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The phone call from Zhang Dexin left me bewildered. Zhang, the chubby man, had gone missing. For an adult, disappearing could just be temporary; perhaps he was off indulging somewhere.
However, a minute later, my expression changed as I couldn't help but feel uneasy. Zhang Dexin mentioned that I held a fragment of Borlun's soul in my hands.
Upon hearing this, I was completely stunned.
Could it be that Zhang had died? My heart raced with shock and a hint of panic.
At around four or five in the early morning, I made my way to Zhang Dexin's residence. As he dealt in antiques, his home was filled with an antique charm. Before I could utter a word, Zhang Dexin covered my eyes with pomelo leaves and instructed me to look.
In truth, I had already caught sight of a remnant soul belonging to Zhang. Yet, when he covered my eyes with the leaves, I chose not to say anything.
Pomelo leaves are known for their protective properties and can reveal spirits when used to cover one's eyes.
I saw Zhang's remnant soul swaying in the void; it was clear to me that this soul lacked consciousness.
Zhang Dexin asked, "Do you see it?"
I replied that I did.
I wasn't sure when Chen San suddenly appeared, joining Zhang Dexin.
" Uncle Zhang. Could it be that the chubby guy is dead?"
Zhang Dexin wore a serious expression as he replied, "He shouldn't be dead; otherwise, Borlun's remnant soul wouldn't linger here." Known as Zhang the Fortune Teller, he certainly had some skills.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be called Zhang the Fortune Teller. Chen San stood by, saying nothing. He clearly had no interest in Zhang's life or death.
Chen San looked at me and said, "What have you decided?"
Zhang Dexin appeared surprised by this statement. Chen San glanced at Zhang Dexin, who seemed about to say something but ultimately held back.
I didn't respond to Chen San. At that moment, my phone received a text message: The Second Funeral has begun...
Seeing this message, I froze for a few seconds, and then a wave of unease washed over me.
The Second Funeral has begun... Damn it, when the Second Funeral starts, something happens to Zhang. The thought sent chills down my spine.
I silently put my phone away. However, inside, a storm was brewing. I couldn't understand why Zhang Dexin had called me here. If it was to pay respects to Zhang, that would make sense, but he wanted me to see Zhang's spirit, which baffled me.
In my understanding, I should just be an ordinary person in Zhang Dexin's eyes, yet he called me to witness Zhang's spirit.
What was the purpose of this? Did Chen San tell him my secret?
I glanced at Chen San, but he shook his head. His white hair had been dyed back to black, yet his complexion remained pale as ever.
" Uncle Zhang, what do you plan to do?" I asked.
Uncle Zhang replied, "If Borlun's spirit and body are found later and we need a Relic for the soul-binding ceremony, I hope you can help Borlun."
Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but suspect that this was all a play orchestrated by Zhang Dexin. However, I quickly dismissed that thought; he wouldn't harm his own nephew for a performance.
However, that may not be the case...
I was lost in thought when I said, "If something really happens to the fat guy, I absolutely won't stand by and do nothing."
Zhang Dexin nodded, a look of anxiety crossing his face that truly didn't seem like a lie.
Finally, Zhang Dexin said, "Saning, with your words, I feel reassured. You should head back now. If anything comes up, I will definitely let you know."
Seeing Zhang Pangzi's remnant soul still lingered in my heart, I couldn't shake off the discomfort. No matter who had harmed him, I would never forgive them.
I absentmindedly replied and prepared to leave.
Chen San offered to walk me out.
He accompanied me to the door and then walked a bit further before saying, "I just asked how you were thinking about it. It seems you're still considering it!"
With his hands in his pockets, the streetlight's dim glow elongated his figure.
Suddenly, Chen San stepped in front of me, blocking my path, and said, "Save me, save me, save me. What do you think?"
I looked at Chen San in confusion and replied, "Aren't you fine right now?"
Chen San closed the distance quickly and said, "I'm not joking with you. My days are numbered. Either I live or I die a terrible death."
I sidestepped Chen San and gazed at the empty street ahead.
Actually, Chen San had saved me once, so I should repay him in kind. However, I just couldn't stand his domineering attitude that pressured me.
I took a few steps forward.
"Saning, I have something of equal value to exchange with you."
I paused and asked, "What is it?"
Chen San replied, "Your life..." As soon as he finished speaking, we both fell silent at the same time.
"And perhaps I can help revive your wife." When those words landed, a wave of emotions surged within me. I hadn’t paid much attention when he mentioned my life, but when he brought up Ke'er, I felt a stir in my heart.
I asked, "Do you have a way?"
Chen San confidently said that since he had made that statement, he naturally had a method. I expressed my disbelief, and Chen San stepped closer to my ear and whispered, "Guess whether I'm dead or alive right now."
His words echoed in my mind like an incantation. I remembered Ke'er had once said that Chen San was not truly dead; even without the Relic, he wouldn't die.
At that moment, Chen San was still in a state of Soul Detached.
I turned to glance at him; he wore a mischievous smile, and his eyes seemed to sparkle. In fact, Chen San was already quite convincing in his current state.
It was indeed strange that someone in his condition could still be considered alive.
I uttered two words: "Alive."
Chen San suddenly burst into laughter. I looked at him but chose to ignore it.
I then asked, "Did Zhang Dexin deceive me?"
Chen San replied, "No, his nephew really did get into trouble, but I don't know how it happened."
"What do you think now?" Chen San continued to press me.
At that moment, I felt uneasy. If there was a chance to save Ke'er, I would naturally be willing to do so. Even if there was just a glimmer of hope, I would embrace it, so I nodded.
"Alright, I'll come find you in a few days," Chen San said.
He turned to leave but quickly looked back and added, "Someone has been keeping an eye on you lately. Be careful..." With that, Chen San vanished from my sight.
I took a deep breath. It was around six in the morning now, and a faint light appeared in the sky, more dazzling than the others.
I realized that when Chen San mentioned someone watching me, it had to be the true Evil Being—the one who intended to hold my Second Funeral.
But was the bloody eye hanging on my doorframe a reminder from the Evil Being that it was coming for my eyes?
And now that Zhang Fatty was in trouble, would this Evil Being start targeting those around me?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but pull out my phone and call home. Once the call connected and I confirmed that my parents were safe, I finally felt relieved.
It seemed I had encountered a madman this time.
Sigh, I wonder how Fat Zhang is doing now? Wasn't it just that his Soul was torn apart, leaving a trace for Zhang Dexin?
As I walked down the street, my heart felt heavy.
When I returned home, Ke'er was missing again. However, she left a note saying she'd see me in the evening. During the day, Ke'er couldn't appear at all, which only strengthened my resolve to bring her back to life.
Wind Tree called me brother, and I responded. Over the past few days, I had helped her search for her family, but we found nothing—there wasn't even a hint of a clue.
I had reported it to the police, but when they checked their database, there was no record of anyone named Fengshu. In the end, Wind Tree registered at the police station, and they advised her to stay with me and contact them if anything came up.
So now Wind Tree could only follow me.
I wasn't feeling very energetic; Jianjian and Wind Tree both sat down.
I told Jianjian that Zhang Dexin would perform a ritual for her in the evening. Jianjian shook her head and refused. I explained that Zhang Dexin would summon souls and help her mother find peace; perhaps her mother could finally move on.
Jianjian still didn't want to hear it; her face looked grim. Suddenly, I thought about telling Jianjian what had happened to Fat Zhang, but I hesitated to say it outright.
Instead, I asked Jianjian if she had heard from Fat Zhang recently.
But Jianjian replied that he had called her just yesterday.
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