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Living Funeral
Gao Ling said, "Soul? Where is the soul?"
Clearly, Gao Ling hadn't seen the many souls that had passed through us just moments ago. I told Gao Ling that as we descended the mountain, many souls brushed past us, ultimately entering the body of that girl. I even knew her name.
"Name?" Gao Ling asked at that moment.
I replied with a nod, saying she told me her name was Ling Yu. I might be making up other details, but there was no need to fabricate a name to deceive anyone. However, something felt off. It was only July 14th, and the Ghost Festival was still a while away. The girl had mentioned something about the Ghost Festival; was it too early? I pondered this in my mind, feeling a sense of confusion.
Gao Ling remarked, "It can't be that eerie! There really are Ghost Messengers in this world!" To be honest, I found it hard to believe in Ghost Messengers myself; after all, these were just hearsay, and I had never seen one with my own eyes. But the girl hadn't explicitly claimed to be a Yin Chai either; for now, it was merely speculation on my part.
Still, I felt it was quite possible. Zhang Xun hadn't said a word. I turned towards the spot where the girl had been standing; although the fire had gone out, the brazier remained.
Gao Ling said that if the girl truly was a Yin Chai, then this iron basin must have been used by her. It was likely valuable. Gao Ling reached out to touch the basin, but as soon as he made contact, he shouted, "Damn it! Something is biting me!"
I immediately turned my attention to Gao Ling's words and looked at the basin. Just then, the iron basin suddenly transformed into a cloud of fragments and vanished into thin air.
All three of us were stunned; we had witnessed the basin's disappearance firsthand.
"Damn it! I've seen a ghost!" Gao Ling cursed.
"This basin can't have come to life too; it actually bit me!"
I told Gao Ling to check for any injuries. He quickly examined his finger and found no external wounds; it seemed like nothing had happened. Gao Ling even bent his finger back and then said, "It really is seeing ghosts!" He spoke with lingering fear.
Looking at Gao Ling, I asked, "Could it really be a Yin Chai?"
I said, "It's very likely." Zhang Xun replied, "Even if it's Yin Chai, it wouldn't be surprising, considering tomorrow is the day the Ghost Gate closes." Zhang Xun calmly stated this.
Thinking about it, tomorrow is indeed the Ghost Festival. It’s possible that I was capturing some souls in advance, perhaps out of fear that the Ghost Gate would close during peak hours, so they let a batch of souls return early. Although I was just guessing, I felt my idea was somewhat absurd. However, the scene from earlier had truly left me shaken.
We got into the car and drove down the mountain. This time, we didn’t delay on the road and went straight home.
Zhang Xun approached me and said, "Chen Fei, you should prepare yourself mentally; there are some matters to attend to tomorrow night."
I asked, "What matters?"
Zhang Xun replied, "Nian Chen will tell you when he returns."
After a brief conversation with Zhang Xun, we each went to our rooms. After taking a shower, I lay in bed trying to sleep, but I couldn’t find rest no matter how much I tossed and turned. Just when I finally fell asleep, morning arrived.
The three of us went out for breakfast. As soon as we stepped outside, I felt that today’s atmosphere was somewhat gloomy. I couldn’t tell if it was just my imagination. After breakfast, the Boss said, "Today is the Ghost Festival; you young folks should take it easy tonight."
Having stayed in Gao Ling for a while now, I was somewhat familiar with the Boss. Gao Ling responded, "Boss, have you forgotten what my family does?"
The Boss snapped back to reality and said, "Look at my brain! Sometimes even ghosts are afraid of people."
The Boss and Gao Ling laughed together. After finishing breakfast and returning to our room, I received a text message from Fu Yan. The content was simple: Li Qiang is scheduled to be executed at nine o'clock this morning. I glanced at the time; it was eight-thirty. I froze for a few seconds and didn’t know how to respond, so I didn’t reply.
I sighed and suddenly felt a heavy pressure in my heart; it’s commonly referred to as feeling blocked. My appetite for breakfast vanished instantly.
Meanwhile, Gao Ling was eating heartily and said, "Isn’t it time to help me deal with that fortune teller after tonight?"
I remained silent, but Zhang Xun spoke up, saying, "Yes." I noticed that Zhang Xun seemed unusually invested in this matter. Typically, with Zhang Xun's personality, he appeared indifferent to most things, but this time was different; he seemed particularly concerned.
Gao Ling exclaimed happily, "Great! If I see that old fortune teller this time, I'm going to give him a good beating. If it weren't for his predictions about my bad luck, I would be living a much better life right now."
I told Gao Ling that she would soon meet him and could ask him directly then. Gao Ling replied that not only would she ask him, but she would also hit him. She looked quite indignant at that moment, while Zhang Xun had returned to his noodles with a somewhat indifferent demeanor.
Zhang Xun seemed a bit aloof again. I was curious about the person who had read Gao Ling's fortune, mainly because Zhao Fan was Jiang Changsheng, but I felt it wasn't Jiang Changsheng. If you were to ask me why I thought so, I would say it was just a gut feeling.
In the afternoon, Nian Chen returned with a backpack. At that moment, she looked like a vibrant young girl, radiating youthful energy. If anyone suggested that Nian Chen was involved in anything related to death, I would absolutely not believe it.
However, when Nian Chen took out the items from her backpack, I was taken aback: a red compass, a red banner, and two straw dolls.
After pulling out the compass, Nian Chen said to me, "Fei, this compass is for you."
I accepted the compass; it was still dusty and appeared somewhat old. I asked, "Is this really for me?"
Nian Chen nodded and called out to Zhang Xun, "Did you prepare everything I asked you to?"
Zhang Xun replied that he had everything ready. I then asked Nian Chen, "What are we going to do?"
Nian Chen explained, "Fei, you are Yin-Yang Fate, but right now there is an imbalance between Yin and Yang. You need a dose of Yin Qi injected back into your body; otherwise, you won't be able to take that final step."
"Yin Qi?"
"Yes," Nian Chen confirmed. "This time the Ghost Gate is closing while the Red Moon rises; it's a time when Yin Qi is particularly strong. What we need to do is infuse some Yin Qi into your body." After Nian Chen finished speaking, I began to understand what she meant.
I felt a bit uneasy listening to this, so I asked, "Is this really going to work?"
Nian Chen replied, "We have to try, no matter what."
I didn't have much choice, so I agreed. That evening, we loaded everything onto Gao Ling's car. Nian Chen said that for this ritual, we needed to find a secluded place to avoid unnecessary trouble.
We loaded all the items for the ritual into Gao Ling's car. Gao Ling remarked, "It looks like something big is going to happen tonight. Going out during the Ghost Festival definitely isn't for a regular ritual."
Zhang Xun and Nian Chen didn't respond to Gao Ling.
I turned to Gao Ling and said, "Give me a cigarette."
Gao Ling replied, "Isn't Brother Zhang not smoking in the car?" I said, "I'm nervous without a cigarette. I don't smoke; I just want to hold it to calm my nerves."
Gao Ling looked at me in surprise but handed me a cigarette. We quickly set off. As Nian Chen had predicted, a red moon appeared in the sky that night, glowing as if stained with blood.
Gao Ling drove forward while Nian Chen directed him. The road became increasingly rugged, and the bumpy ride made my stomach feel uneasy.
I asked Nian Chen how much longer it would take. He said we were almost there. At that moment, I saw a dilapidated temple ahead. In front of the temple stood a towering old huai tree. The moonlight from the red moon cast an eerie glow over the area, creating a strange atmosphere. As soon as we got out of the car, a cold wind swept past us.
I couldn't help but gasp in surprise. We all lifted the table and other items down and began our preparations. Once everything was ready, Gao Ling started lighting incense. He lit three incense sticks and placed them in the burner. However, just as the incense burned halfway, it extinguished completely. Gao Ling tried lighting them again, but they went out once more. It was as if those three incense sticks had encountered something supernatural; they refused to burn any further.
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