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Once again lying in this coffin, the cold, damp chill enveloped me, sending shivers through my entire body. The surroundings were pitch black, an eerie and terrifying void.
With a series of rumbling vibrations, the heavy coffin lid was slowly pushed upward by Master Yun, inching closer to sealing me inside completely.
But at that moment, I suddenly felt a drastic drop in temperature, making the air feel even colder.
Before I could react, a sharp voice rang out: "Release Lin Hao!"
Mu Yan. It was Mu Yan's voice.
She had really come. Alongside my fear, an inexplicable anger surged within me, and I couldn't help but shout, "Damn you, Mu Yan! I'm not close to you at all! There are so many people in the world; why the hell do you have to target me? Why do you want to harm me?"
"Shut up."
Before I could finish venting my frustration, Master Yun snapped at me. With a forceful push, he slammed the coffin lid shut, plunging me into endless darkness.
Then, just like last time, the crisp sound of knocking echoed against the coffin. But this time, the knocks came much more urgently.
As the sound continued, my eyelids grew heavy, and soon I found myself drifting off to sleep. Moments later, my eyes slowly closed.
However, it seemed that the crisp knocking didn't last long before it was interrupted. Although my eyes were shut, I wasn't as deeply asleep as before; I retained a flicker of consciousness.
In my hazy state, I heard what sounded like Master Yun arguing with Mu Yan outside. The specifics of their quarrel were unclear to me; everything was too vague.
Then came the sounds of a struggle that seemed to last for quite some time before finally subsiding.
I had no idea how long I had slept in the coffin. When I awoke again, darkness surrounded me once more—cold and damp. I could hear muffled sounds of clashing and voices from outside.
Tentatively, I called out, "Master Yun? Is that you?"
An echo responded from within the dark and damp coffin, but no one answered.
After a moment, I heard something tapping on the coffin's surface. Suddenly, a blinding light pierced through from outside as the heavy lid began to open.
I slightly closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I was momentarily stunned to see the person standing in front of me, looking surprised. "Chao, is that you?"
"Not just me, but him too," Zhang Chao said as he dropped the iron shovel in his hand and pointed behind him.
I slowly moved my body, feeling a bit stiff all over, and then crawled out of the coffin. At that moment, a middle-aged man with an indifferent expression walked over.
As soon as I saw him, I couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "It's you!"
"You... how are you all here?"
I wore a puzzled expression, but when I looked around, my brows furrowed deeply as disbelief washed over me. "Where is this place?"
"Where else could it be? There's not a soul around; it's just the wilderness," Zhang Chao muttered.
At that moment, the middle-aged man spoke up. "This is Master Yun's tomb."
"Master Yun's tomb?"
My face turned pale as I stared at the middle-aged man in disbelief. I clearly remembered being at Master Yun's house earlier; how could it have turned into a tomb?
I glanced around again, and my expression grew even graver when I spotted a locust tree that one could wrap their arms around. Didn't Master Yun have one in his yard?
The middle-aged man continued, "Master Yun is a ghost; he is not human. You were misled into thinking he was saving you when in fact he was harming you."
Master Yun is a ghost?
I shook my head in disbelief. "How could that be? Master Yun can't possibly be a ghost."
Although I had harbored some doubts about Master Yun's identity earlier, hearing someone outright say he was a ghost made it hard for me to accept.
"Do you still not believe he is harming you?" The middle-aged man's tone seemed to carry a hint of anger as he noticed my skepticism.
I frowned at him without answering because I had no idea whether what he said was true or false.
At that moment, Zhang Chao said, "Haozi, what Uncle Zhou said is true. That Master Yun is definitely not human and wants to harm you. If you don't believe me, just feel your heart."
"But remember, don't panic and don't be afraid." As he spoke, Zhang Chao reminded me again.
"Feel my heart?"
Zhang Chao's words left me confused; I had no idea what he was trying to imply. He nodded at me, signaling me to touch my chest.
I hesitated slightly but eventually followed Zhang Chao's instructions and slowly placed my hand over my heart. Gradually, my brows furrowed deeper.
If there had been a mirror in front of me at that moment, I would have seen just how pale my face had become.
"What’s going on? Why can’t I feel my heartbeat?"
I looked at Zhang Chao in terror, then turned to the middle-aged man standing beside me.
If a person has no heartbeat, can they still be called human?
Could it be that I was already dead? I couldn't believe it and refused to accept this reality.
In that moment, I broke down and cried uncontrollably, feeling utterly wronged.
I was still so young; I hadn't even married yet. The happy life I longed for hadn’t arrived, and I hadn’t had the chance to properly honor my parents.
I was the only child in my family. If I died like this, how heartbroken would my parents be? I could almost imagine that scene.
"Haozi, calm down," Zhang Chao urged as he saw my emotions spiraling out of control.
I ignored him; there was no way I could calm down as I let my feelings out.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man spoke up, "Actually, you’re not dead."
"Not dead?"
As soon as I heard that, I immediately stopped crying, momentarily stunned.
But in an instant, I shook my head again. How could I not be dead if my heartbeat was gone?
I said, "Stop lying to me. My heartbeat is gone; I am already dead. I'm dead."
"I told you, you're not dead, so you're not dead," the middle-aged man suddenly snapped coldly.
He yanked me out of the coffin as if I were a chick, with great strength, and then tossed me onto the ground.
I couldn't help but shout, "You say I'm not dead, then explain why my heart isn't beating! Tell me!"
He didn't get angry at my outburst but calmly replied, "Strictly speaking, you should be considered a living dead person right now."
"Living dead?"
"What does living dead mean?" Hearing this, I was stunned again. I wiped my tears and stared at him.
He said, "Look at the ground."
I quickly lowered my head and gasped softly, "A shadow! I have a shadow!"
"That's right. When a person dies, they have no shadow. But you still have one, so I say you're not actually dead; at most, you can only be considered living dead."
"Yes, Haozi, the reason you ended up like this is because of that old man—no, it's that old ghost," Zhang Chao said.
"Is Master Yun really a ghost?" I asked tentatively.
The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Not only is he a ghost, but the two people with you are also ghosts. I don't know why they want to harm you, and instead of killing you directly, they want you to come and lie in his coffin every night. There must be some issue here; as for the problem, it definitely lies with you. I haven't figured it out yet."
The middle-aged man's words were difficult for me to digest at first, but they sparked many doubts in my mind that felt very contradictory.
The first was that Deng Kun and Wu Qian had only met me once at the elevator entrance; however, they were able to find me directly at my company. That was quite unusual.
If Deng Kun, Wu Qian, and even Master Yun are all ghosts, then if they wanted to take my life, it would undoubtedly be a simple task for them. There are countless ways they could easily kill me in a short amount of time.
The third point is, since they want to harm me, why did Master Yun repeatedly refuse me when I first came to seek his help?
And then there's Mu Yan. After spending so much time with her, why has she never harmed me? How have I managed to survive until now?
As I pondered this, I suddenly felt a bit confused. I remembered that Mu Yan had come yesterday; what happened afterward?
So, I turned to the middle-aged man and asked, "You came last night?"
"Yes."
He nodded and said, "Actually, when those two went to your company looking for you, I happened to be there picking up a package. I sensed something was off about them, so I kept an eye on you. After we parted ways last night, I followed you."
Curiosity got the better of me, and I asked, "Why do you want to help me?"
He glanced at me and replied calmly, "That's secondary. The most important thing right now is figuring out how to save you because that Master Yun is not simple; he is a Ghost General who understands Daoist Arts."
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