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In every family, there are rules; in every nation, there are regulations.
To betray the master, according to Master Chu's family law, one would face a fate of being flayed and having their heart extracted. The death of San'er did not clarify much, but when Old Six's flayed corpse appeared, everyone understood that someone was about to enforce the family law.
Thus, Master Chu was killed by six disciples he regarded as his own sons. With his death, arrangements for his funeral had to be made.
A grave robber fears nothing more than having their own grave robbed after spending a lifetime plundering others' tombs. Therefore, after turning thirty, Master Chu began constructing his own tomb.
At this moment, we find ourselves in Master Chu's tomb.
After Master Chu's death, the Six Brothers gave him a grand burial. Those brothers he had befriended were oblivious to the truth; they never suspected that the six disciples would unite to kill their master. However, it was not the Six Brothers who carried the coffin; it was Master Chu's First Wife.
It turned out that long ago, Master Chu had made a will. All arrangements for his burial were to be handled by his First Wife. They watched as she entered the tomb, followed by someone they had never seen before. They observed as much of Master Chu's treasure was placed into another coffin, and at that moment, they made a decision.
Master Chu's will did not mention the brothers at all. It became clear that Master Chu had never considered them his true sons; all those banquets and smiling faces were merely part of a scheme. They laughed, realizing that everyone was playing a game—there was no genuine affection among them. They felt relieved; any lingering guilt over killing their master vanished completely.
They knew that Master Chu's tomb was complex. However, they also knew that there were many treasures in the accompanying coffin.
They decided to return in a few years to rob their master's grave. This way, even if others discovered that Master Chu's tomb had been looted, no one would suspect the Six Brothers.
The First Wife emerged, and the tomb was sealed.
The Six Brothers feared that she might open the coffin to inspect the body while still inside the tomb; if she did, their scheme would be exposed. But when she came out, she said nothing, and the brothers breathed a sigh of relief. Since nothing had been discovered, this matter seemed to reach a conclusion.
However, what happened next was crucial.
With Master Chu dead, no one could stop them from moving forward. They decided to eliminate Mei on her way back. They could hardly wait; with Master Chu gone, their ambitions stirred restlessly beneath the surface.
The upper head of a wise man controls the lower head. Foolish man, the head below controls the head above. No one has notified Master Chu of his death, so this task naturally falls on Six Brothers. Qian Er said: "Notification of this matter must be in the afternoon. After she knows the news, she will rush back. Calculate the time and let her come back around Early Morning." Qian Er is worthy of this six As the strategist of the human gang, he spent half a year organizing all the people together, and a month to plan the method of killing. In a moment, he thought of how to kill people. The eyebrows are back, and the cornfield half as tall as a man is the best choice for an ambush. There are no street lights here, and Early Morning is rarely visited. This was the best time, but something unexpected happened, and Mei was not the only one who came back. There is another person who seems to be Mei's classmate. "Do you want to take action?" The first question was Big Egg. QianSan spat softly, and then said: "Fuck, come on, one is up, two are up, what's the problem?" So they started. The ones who took action were Wei Changfeng and Big Egg. They rushed out of the cornfield, each controlled a girl and pulled them into the cornfield. Then, Qian San was the first to rush forward. Qian San has always wanted to lick Mei Li’s face, but in fact, Qian San did exactly that, Qian San stuck out his tongue from the mask. Qian San I think Mei’s face is as lovable as ice cream, and it seems to have a unique sweetness. The rest of the people were infected by Qian San’s passion, and Big Egg tore off Daiyu’s clothes. Then, Big Egg sighed and said: "This bitch is so ugly. She was so angry that she withered instantly." San'er heard Big Egg's words and expressed dissatisfaction, so he pushed Big Egg away Go on by yourself. But after San'er saw Daiyu, he suddenly lost his sexual desire. So, they looked at Daiyu and raised their eyebrows in turn.
“Is Old Six not a Necrophiliac? No woman can get him hard,” I asked.
“Yeah, he didn’t go for it.”
At this point, Qian San was breathing heavily, clearly nearing his limit. If we had taken him out earlier, perhaps there would have been a chance for survival after treatment, but I didn’t want to give him that opportunity. His fingers could no longer stop the intestines spilling out; a large section hung from his abdomen, still writhing.
“Chu Mei is back. One of us six has betrayed everyone; don’t trust anyone. If Master Chu’s friends find out about what happened five years ago, we’ll be dead without a grave. So anyone who knows this secret must be killed by the traitor—do not trust anyone.”
“Then why tell me?” I replied. “Do you want me dead?”
Qian San cracked a smile, running his hand through his hair. “Since I started this line of work, I knew I wouldn’t die a good death, but I didn’t expect it to be like this. Why am I telling you? Because if I don’t share this secret, it will rot in my gut forever. I don’t know if you understand what it feels like to carry a secret you can’t tell anyone; it’s torture.”
“I don’t want to go down with such a secret. They say those who do bad things go to the eighteenth level of hell after death; I don’t want to experience even one more layer.” Qian San closed his eyes. “Help me close the coffin lid; the feng shui here isn’t bad. My son is five years old this year and doing well in school…”
Death extinguishes life like a candle.
I hadn’t expected Qian San to have a wife and child. He had always struck me as carefree and reckless, someone who didn’t care about anything. Yet when faced with death, people often hope others remember their good side, forgetting how wicked they truly are.
I closed the coffin.
Why was everyone back when Chu Mei returned? Did the Grave Robbers still believe there were ghosts in this world?
It was now certain that these six individuals were the ones who had raped Chu Mei years ago, though there were some differences compared to what Daiyu had said. But wasn’t Old Six into corpses? Why hadn’t he violated one?
Qian San was already dead in the coffin; there was no way to get answers from him now.
“I just took a look; there’s another passage behind the stone door. It seems someone has chased after them. There are no flashlights here, making it hard to see the bloodstains on the ground,” Zhao Mingkun said, shining his flashlight at me, signaling me to move forward.
After passing through the passage, there were three more forks in the road. It seemed that Master Chu was indeed afraid of grave robbers entering his tomb, designing so many paths. For those unfamiliar with the layout, it would be easy to get lost in this mausoleum, and that was no joke.
Thinking of this, I hurriedly carved a mark on the wall to avoid forgetting where I had entered.
"Here!" Zhao Mingkun shone his flashlight on the ground. "The footprints are scattered; they must have run this way."
We followed the footprints into the darkness, and a strong smell of blood wafted out. It appeared that someone inside had been injured, or perhaps even killed. I had seen the Six Brothers' daggers; they were extremely sharp. A single cut from one of them was no trivial matter.
But we were too late—just one step too late. If we hadn't listened to Qian San's story, these two wouldn't have died.
Two bodies lay on one side of the coffin in the tomb chamber; they were Big Egg and Wei Changfeng.
Both of them clutched their daggers tightly, never letting go. As I shone my flashlight on them, I could see they were covered in wounds. Blood pooled around them, and the heavy scent lingered in the air.
I could imagine the scene before their deaths: in a dark tomb chamber without light, neither could see the other. They could only hear each other's voices and feel each other's breath. Then they stabbed blindly into the darkness, their wounds multiplying until they could no longer hold on and collapsed together.
They had killed each other.
No one could trust anyone else because they knew that once Master Chu's sworn brothers learned of their secret, their fate would be dire. Death was perhaps the best outcome in such a situation. For instance, Wang Er Gou's method of enforcing discipline was to have his father bitten to death alive. Such agony could not be ended with mere death.
If one did not want to be killed by others, the best way was to kill first.
This was a profound truth.
Thus, among the four, Qian San—who had no cunning—was the first to die, followed by the two we now saw. I wondered where Qian Er had gone; was he alive or had he already met his end in this labyrinthine tomb?
Master Chu's words seemed prophetic; they had betrayed their master and naturally could betray their brothers as well.
"He still has a breath left." Zhao Mingkun said to Wei Changfeng.
I hurried over and found that Wei Changfeng indeed still had a breath in him.
"Little brother, I couldn't hold on until you came to save me," Wei Changfeng spoke in a broken voice. "Chu Mei, Chu Mei is back. I don't know who did this, but she is in the Tomb, her heart..."
"This, the dagger I snatched..." Wei Changfeng pulled out a dagger.
His words sent a chill down my spine. Chu Mei was back, and she was in the tomb. Hadn't Chu Mei already died? Why were these people saying that Chu Mei had returned? Could it be that Chu Mei was truly a ghost? Were we really seeing ghosts in the courtyard?
I shone my flashlight around; it was pitch black and eerily quiet. A large coffin stood in the center, its lid open and empty inside. Yet often, human fear stems from the absence of something. The unseen is what truly terrifies.
Seeing my suspicious demeanor, Zhao Mingkun snorted coldly. "Stop shining that light everywhere; there are no ghosts in this world. If there were vengeful spirits, how could there be so many unsolved cases? If there were ghosts seeking revenge, what would the police be for?"
Zhao Mingkun, who was clearly a ruthless killer herself, spoke with an inexplicable sense of justice that left me feeling helpless.
I stopped shining the light around and looked at the dagger Wei Changfeng had given me.
Qian San had one, Big Egg held another, there was one on the suspected Old Six's corpse, and Wei Changfeng had his own as well as another he took from someone else.
But who else had one? Qian Er? Or that Murderer? Or perhaps it was in Chu Mei's hands?
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