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Living Funeral
I was on the verge of opening my eyes when a chilling voice sent a shiver down my spine. At that moment, Nian Chen said to me, "Fei, don't open your eyes."
I fought against the urge to open them, but just then, I felt a surge of warmth coursing through my body, as if it had scattered the two currents of warmth within me. In that instant, I felt my soul being torn apart. A dense wave of pain surged in my heart.
Then I heard the voice say, "I didn't expect you to be a Yin-Yang Fate; this is quite surprising."
I asked, "Who are you?"
"Who am I? You dare ask who I am? You don't even know who I am and yet you cause trouble in my territory. Are you tired of living?"
Damn it, I cursed inwardly. Although the initial pain still lingered, it was nothing compared to the intensity of this new warmth. I finally couldn't hold back and let out a cry. At that moment, it felt as if my soul was being 'unraveled.'
The sobbing sound continued, and laughter echoed in my ears. The voice said, "I didn't expect the Ghost Gate to open here tonight. The heavy Yin energy is quite refreshing for me. And encountering someone with Yin-Yang Fate—could this be fate helping me out of my predicament?"
He roared with excitement.
At that moment, I heard Gao Ling shout, "I'm coming to save you! Fei, hold on!"
But Nian Chen replied, "Don't act recklessly."
Damn it, what do you mean don’t act recklessly at a time like this? Everyone knows that the human body has a protective system; when pain reaches a certain level, one will faint as a form of self-protection. Finally unable to endure any longer, I passed out.
Not long after losing consciousness, an image surfaced in my mind: a person standing among piles of corpses was smiling at me. He spoke, "The Ghost Gate is about to open; are you still sleeping here?"
What the hell? Am I sleeping? I'm about to die!
I said, "I'm dying."
"Who are you kidding? You've already walked the Yin-Yang Ghost Path; how could you die? What was your grand aspiration?"
I thought to myself, what grand aspiration? I just want to live quietly—get paid on time by the Boss every month and find a woman who can cook. I didn’t respond at that moment, but he smiled brightly and said, "To walk the Yin-Yang Ghost Path is to petition for the living—to extinguish Evil Spirits and punish Evil Spirits. Isn't that your aspiration?"
I was too lazy to speak, only wanting to sleep well. I had no grand ambitions.
Seeing that I was ignoring him, he paused for a moment and said, "It seems you still need some experience." As soon as he finished speaking, I opened my eyes. The pain hit me again; damn, it really hurt. The agony made my whole body twitch, and I felt as if my soul was being torn apart once more.
However, I remained seated and did not collapse. Eventually, I could no longer hold on and fainted again.
After losing consciousness, I saw that person again. He asked me, "Do you understand now?"
I: …
I understood; I really didn’t want to wake up anymore. Even if I had to die, let me die in my dreams. He asked me again, "Do you truly understand?"
I murmured in response, and after that, I woke up again. I genuinely wanted to die; at that moment, no one came to help me. I didn’t even know who the Murderer was that attacked me. The Murderer said to me, “The Ghost Gate is wide open; tonight you can join the journey.”
Nian Chen and Zhang Xun didn’t seem to know what was going on either. At least try to save me! Even if you can’t save me, just give it a shot!
At that moment, Nian Chen's voice came through. She said, “Fei, you can only rely on yourself now; the Ghost Gate has already opened…” Her voice grew weaker until it completely disappeared. Rely on myself; it was all up to me now.
I could feel countless souls rushing toward the Ghost Gate, and I seemed to be sitting right at its entrance.
At this time, the Murderer also let out a cry. He said to me, “I just need to endure this for a while longer, then it will be fine.”
The Yin Qi from these souls seemed to be absorbed by my body; that previous heat was being expelled. In the next moment, the pain multiplied exponentially, and without any rhythm, I fainted again. This time, I truly did not want to wake up.
But my nightmare soon arrived; the smile on his face genuinely frightened me.
I thought to myself that three times is enough; don’t go too far! As soon as I finished speaking, I woke up again. Pain—only one word could describe how I felt at that moment; any other words were superfluous. Damn it, he made me wake up again! But this time when I woke up, the Murderer actually let out a scream.
This fool really thought he could come and go at the entrance of the Ghost Gate as he pleased? But I wasn’t in much better shape; in fact, it was worse.
The Murderer was still insisting on trying to kill me, but I couldn’t hold out for long before fainting again. This time I was genuinely scared. As soon as I lost consciousness in my dream, I declared: “My lifelong ambition is to Petition for the Living, eradicate Evil Spirit, and punish Evil Spirit.”
"Is that so?" he asked.
This time I did not wake up. He said, "You finally remembered."
"I do remember. How could I forget my lifelong ambition?"
"Well, I understand now." His tone was calm, and the next moment, I woke up again. After waking, I felt the heat within me completely dissipate, and the two currents inside me reached a state of balance between yin and yang, with the pain also diminishing.
However, there was still a ghost pressing down on my body. This ghost was trying to tear at my soul.
I asked, "What are you doing?" At this point, I had opened my eyes and saw a faint bluish light covering my body; it was a bald donkey.
He said, "What are we doing? I want your life essence."
"Life essence?"
"Yes." At this moment, he had already grasped my soul and was grinning ominously.
I replied, "Can you really take my life essence?"
"Then let's see." He put in even more effort, while I pulled out my compass. The compass was set to detect ghosts, and the needle spun rapidly. At this time, the Ghost Gate remained open; the wind was strong, so strong that nothing could be seen around.
Not even shadows were discernible; the wind and sand whipped everything up as if a black storm had swept through.
I slowly got up and walked toward the Ghost Gate. It was a misty space. As I took a step toward the Ghost Gate, the ghost said, "What are you doing? Are you crazy? That's the Ghost Gate; why are you walking over there?"
I replied, "If I don't walk over there, will you let me go?"
"You lunatic! Do you think you still have a chance to go that way?"
"Am I not walking toward the Ghost Gate right now?" After I spoke, he fell silent for a moment. He opened his mouth to bite me, but I ignored him. I said to him, "Isn't this your territory? If you have the ability, don't let the Ghost Gate open here."
He was about to be so infuriated that he would spit blood, if he weren't a ghost.
As I approached the misty doorway, ready to step into that hazy space, the ghost finally panicked. Cursing me as a lunatic, he attempted to retreat, but I grabbed him. He asked, "What do you want?"
I replied, "Do you know what my grand ambition is?"
He struggled, but in truth, he couldn't break free; otherwise, he would have fled long ago. The wind whipped around my legs, making my pants flap loudly, and my hair stood on end. He said, "Could you please let go of me?"
I responded, "I'll let you go after you hear me out."
With no other option, the ghost asked, "So what is your grand ambition?"
My ambition was: "To walk the Yin-Yang Ghost Path, to petition for the living, to exterminate evil spirits, and to punish evil spirits." After I finished speaking, I seized him and attempted to throw him into the Ghost Gate. However, he clung tightly to my hand and said, "If you die, I won't let you off easily either. I want you to go to hell with me."
At that moment, the wind at the doorway grew stronger as if we were reaching a critical point. However, the ghost overlooked one thing: the Ghost Gate was meant for ghosts to enter; as a living person, I couldn't go through.
"Ah..." He seemed to be caught by some unseen force.
I said to him, "By the way, I just lied to you."
His voice turned frantic as his fingers slowly began to detach from my body. His eyes fixed on me as he suddenly exclaimed, "I know who you are! You're that bastard!"
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