myself; the blood hole on his forehead had disappeared.
Standing next to the Taoist, I asked in disbelief, "Are you really a Taoist?"
Today was July 8th, and Zhang Xun hadn't stopped us from going out. The Taoist had finally come back from wherever he had been. He seemed somewhat excited as he spoke.
Looking at him like this made me feel uneasy. I asked the Taoist what his plans were now. He replied, "I came back to help you."
"Help me?" I asked, puzzled.
The Taoist priest responded with a grunt. He owed his acquisition of this corpse entirely to me and should be grateful. As he spoke, I felt a bit dazed, unsure why I sensed something was off.
Was what Du Feng said true? Not only Du Feng, but even Lin Xue had been involved.
After a moment of silence, I asked the Taoist, "Are you considered a living person now?"
He was somewhat alive. At that moment, his face was devoid of color. Although he was willing to help me, I felt it would be unwise to let him appear in front of Zhang Xun and Gao Ling.
So I said to the Taoist, "Is it inconvenient for you to stay by my side like this?"
The Taoist replied that he understood. "I just wanted to make my presence known to you. If you find yourself in danger in the future, just call me." He then gave me a phone number. I acknowledged it and asked if he had money. He assured me he did, so I didn't need to worry about that.
We exchanged numbers, and then the Taoist left. I stood there for a few seconds, staring at his retreating figure.
At that moment, I was contemplating whether to call Du Feng. After thinking for a while, I ultimately decided against it; after all, I wasn't very familiar with Du Feng. One wanted to save me, while the other wanted to help me. Who was telling the truth, and who was lying?
I opened a soda and took a sip when my phone rang shortly after. I pressed the answer button and heard the Taoist's voice on the line. "Fei, in three days, tomorrow night, I'll show you something important."
"See something important?" That sounded so awkward!
"Yes, something important," he confirmed. When I asked what it was, he chuckled and said in a mysterious tone, "You'll find out tomorrow night." Then he hung up. It was strange how he wouldn't speak directly to me but chose to call instead.
As I walked home, I noticed the coffin downstairs hadn't moved. Initially intending to go straight upstairs, I suddenly remembered that Zhang Xun seemed to have spoken with a ghost last night; curiosity got the better of me.
I circled back to the spot from last night. It was around eight-thirty in the evening when I reached under the window but found no sign of the ghost. After circling the house once more without any luck, just as I was about to head back, a voice suddenly called out from behind me: "Are you looking for me?"
Startled, I quickly turned around and saw a ghost dressed in black.
He was staring at me with a charming smile, and I quickly pulled out my Hundred Demons Chart. I took a deep breath and said, "I'm looking for you." Although I felt a bit scared, I mustered my courage.
"What do you want from me?" the ghost replied calmly. Yet that faint smile remained on his face, making me wonder if it was fixed, as if the curve of his words was predetermined. A chill ran down my spine.
I inhaled deeply and asked, "What did you and Zhang Xun do last night?"
As soon as I finished speaking, I noticed a twitch at the corner of the ghost's eye. Suddenly, blood began to trickle from that same corner. Damn it! I was startled and asked, "What do you want to do?" My heart raced with fear.
The ghost smiled, but his voice turned sinister. "You want to know what he and I did? Come with me."
"Where to?" My palms were already sweating profusely. If I weren't scared, this would surely be a joke. But I was terrified and forced myself to stay calm.
The ghost asked me, "Did you prepare a coffin for me?"
I was momentarily at a loss for words. Curiosity gnawed at me—what exactly had this ghost done with Zhang Xun?
The ghost continued to stare at me, waiting for my response.
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