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Zhang Dexin's words forcibly pulled me out of the incident involving Soybean. Although I didn't understand why Third Uncle targeted Soybean, he was already buried now, and this matter could be considered closed without evidence.
However, the terrifying face of Third Uncle still haunted my mind from last night's dream.
Zhang Dexin, with his chubby face, smiled at me, waiting for my response.
I nodded in acknowledgment; after all, Zhang Dexin had helped me a lot last night and had ensured that Soybean was properly buried, allowing his soul to rest. I was quite grateful to him for bringing closure to this matter.
Jianjian and Zhang Dexin also got up.
I was very curious about Jianjian. If she hadn't told me last night where Soybean's body was hidden, it would have taken much longer to resolve this issue.
Now I believed that Jianjian could see ghosts.
She clearly could see ghosts, but why was she still looking for someone else who could? Last night, she even mentioned that there was a female ghost on my bed... just thinking about it sent shivers down my spine.
My parents had been busy with Third Uncle's funeral these past few days and hadn't entertained Zhang Dexin and the others, so today they made a special effort to host them.
Then my mother urged me to hurry up and go to work.
We left the village and headed toward the city where I worked.
Just before we left, my father called me into the bedroom. He handed me the wooden box that contained my grandmother's belongings and said one thing: "Open this box when the time is right."
I looked into my father's eyes. He wasn't one to speak much, but he surely knew something about this box.
Moreover, that woman forbade me from opening this box, and now Dad unexpectedly wants me to open it at the right moment. Seizing the opportunity, I asked him, "Dad, what is the right moment?"
Dad lifted his gaze to look at me, his eyes appearing somewhat cloudy. I waited for him to speak, but he didn’t continue.
He simply walked past me and out of the room.
At that moment, Mom was outside urging me to hurry up and not delay getting into the car.
I stepped outside.
As my parents saw me off, Dad said one last thing: "Don't forget what I told you."
I responded with a hum of acknowledgment, but I was curious. There were too many people around to ask questions now; I thought I would call Dad when I got back to the city.
We arrived at the train station and boarded the train.
During the journey, Jianjian kept staring at me and suddenly asked, "Saning, can you see ghosts?"
I shook my head and replied, "You should be able to see ghosts, right?"
Jianjian looked at me, and her face suddenly turned pale. We were on an evening train, arriving in the city just as dawn broke.
At that moment, it was exactly eight o'clock, and the train had just started moving.
The night was dark, and the lights in the carriage emitted a dim yellow glow. I noticed Jianjian's face had turned pale all of a sudden.
Zhang Pangzi sitting next to us didn’t notice anything amiss, but I could see Jianjian clearly from across the aisle.
I asked Jianjian what was wrong.
Jianjian covered her mouth with one hand and simply shook her head. I could even see a hint of fear spreading in her eyes.
Zhang, the chubby guy, was quite concerned about Jianjian.
"Jianjian, are you okay?" Zhang asked.
Jianjian lowered her hand and shook her head, but Zhang Dexin had already fallen asleep.
We arrived in the city where I worked in the morning. After getting off the bus, I returned home by myself. Zhang Dexin didn’t urge me to go to the East City Ruined Temple right away. He just suggested that I take a few days to rest before going. I didn’t think much of it; however, I had a very poor impression of the East City Ruined Temple and even felt a bit scared.
Once I got back to my rented place, I called home. I wanted to clarify when it would be appropriate to open the Wooden Box. My mom answered the phone and told me that my dad was out handling some matters. I didn’t mention this to my mom because I was afraid it would worry her.
A lot of strange things had already happened with that Wooden Box.
I was genuinely curious about what was hidden inside it. Many times I wanted to open it, but I kept suppressing that urge, especially since that mysterious woman had been preventing me from doing so.
Moreover, it seemed like she was always "watching" me.
I set down the Wooden Box, my gaze unwilling to leave it for even a moment.
Since I took the train at night, I rested at home during the day and ended up sleeping straight through until evening. When I finally opened my phone that night, I received a text message from an unfamiliar number. I opened it and saw: Saning, this is Jianjian. Last night on the train, I saw that female ghost again!
At that moment, I was lying sideways on my bed with one hand holding my phone. The lights in the room were off; only the glow from my phone illuminated my face.
But when I saw those words, an inexplicable chill ran down my spine. I saw the word "ghost" again... it was particularly eye-catching.
I used to think that Jianjian was just being paranoid when he talked about seeing ghosts, but now... I couldn't help but shiver at the thought.
Could that female ghost have followed me here... or has she been by my side all along? As I pondered this, I felt like a startled bird and immediately began to look around. After scanning the room a couple of times, I suddenly gasped in surprise and quickly reached out to turn on the light.
The incandescent bulb emitted a bright white light. Taking advantage of the illumination, I glanced around the room, my gaze landing first on the Wooden Box.
Then I Mobile to another spot, but there was nothing there.
Ghosts are formless, yet at that moment, I found myself asking, "Is anyone there? Is anyone here?"
It was a bizarre scene; I knew full well that I was alone in the house, yet I still asked if anyone was there. Of course, I knew what I really meant to ask was if there were any ghosts. But I couldn't exactly ask that out loud.
As if in response to my question, my phone suddenly rang with a text message notification.
I picked up my phone, thinking someone had replied to me, but to my dismay, it was just a message from Moving Scammer informing me that my balance was insufficient. What a shock that gave me!
The time displayed on my phone was nine o'clock in the evening. Tomorrow, I had to report back to work at the company. However, since I had slept all day, I was now feeling quite hungry.
So, I decided to go downstairs to buy something to eat. After stepping out the door, I turned back and grabbed the Wooden Box, then headed out again. I bought some groceries and returned home to cook.
My attitude towards the Wooden Box was now one of not wanting to part with it; too many people were eyeing it.
I quickly prepared two dishes. Normally, I would use one set of chopsticks and a bowl for myself. But when I went back to serve rice, I noticed an extra set of chopsticks and a bowl neatly placed on the table.
Looking at the additional set of utensils, I felt puzzled. Surely, it couldn't be that I'd need two sets just for myself!
What a nightmare! I muttered to myself, but then immediately thought, there can't really be ghosts, can there?
I swallowed hard, wondering if I was just scaring myself. It was just an extra set of chopsticks and a bowl after all. I stared at the neatly arranged tableware without touching it, and somehow finished my meal in that strange state.
After washing the dishes, I suddenly heard a short, bell-like laugh. It was fleeting, but I heard it clearly.
I turned around to look, but saw nothing. When I turned back to finish washing, I noticed that the clean dishes were stacked neatly on top of each other.
Strange, very strange. Could it be that there really is a ghostly woman beside me?
I put the dishes away and returned to the living room. I sat for a while, feeling bored, and turned on the TV. The sounds from the television added a bit of noise to the otherwise quiet room.
With some noise around, people tend not to feel so scared. For some reason, it was only now that I remembered my little black dog. I thought to myself that I should bring it back tomorrow.
This place didn’t seem like it could be haunted! I took a deep breath, but at that moment, I felt an unusual chill in the air.
I was restless and had no intention of sleeping. This was truly exhausting!
A wave of unease washed over me. The TV was playing "Flower Thousand Bones," and the sad melody of "Life and Death Tribulation" filled the room...
Just then, I received a text message...
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