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“Wu Saning, I've been waiting for you for a long time.” A slightly aged voice echoed.
The voice seemed to come from the flat warehouse in front of me. I walked around the lantern and moved inside, asking, “Where are they?”
But no one answered me.
Wang Wei hurried to catch up as I walked forward, holding the White Lantern in my hand. Upon entering the warehouse, I found it empty, in a primitive state, filled with large, rusty metal scraps that made visibility unclear.
Before Chen San entered, he glanced back; there was nothing but emptiness behind him. I looked back as well, and saw nothing at all.
We were all waiting for the people we expected.
Yet at that moment, no one appeared.
Once inside, I first caught a whiff of rust, followed by a scent that felt like a soul. Then I saw several Paper Men.
The Paper Men eerily sang a dirge, their haunting melody echoing in the space.
I had no idea how this Evil Being intended to play its game. At least it had notified me openly this time, so it wasn't exactly a trap.
As I stepped further into the warehouse, I hadn't taken many steps when Chen San suddenly called out to me.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Don't go in yet. Let's wait a bit,” Chen San replied.
But just after he spoke, a piercing scream rang out—a scream that sent chills down my spine. I recognized that voice: Heyan Ge.
That was Jianjian’s cry.
I shouted angrily, “What the hell are you doing? I'm here now!” Damn it, I came to attend a funeral and still got attacked.
"Keep moving forward."
"Damn it," I muttered under my breath, cursing the bastard. Wang Wei echoed my sentiments, and in the dark warehouse, we each held a flashlight. The beams of light danced around the space.
I was puzzled as to why he had placed the eternal lamp outside instead of inside.
After walking a few steps, my gaze quickly caught sight of a soul hanging in the air, as if it had been whipped. The essence of the soul was thin and wispy, looking like it could vanish at any moment.
There were more than just one whipped soul; a glance revealed many. It was truly disturbing, I cursed.
Chen San remarked, "He's not just a pervert; he once flayed someone alive..." He said this without batting an eye, but I felt my face go pale.
Wang Wei chimed in, "A pervert! He's really a damn pervert."
In fact, during the last Live Burial, I had subconsciously classified the Evil Being as a Soul. If he truly was a spirit, I wouldn't be afraid.
Although this warehouse was flat, looking up revealed it was still quite high—at least two stories tall.
I suddenly asked Chen San, "Why did you insist that I attend this funeral?"
Chen San seemed to anticipate my question and replied, "Over the years, he's buried too many people; it's time for him to be buried."
Wang Wei tugged at me and said, "Saning, don't believe everything he says."
Chen San ignored Wang Wei.
We continued along the narrow path surrounded by towering metal debris. The warehouse wasn't large, but we had to take many twists and turns due to the obstacles.
I didn't know where we were headed; I just walked aimlessly. However, after a few minutes, we came upon another mourning hall. But before we stepped inside, I caught a whiff of blood.
The mourning hall had already been set up. This one was quite ordinary and bore no distinction from a typical funeral; I even saw flower wreaths.
Some names were written on the wreaths.
I glanced over and saw about a dozen people.
"Those who sent wreaths are all here for the funeral," Chen San said.
I was taken aback. Damn it, they all came to attend my funeral, and I didn’t even invite them. I blurted that out.
But Chen San splashed cold water on me, reminding me that the dead have no right to speak.
Although I wasn’t dead yet, hearing Chen San's words made me feel as if I had already passed away.
The hall was filled with wreaths on both sides, but usually, during a regular burial, people like to hire professionals to create a lively atmosphere.
However, this hall was eerily silent.
As I walked forward, nearing the front of the hall, I saw a large red coffin that stood out vividly.
There was nothing inside the coffin. I stared at it, thinking it must be prepared for me!
I took a deep breath; this time the spirit tablet had no name engraved on it, smooth as a mirror. Wang Wei approached me and said, "Saning, if that pervert asks you to trade your life for someone else's later, don’t do it."
Wang Wei spoke to me with utmost seriousness.
I stared at Wang Wei; he probably felt uneasy under my gaze and added, "That’s what your wife said."
I didn’t know how to respond to that. To be honest, I was also afraid of death. But sometimes, you just can’t help it! Wang Wei urged me to answer him.
I looked at Wang Wei in surprise. He mentioned that this was also what my wife said; I could almost picture Ke'er’s anxious expression at that moment. I simply nodded in response to Wang Wei.
Upon hearing my agreement, Wang Wei turned to the void and said, "Auntie, I've fulfilled my promise to you; please don’t come looking for trouble!"
The beam from our flashlight cast eerie shadows across the hall.
Yet the Evil Being had yet to appear. Unable to contain myself, I shouted, "Can you let the person go first? This is between you and me."
As soon as I finished speaking, a cold laugh echoed around me, and Chen San looked around, but there was no sign of the Evil Being.
"Wu Saning, you should lie down in the coffin."
I was taken aback by this statement and immediately questioned why I should lie in the coffin.
The Evil Being sneered and said, "This is your funeral. If you don't lie in the coffin, how can the ceremony proceed?" His voice had changed, becoming sharp and hoarse.
I approached the edge of the coffin, and Chen San gave me a knowing glance. I understood his intention; he wanted me to comply with the Evil Being's request.
I stared at Chen San but remained motionless, uncertain of whether I could trust him.
Just as I was about to make a move, Wang Wei stopped me, saying, "Why are you listening to him? Staying alive is more important than anything." However, as soon as Wang Wei finished speaking, I saw something—a vision of Zhang Fatty's soul and Jianjian.
Both were suspended above me.
Zhang Fatty seemed to be in a dazed state due to his incomplete soul, while Jianjian was in a state of extreme panic, repeatedly calling out for help. "Saning Brother, save me," she cried, her voice tinged with sobs.
My heart softened at the sound.
I finally asked, "If I go in, will you let them go?"
"Of course."
With that, I stepped forward and placed one foot into the coffin.
Suddenly, Chen San said, "Turn off the flashlight." The three of us switched off our flashlights simultaneously, plunging the area into complete darkness.
As my foot entered the coffin, a chill ran through me.
I took a deep breath. Chen San lowered his voice and said to me, "Saning, I'm going to find him now."
I nodded in response.
Even in this place devoid of light, the Evil Being seemed to grasp the situation as he said, "I don't have time to play with you anymore. Let's wrap up this funeral quickly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jianjian let out a piercing scream.
"Saning Brother, save me!"
I sighed, but Wang Wei stepped forward and pulled me back. He wouldn't let me go in. In the darkness, I couldn't see Wang Wei's face, and he couldn't see mine either.
I urged Wang Wei to let go.
But he said, "Saning, you can't die."
After a moment of silence, I replied, "I'm not planning to die." Wang Wei insisted, "If you go in there, you might die."
Wang Wei's expression had already changed. I had witnessed the Evil Being's funeral before; last time we had the Bronze Mirror with us, but this time we had nothing.
Wang Wei resolutely pulled me along.
I asked why, and Wang Wei replied, "You just can't die."
Yet Jianjian's screams echoed in my ears once more, heart-wrenching. Just then, I received a phone call. When I looked at the caller ID, I was stunned to see two words displayed...
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