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The Twelve Blood Coffins placed before us made our hearts race and sent chills down our spines, especially since we were on the Fourteenth Floor, where the air was slightly cold and a cool breeze swept through. The Soul Banner fluttered ominously.
Tonight, even the stars were absent.
Behind the Twelve Blood Coffins lay the empty space of the rooftop, soaked in blood.
Jianjian called out to Zhang Fatty, but his voice was instantly carried away by the wind.
The night was pitch black, but at that moment, a noise came from the stairway behind us. Light—firelight—suddenly illuminated the area with its enchanting glow.
It was a torch, and the person holding it was none other than the Paper Man.
The Paper Man and fire were fundamentally incompatible, yet here he was, holding a torch as he ascended.
Xiaoru was about to move when the voice of the Evil Being finally rang out: “Don’t move, don’t speak. Be quiet; this is a funeral from the depths of the soul.”
Perverse, I muttered under my breath, Damn it. A funeral from the depths of the soul, indeed.
“You think just because you say not to move, we won’t?” Wang Wei shouted.
The Evil Being remained silent. The Paper Man, holding the torch, positioned himself orderly on either side, swaying as if he might topple over at any moment due to the wind.
However, it was clear that this gust of wind could not budge the Paper Man.
The firelight quickly illuminated my black-and-white photograph.
“Saning, welcome to the funeral.”
I couldn't be bothered with this bastard, welcoming me to my own funeral. Damn it, have you ever seen anyone attend their own funeral?
"Where's Borlun?" Jianjian asked softly, her voice trembling.
"Where is he?" I echoed, since I had promised Jianjian. I still wanted to help her, even though I had lost interest in Fat Zhang at this point.
The Evil Being clearly had amnesia or was just pretending to be crazy. He said, "Who are you talking about?"
"Borlun, where is Borlun?" Jianjian pressed.
At that moment, the rooftop felt a bit desolate. The Evil Being remarked, "Saning, you're the first person who's tormented me for this long."
I replied, "You're also the first person I've wanted to bury alive."
Chen San chimed in, "That's because there are some people you can't bury and wouldn't dare to."
Hearing Chen San's words, the Evil Being sneered before saying, "Are you talking about yourself?"
Chen San replied, "You know it."
The Paper Men raised their torches high. Almost all of them had come up the stairs, but there was one last one that didn't carry a torch; instead, it held a black-and-white photograph of me as if it were mourning. It walked up to the coffin with my picture in hand.
It stood still and did not move.
I asked, "Where is everyone?"
Suddenly, the Evil Being vanished without a trace, as if my words had silenced it. It had been a long time since it had spoken.
Just then, the coffin shook unexpectedly.
The area was wide open, allowing us to see everything at a glance, so it wouldn't be easy for the Evil Being to pull any tricks.
The sudden movement of the coffin immediately drew our attention.
At that moment, the lid of the coffin was pushed open.
Then I saw Zhang, the chubby man, emerging from inside. I was somewhat taken aback.
Jianjian became a bit agitated upon seeing Zhang. I told Jianjian to stay calm. At that moment, Zhang's appearance was rather unsettling; he wasn't the Paper Man, yet he wore the same white clothing as the Paper Man. However, his white outfit was smeared with an exceptionally eerie red substance that resembled blood.
One of his eyes was hollow, lacking any decoration. This version of Zhang was indeed quite frightening.
"Zhang," I called out.
But Zhang ignored me, which annoyed me a little.
Jianjian called out as well, but he paid no attention to her either.
At this point, it seemed that Zhang had lost his mind. However, after what he had done to me last time, I initially thought he was just out of his senses.
It was only when he began to speak that I realized he hadn’t truly lost his mind.
The night wind was biting cold, and I couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath.
I spoke plainly, "Damn it, if you don't want to play this time, just hand over Zhang the Fatty to us."
A sense of unease began to creep over me.
Ke'er, beside me, held my hand tightly without saying a word. If the Evil Being intended to exchange Zhang the Fatty for my eyes or my soul, I would refuse.
I waited for the Evil Being's response.
After a few seconds, the Evil Being did not disappoint me. He said, "Use your eyes in exchange."
My eyes were bound to my soul; if I exchanged them, it would mean tearing my white eyes away from my essence.
Without much thought, I firmly replied, "No exchange."
The Evil Being asked, "Are you really not going to exchange?"
Jianjian looked at me, her eyes already reddening.
Before I could respond, Ke'er spoke for me, "No exchange. My Husband will never trade with you."
"Is that so?" The Evil Being's voice turned sinister.
"You don't even know what I have to offer in exchange, yet you refuse."
I actually had a feeling about this; it was just a matter of wanting me to switch to a heavier person. But the truth proved that I had underestimated the methods of this Evil Being.
Another coffin was quickly opened, but the "person" who emerged from it left me utterly astonished.
Not just me, everyone’s complexion changed.
Wang Wei said, “Saning, is that your wife?”
Ke'er suddenly tightened her grip on my hand.
I focused my gaze, and that soul had facial features, looking exactly like Ke'er. I felt a surge of excitement, but this Evil Being often resorted to deception.
So even though I saw Ke'er's soul, I didn't react immediately.
However, judging by Ke'er's reaction, I was already somewhat convinced. It was just that Ke'er's soul was clearly intact; how could there be another one?
I couldn't make sense of it. What kind of form did Ke'er's soul exist in?
Even with these eyes now, I couldn't see through it.
Ke'er's soul seemed to lack awareness; aside from having facial features, it completely resembled a puppet.
I couldn't help but ask Ke'er, “Ke'er, does she have anything to do with you?”
Ke'er remained silent but nodded slightly. Yet I wondered why I wanted to ask.
Before I could speak, Xiaoru said, "Saning, this soul belongs to your wife."
I hesitated, wanting to respond, but Xiaoru continued, "Don't you know your own wife?"
"Will you trade?" the voice of the Evil Being echoed.
If this truly was Ke'er's soul, then of course I would trade. I just didn't understand why there were so many souls when Ke'er's soul was clearly intact.
Moreover, there were currently two souls overlapping within Ke'er.
The initial faceless soul had vanished, and now with Shang Ke'er herself, there was only one left.
I wondered where this soul had come from.
"Will you trade, Saning? Will you?" the Evil Being urged me.
Just as I was about to speak, Ke'er answered for me: "No trade."
I lowered my gaze to Ke'er. She said, "Husband, even though that soul is a part of me, I can still exist without her. But Husband, you cannot lose these eyes."
Clay Bodhisattva also spoke up: "Saning Brother, you cannot trade your eyes. If you lose them, you will forever lose your light."
Xiaoru added that losing my eyes would lead to eternal despair. Then Xiaoru mentioned that if I lost this soul, my wife might die.
A dead soul means complete annihilation.
I took a deep breath, my gaze lingering on that soul. The appearance of this soul was truly unexpected, catching me off guard.
Perhaps it was because I didn't respond immediately to the Evil Being.
So the Evil Being quickly raised the stakes again, as another soul appeared—this one belonging to Ke'er. This left me utterly shocked.
However, at that moment, I didn't question Ke'er.
Time seemed to come to a standstill as the Evil Being asked me in a calm tone, "Wu Saning, is that enough?"
I looked at the two souls not far away, stunned for a few seconds before finally saying, "It's enough."
Upon hearing my words, the Evil Being couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Saning, guess what I would choose if I were you."
I had no idea where that bastard was now. Damn it, I really wanted to hit him.
I sighed and replied, "Too bad you're not me."
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