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After hearing this, I was somewhat surprised. I looked at Jianjian and asked, "Did Zhang really call you last night?"
Jianjian nodded. My first instinct was to call Zhang, but the call didn’t go through; his phone was off.
I looked at Jianjian, unable to believe her words, and asked, "He really called you?"
Jianjian responded with a soft "mm."
But I had just seen a glimpse of Zhang's Remnant Soul. I asked Jianjian what he had said. She suddenly seemed a bit shy and after a moment replied, "He told me to take care of myself."
"Is that all?"
"Also, he said to let you help me." Jianjian paused here, looking at me, and added that was all there was.
I knew Zhang's personality well; he was usually quite talkative and could go on endlessly. Yet this time, his words were so concise.
I fell into deep thought. It seemed that something had indeed happened to Zhang; he just hadn’t told Jianjian about it. Therefore, I couldn’t tell her either.
I took a deep breath and prepared to head to work.
However, just as I went downstairs and was about to leave, a car blocked my path. It was a brand-new Audi. I felt a surge of annoyance. Who did this guy think he was? And on top of that, he honked the horn. At that moment, I couldn’t hold back any longer and shouted, "Damn it, why are you honking?"
After saying that, I started walking across the street, but just then the car door opened. To be honest, I didn’t recognize him at first and was ready to roll up my sleeves for a confrontation.
But when he spoke, I completely understood.
"It's me! Saning, I'm Wang Wei."
"Wang Wei?" After saying this, Wang Wei took off his sunglasses and asked me, "How do you like this car?" I glanced at it a few times and replied, "You seem to be quite wealthy!"
Wang Wei said, "I'm already in my forties. How can I live the second half of my life without money? I've been saving up from my previous life. Damn it, I didn't expect to be trapped for twenty years. If I don't spend the money now, I'll be worried about something happening later."
Looking at Wang Wei's face and hearing him say he was in his forties felt surreal.
"I'm going to work," I said, continuing to walk ahead.
"Saning, wait! Don't go to work yet. I still have some money; it's enough for us to enjoy ourselves."
I ignored Wang Wei and decided to take matters into my own hands. I headed straight for the bus station, but Wang Wei drove up beside me.
He said he had something to discuss with me.
"What is it?" I asked. Wang Wei mentioned that he had good news and wanted to talk about something related to eyes.
Hearing the word "eyes," I couldn't help but recall the eyes hanging on the doorframe last night and that text message—the Second Funeral had begun...
With that thought, I stopped in my tracks and got into Wang Wei's car. I felt as if a conspiracy was beginning...
And my eyes had inadvertently become a fuse.
After I got into the car, I turned directly to Wang Wei and said, "Speak." I was eager to uncover the secret of my eyes, especially since Jianjian mentioned seeing him yesterday.
I should have seen him; otherwise, where did the White Lantern in my hand come from? I thought to myself, could he have been following me all along?
Wang Wei definitely had more secrets he was hiding from me. I glanced at him, and it seemed like his soul had almost fully merged with his body.
Wang Wei said to me, "Saning, haven't you dripped blood from your eyes four times already?"
I nodded in response.
Suddenly, Wang Wei told me, "You still have three chances left."
"What do you mean?" I immediately asked him.
Wang Wei explained, "Saning, don't you feel that each time you drip blood into your eyes, it becomes more painful? Perhaps by the seventh time, you won't be able to withstand the pain and will ultimately die from it."
Wang Wei's words were exaggerated, but they reflected my true feelings. However, I was curious about how he knew this; he seemed to understand my eyes better than I did.
I asked him how he knew. Wang Wei hesitated and didn't clarify right away but eventually said, "There are still a few secrets regarding your eyes that I haven't revealed."
Upon hearing this, I became excited and grabbed Wang Wei by the neck with both hands. "Tell me, tell me now."
Wang Wei had already returned to his senses; even if he died now, it would just mean reverting to his original state.
"Drive! Drive! What if we hit someone?"
I quickly loosened my grip, and Wang Wei gasped, "Saning, I'm scared of you."
"Damn it, hurry up and speak."
Wang Wei coughed a few times and said, "I can't say!"
"Damn it, open the door. I need to get out." Wang Wei stopped the car, and I got out.
"Saning, you have to remember not to let your blood drop for the seventh time, or you'll really die from the pain." Initially, Wang Wei had told me that as long as I dripped my blood, my eyes would return to normal.
But now this guy was telling me I could only do it seven times, and I had already used it four times. That left me with three drops. I shot a glance at Wang Wei—damn it, I really wanted to strangle him.
"Wang Wei, you bastard, why are you telling me this now?"
But Wang Wei spoke too quickly; he said something that I had just learned.
After hearing that, I immediately walked toward Wang Wei. When he saw me approaching, he said, "Saning, I was just speaking quickly. What I meant was…"
I grabbed Wang Wei by the neck again...
Finally, Wang Wei said to me, "Saning, just let go. I'll tell you."
I released my grip and glanced at the time; I still had fifty minutes before work. I urged Wang Wei to hurry up.
Wang Wei took a breath and then said, "Saning, because I've seen what happened to that person when they dripped their blood for the seventh time in the hospital—he died from the pain right there."
After Wang Wei finished speaking, I stared at him and asked, "You didn't lie to me, did you?"
"No," Wang Wei replied.
"Then why didn't you tell me from the beginning?"
"I was afraid that if I told you, you'd lose hope. Your eyes can't face the world, and you only have seven chances to change. If I told you, wouldn't it make you feel desperate?"
I fell silent. Wang Wei had a point; when I first saw those eyes, I indeed felt a sense of gloom.
Finally, I asked, "Will I really die on the seventh time?"
"Yes," Wang Wei said with unwavering certainty.
I didn't ask any further questions. I let Wang Wei drive me to the company since I had to go to work. Noticing my bad mood, he didn't say much.
After getting out of the car, Wang Wei said he would come find me in the evening. I didn’t respond and just walked into the office, turning on my computer to start working. However, Fat Zhang was no longer around.
I recalled Fat Zhang's appearance and couldn't help but sigh. Then, the image of that bloody eye flashed in my mind.
It was then that I remembered to take out my phone and dialed the number of the person who had sent me a message. The call connected, but no one answered. I tried calling more than ten times, but still no response.
Finally, I sent a text message saying: "If something happens to Fat Zhang, I will make sure you have no place to rest in death."
As for this Evil Being, I was certain it wasn’t a living person but a Soul. About an hour after sending my message, I received a response.
I didn't open the text message; instead, I immediately made a phone call, but damn it, he didn't answer.
I had no choice but to check the message. It read: "Cooperate with my funeral, and I'll let him live."
After reading this text, I couldn't help but take a sharp breath. It seemed that Fat Zhang had truly fallen into the hands of that Evil Being. Damn it, seeing those words about cooperating with a funeral still sent chills down my spine. But wait a minute! Jianjian said that Fat Zhang called her last night. Could it be that the Evil Being made Fat Zhang call Jianjian to relay this information to me?
Seeing someone planning to hold a funeral for me in broad daylight sent a shiver down my spine. Damn it, the last time with the Live Burial nearly drove me to my end.
What would this funeral be like?
I asked him what he wanted and why he wasn't answering the phone.
After a long time, he finally replied. The message read: "Three days from now, you will attend the funeral. If you don't come, not only will he die..."
This time, I replied with a direct insult at this bastard, demanding that I attend my own funeral while being so arrogant.
"Whether to go or not is up to you."
But just then, someone said, "Go."
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