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Living Funeral
Old Wang and I almost simultaneously turned to Zhang Xun.
Zhang Xun continued, "We need to handle the bodies quickly."
It wasn't difficult to deal with a corpse here, as this was a funeral home. We could just take the bodies for cremation later.
Old Wang said, "Then let's get on with it."
Zhang Xun replied calmly, "These three bodies cannot be cremated; they must be buried. All three died under mysterious circumstances, and if we can't leave even one complete body behind, their resentment will be immense."
"Then we'll bury them. But what about the other body?" Old Wang asked.
As soon as Old Wang finished speaking, Zhang Xun's expression changed slightly, but he remained composed. I certainly knew who Old Wang was referring to—the fat man, Zhang. Now that Zhang's body was missing, Old Wang must be feeling anxious. Not just him; I felt the same way.
However, there was no time to dwell on that now. We quickly took care of the bodies. Initially, I thought I would have to do the heavy lifting, but this time, Zhang Xun and Old Wang only asked me to hold the urn while they handled everything else.
I suddenly became curious about whose body we had just cremated. Moreover, why was it that after this cremation, everyone encountered misfortune except for me?
My mind was filled with questions as I couldn't help but glance at the urn again.
The bodies were buried in a pit behind the funeral home. The two of them dug the hole and buried them right away. Afterward, I saw Zhang Xun place three coins at each grave, arranging them in a line and burying them only after soaking them in red chicken blood.
Zhang Xun did this to suppress the evil energy.
Still, I wondered why so many people had died without anyone calling the police. Old Wang quickly explained that he would take care of that.
So I decided not to worry about it anymore.
But I couldn't just keep holding onto this urn; we had to resolve this situation somehow.
After leaving the back mountain, Zhang Xun handed me a pouch and said that in times of crisis, I should open it.
I glanced at Zhang Xun, thinking, what era is this? Why are we still playing these games? But I went along with it. I then asked Old Wang, "What should we do with this urn?"
Old Wang replied, "Fei, there's a problem with the body stored in the old house. You burned that body, and everyone else is dead, so you're the only one left unscathed. This urn can only be kept by you; otherwise, there might be other complications."
Listening to Old Wang, it was clear he was pinning this responsibility on me!
I was still pondering what to say when Old Wang added, "Fei, you don't want anyone else to die, do you?" His tone turned somewhat eerie.
I truly didn’t want anyone else to die.
In the end, I had no choice but to agree to keep the urn with me. However, I wanted to live a normal life!
Zhang Xun eventually told me a way to store it: I could place it in glutinous rice. Old Wang also mentioned that there had been issues at the funeral home recently, so he was giving me time off—paid time off.
I was momentarily speechless, unsure of how to respond. It was awkward; I couldn't stay in the funeral home dormitory anymore and had nowhere else to go. I certainly couldn't take an urn home with me.
After a moment of silence, I shared my predicament with Old Wang. He paused for a bit and said, "How about this? You can stay at my nephew's place. I'll give you the address; just head over later."
At this point, there were no other options.
However, for tonight, I had no choice but to make do and stay here for the night.
The three of us were crammed into one room—Old Wang's office. By now, it was already past midnight, and Zhang Xun and Old Wang were discussing something.
I sat in the corner, my nerves on edge; I couldn’t sleep at all. Drowsily, I felt as if someone was watching me.
This made me feel uneasy.
I picked up my phone to play with it, but suddenly it buzzed with a message notification.
The message was simple: Chen Fei, the body has been burned.
Upon seeing the message, I shuddered violently, my heart racing with panic. This was a phrase that Brother Li often used when addressing me!
Brother Li was my mentor, and he frequently called me that while we were working...
But this number was definitely not Brother Li's. I stared at the message for several seconds, my heartbeat quickening. Just as I was about to call Old Wang over to take a look, I noticed that both Old Wang and Zhang Xun were nowhere to be found.
I felt as if I had fallen into an ice pit!
I looked at the message and the unfamiliar number, momentarily unable to respond. Just then, footsteps echoed from outside, their sound resonating against the floorboards.
The "tap, tap, tap" noise grew louder.
With a creak, the door swung open, and cold sweat began to trickle down from my forehead to my nose.
I nearly cried out...
A head poked in from outside—it was Old Wang. He said to me, "Fei, we're going to check the old building. Don't be afraid."
"Director Wang..." I immediately called out to him.
But in the next moment, my phone vibrated again. I quickly glanced at it; the message read: I'm still alive. Please don't tell anyone...
Upon reading this message, my scalp felt like it was about to explode.
I'm still alive. Please don't tell anyone...
At that moment, Old Wang asked me, "What's wrong, Fei?"
I struggled with my thoughts for a moment before finally saying, "It's nothing, nothing. You go ahead."
Old Wang replied from outside, "If you need anything, just call me directly."
I was feeling quite unsettled after Old Wang left. If I guessed correctly, this message seemed to be from Brother Li, but Brother Li was dead.
How could he still be alive? Was someone impersonating Brother Li to send me a message?
Or could it be that this message was sent by Zhang, the chubby guy?
But that was absolutely impossible! As for the other three, I couldn't be sure if they were alive or dead, but I could definitely confirm Zhang's fate. He should be dead; I had seen his body with my own eyes.
Yet, strangely enough, the body was missing.
At that moment, I felt the metal casing of my phone was icy cold against my skin.
My fingers trembled as I typed a reply: Who are you? Are you Brother Li?
Before a minute had passed, a response came back: "That's a secret. However, there is a conspiracy involved here, and you have already fallen into its trap."
Reading that message made my body twitch involuntarily. Through the phone screen, it felt as if I could see the twisted grin on the other person's face.
Conspiracy? Trap? What did that mean?
Damn it, I didn't reply again, and neither did they. Time ticked by slowly; my nerves were so tightly wound that I felt oddly drowsy.
So I leaned back on the bed and closed my eyes.
Before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep. That night, I dreamt of an old man sitting by my bedside, calling out my name.
"Fei, Fei, you finally came..."
His voice seemed to carry a hint of hope but was also filled with a chilling loneliness as he repeatedly called my name.
Eventually, I was jolted awake by a phone call. When I opened my eyes, it was already five in the morning, and a hazy light filled the room.
"Old Wang's voice came through, 'Fei, are you up yet? If you're up, hurry down. I'll take you to the town to catch a bus.'"
Upon hearing this, I quickly made my way downstairs.
Old Wang was waiting by the car, while Zhang Xun had already disappeared without a trace.
I couldn't help but ask, and Old Wang replied that he had gone to deal with a troublesome matter and that we didn't need to worry about him.
Taking Old Wang's words into account, I didn't ask any further questions. Once we reached the town, I boarded the first bus heading to the city. On the bus, I held onto an urn, which drew curious glances from several other passengers.
I had no choice but to cover it with my bag.
Just then, a girl around three or four years old suddenly pointed at me and said something I couldn't understand before bursting into tears.
It must have been a dialect from this area; I couldn't comprehend it. But why did she suddenly start crying?
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