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Living Funeral
I was stunned, unable to comprehend what was happening. There were weasels kneeling before the grave, and they clearly showed no fear of humans. If they were afraid, how could they dare to kneel here with us present? It was truly strange to see the weasels bowing at the grave.
What could possibly be buried in this wild grave?
The Taoist seemed unfazed, showing little surprise. Three incense sticks burned rapidly. I glanced around but saw neither ghosts nor Zhang Xun. The desolate wilderness felt eerie, and I couldn't shake off a sense of unease.
My thoughts were restless. The weasels that had been kneeling suddenly began to bite each other, tearing into one another until they were bloodied.
I was startled and asked, "What's going on?"
"Ritual," the Taoist replied succinctly.
I inquired about what exactly was buried here. Surely it wasn't just a weasel, right? The Taoist said, "It's my fellow practitioner."
I stared at the Taoist as the weasels lay still on the ground after their violent struggle. A weasel grave, I thought to myself. I've watched enough horror films to know that such graves often lead to trouble.
The Taoist looked at the dead weasels and then told me it was time to act. I asked how we should proceed. He instructed me to dig up the grave directly. "Chen Fei," he added, "I'll need to borrow your blood."
A chill breeze swept through, and confusion clouded my mind. I couldn't understand why the Taoist wanted to do this. He asked me to bring him a coffin material. After hearing his words, I nodded; since I had come empty-handed, I had nothing with me.
However, the Taoist was well-prepared. He handed me a collapsible entrenching tool.
We began digging up the grave together. The cold moonlight illuminated the area, casting an eerie glow over what should have been darkness. The Taoist had already started using his shovel, and I followed suit. The soil of this wild grave was quite compacted, likely due to the passage of time.
After about an hour or two of digging, we finally cleared away enough dirt from the grave, yet there was still no sign of ghosts or Zhang Xun. I thought they probably wouldn't show up after all. A sense of anxiety began to creep into my heart.
Before long, a coffin came into view—pitch black and so dark it seemed almost translucent.
It was difficult for the two of us to get the coffin out, as it was quite long. Once we unearthed it, the Taoist's eyes lit up with excitement. He stared intently at the coffin, murmuring something under his breath, but I couldn't quite catch what he was saying.
The Taoist turned to me and said, "Chen Fei, you need to bleed."
I looked at him, somewhat unwilling. Did he think I would just bleed on command? We locked eyes for a few seconds, and there was something frightening in his gaze. He said, "Chen Fei, don't you want to help me out?"
I replied, "It's not about wanting or not wanting. Let me see what's inside the coffin first."
The Taoist paused for a moment, then said, "Alright." We began to open the coffin, and after about fifteen minutes of effort, it was finally opened. However, the moment we lifted the lid, an unexpected incident occurred: the Taoist suddenly pressed down on my head.
At that moment, I finally saw what was inside the coffin—a weasel.
With his hand firmly on my head, my body tilted forward and fell into the coffin. I ended up completely inside it. The Taoist said, "Chen Fei, you're asking for trouble."
I hadn't been prepared for this; as my head hit the bottom of the coffin—right against the weasel's body—I heard a chilling sound of laughter echoing around me.
Damn it! That laughter rang right in my ear as I heard the Taoist say, "Wong Tai Sin, are you satisfied with this gift?"
My heart sank at that moment. Wong Tai Sin? I spat in disdain; it was just a weasel that had turned into a spirit! Inside the coffin, there was no response—only laughter. But in the next second, I felt its mouth open and lunge toward my face.
That damned Taoist kept pressing down on my head with immense strength. He said, "Chen Fei, I've helped you for so long; it's time for you to repay me." His voice took on an eerie tone. The weasel bit at my face while its claws rested on my head. Then it let out a sharp voice: "Friend, let go."
At that moment, I cursed loudly: "Taoist, you son of a—"
The Taoist replied coldly, "My mother has long passed away, but I still remember where her grave is. When you die, I'll burn some paper money for you."
I thought to myself: Damn it! This old bastard is truly shameless. Pain shot through my face as the weasel continued its sharp laughter. At that moment, my position made it impossible to struggle or resist effectively.
The Taoist beside me let out a cold laugh, but at that moment, the weasel suddenly said to me, "Play dead."
I was momentarily confused, caught in a daze, but the weasel didn't explain further. It simply pushed me out of the coffin. I wasn't foolish; if I had to play dead, then so be it. I fell to the ground, closed my eyes, and remained still.
Holding my breath and not moving, I heard the Taoist say, "Congratulations on your emergence from seclusion."
The weasel let out a sharp laugh that was exceptionally grating. However, I felt puzzled inside—what exactly was the weasel trying to do? Why had it pushed me away? The weasel then spoke up, "Could you give me a hand?"
The Taoist replied, "Sure."
Time passed second by second, but before long, something went wrong. The weasel let out a scream of agony. Damn it! This wasn't right! Logically speaking, the weasel should have been scheming against the Taoist! How had the tables turned? I sensed something was off.
The Taoist said, "This person I gave you is a treasure. After you've absorbed his blood and essence, returning him to me would be just right."
The weasel retorted, "You clearly know this person can't move; pushing him onto me isn't helping—it's harming me!"
The Taoist chuckled and said, "But my friend, haven't I just helped you awaken?"
The weasel asked, "Aren't you afraid?"
The Taoist replied, "Of course I'm afraid, but I didn't kill this person; you did." The Taoist's words nearly made the weasel spit blood in anger. The weasel exclaimed, "You truly are despicable and shameless."
The Taoist sneered, "If it weren't for being despicable and shameless back then, would I have survived until now? Those who insisted on righteousness alongside that fool—how many are still alive? How many have died?"
The weasel shot back, "Then why are you still afraid of him? Just a single Hu Qingming should be enough to make you tremble!"
The Taoist spat disdainfully, "Is Hu Qingming even alive anymore? He might have died long ago."
The weasel said, "Aren't you afraid? Not just Hu Qingming, but Xiao Wentong and the others are probably still alive."
At that moment, the weasel's words seemed to provoke the Taoist. The Taoist replied, "Forget about them for now. Once I kill you, I'll have his essence and blood. Who would I be afraid of then?" The weasel quickly let out a scream.
And shouted, "Run!"
I scrambled to my feet; I wasn't foolish. I couldn't get involved in the conflict between the weasel and the Taoist. I could only focus on saving my own life. I ran back frantically, with the weasel laughing behind me, blood covering my face. My skin felt hot and stung painfully. But there was no time to worry about that. If I didn't run, I'd just be waiting for death.
No one good had come by tonight. I ran for a long time, but this cursed place was unfamiliar to me; I ran into darkness and soon realized I was lost. It hit me hard—I was panting heavily but thought to myself that I must have run far enough. The Taoist wouldn't be able to catch up so easily!
It was truly frightening; that damn Taoist had indeed plotted against me.
Exhausted, I collapsed onto the ground to rest. Just then, I heard someone call my name. Turning around, I saw it was Lin Xue.
She called out to me, "Chen Lang." I was curious about how Lin Xue ended up here. After responding, I asked, "What are you doing here?"
Lin Xue replied, "Chen Lang, I couldn't just sit back and worry, so I came to check on you."
However, as I looked at Lin Xue, something felt off. After all, she had also been part of the scheme against me.
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