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Living Funeral
Gao Ling asked me, "What should we do?" I had no idea how to respond, so I remained silent.
That female ghost was fixated on me; if I didn’t let her rest, she wouldn’t let me rest either. Looking at the decaying corpse, I felt a shiver run down my spine.
What Zhao Fan did was truly despicable.
Suddenly, Gao Ling said to me, "Fei, this corpse isn’t ours to dig up; it shouldn’t concern us, right?"
I countered her, "What about you?"
It was around three or four in the morning.
A cool breeze swept through, but each gust sent chills down my spine.
My mind was consumed with thoughts about this corpse. How should I handle it? Should I bury it here, take it away, or find another solution?
I turned my head and glanced around. Taking a deep breath, I said to Gao Ling, "How about we take the corpse with us?"
I was seeking Gao Ling's opinion.
Gao Ling looked at me with wide eyes and said, "This isn’t our problem! It’s a matter of grievances; she should go after that bastard Zhao Fan."
I thought Gao Ling was being too naive. Damn it, that female ghost was already haunting me; there was no way this situation would develop in the direction Gao Ling hoped!
Sweat formed in my palms as I finally made a decision: I would take the corpse away and give it a proper burial.
I jumped into the grave pit.
Gao Ling exclaimed, "Are you really going to take it?"
I said, "Is there any doubt about it?" I pulled the corpse up, and damn it, the stench almost made me vomit. I held my breath and managed to throw the body over my shoulder.
Then I got into Gao Ling's car.
At this point, I couldn't care less. Gao Ling's face changed when he saw me load a rotting corpse into his vehicle, but he didn't say much.
So, I made a call to Zhao Fan. After exchanging a few words, Zhao Fan flatly denied everything and even cursed Gao Ling for slandering him.
Gao Ling was furious. I told him not to waste his breath on someone like that.
After hanging up, Gao Ling asked me, "Where are you taking the body?"
We exchanged glances, and I felt a wave of terror wash over us. With the urn on my back, it felt like my head was about to explode.
Where could I take the corpse?
Damn it, why were there so many troubles? My mind raced.
Finally, I settled on a place. Given the circumstances, I had no choice but to take the body to the funeral home. Even if it couldn't be buried right away, at least it could be stored in a freezer.
Once I figured that out, I decided not to dwell on it any longer.
Now that Old Wang and Zhang Xun were both in trouble, I couldn't worry about any agreements anymore. I told Gao Ling to head to the funeral home.
Gao Ling must have been there before.
He asked, "Are you planning to deal with the body there?"
When we arrived, if it weren't for this damn mess caused by Gao Ling, I wouldn't have had to risk coming back at all.
Around five o'clock, the car stopped at the entrance of the funeral home.
It wasn't fully bright yet, but there was already a hint of dim light.
Inside the funeral home, there was an eerie silence, devoid of any signs of life.
As the car came to a halt, Gao Ling asked, "Should I call my uncle?" I felt a bit anxious inside, but I agreed nonetheless.
After all, we didn't know what was going on, and confronting the situation might be the best approach for now.
However, Gao Ling called out several times without receiving a response. When he tried calling on the phone, it indicated that it was turned off.
I figured no one was around; the funeral home felt like a deserted zone, ominous and foreboding. Gao Ling remarked, "Fei, why do I feel like something's off here? Where are the people from the funeral home?"
His words reminded me that he was still unaware of what had happened at the funeral home. I snapped back to reality and replied, "Everyone's on holiday."
Gao Ling looked as if he had just realized something.
After glancing around a few times, I told Gao Ling, "You go get the body."
It was too quiet here; the silence had taken on a ghostly quality. Gao Ling hesitated and said, "Is it appropriate for me to go?"
Damn it, why was he still saying such things? I replied, "If you don't do it, then I'm not taking responsibility for this. You've been involved from start to finish."
After hearing this, Gao Ling relented and hurriedly shouldered the body to follow me inside.
I headed straight to the cold storage and placed the girl's body inside. The sight of her was too tragic; she should have been prepared and made up. But it seemed her fate was unfortunate—she had become a ghost even after death.
Gao Ling said, "Is it done now? I think we should leave."
I wanted to leave, of course, but the image of Zhang Xun squatting in front of a corpse, drinking its blood, lingered in my mind. I planned to verify whether Old Wang's words were true or false.
And was Zhang Xun really the most suitable scapegoat? If so, who was I supposed to die for?
Who wanted to harm me?
Was it Old Wang?
I had hardly seen Old Wang at all! And as for Zhang Xun, I had only met him once! Was it the fat guy?
No way, no way.
I said to Gao Ling, "I need to check the back mountain. The body hasn’t been dealt with yet; we can’t leave now."
Gao Ling asked, "Are you going to choose a burial site?"
I glanced at Gao Ling and fell silent, then headed toward the back mountain.
It gradually became brighter, making the path easier to see. Gao Ling stood still for a moment before hurriedly catching up with me.
We moved cautiously through the darkness toward the back mountain.
Upon reaching the back mountain, I arrived at the spot where Brother Li and the others had been buried. To my shock, I saw that the grave had indeed been dug up. But as I got closer, I was stunned—because all three corpses were charred beyond recognition.
At that moment, a faint smell of burnt flesh wafted through the air, and I finally couldn't hold back my nausea any longer.
Damn it, this was an attempt to destroy evidence!
I suddenly felt as if I was seeing a web, and I was walking step by step toward it, unaware of when this web would ensnare me.
Just then, Gao Ling let out a sudden scream.
I immediately reacted and asked, "What’s wrong?"
Gao Ling's voice was urgent as she pointed in a direction and shouted, "Look over there."
I turned my gaze toward where Gao Ling was pointing and saw a shadow. From a distance, it appeared somewhat plump.
I shouted, "Who are you?"
But there was no response; instead, the figure turned and ran away. I stood there in a daze for a moment before chasing after it. However, I lost track of the figure after only a short while.
Breathing heavily, I turned back.
Gao Ling was not far behind me, urging me to hurry over because she had found something.
I saw that Gao Ling was holding a black-and-white photograph in her hand, along with a disc.
Gao Ling said, "I didn’t expect you all to be so old-fashioned!"
I snatched the black-and-white photo from her hands, but soon my face turned pale with shock.
In the photo were five young people: one was Brother Li, another was a chubby guy, and there I was. To my surprise, Zhang Xun was also in it.
However, the person on the far left was unrecognizable. I was bewildered—when was this photo taken? How could I not remember it?
I flipped the photo over; on the blank back, several numbers were written in black ink: 198.
198...
What does this number mean? Could it be a year? Is this photo taken in 198? That’s impossible! Could this be some kind of trick?
But Zhang Xun is also in there! In the photo, Zhang Xun has a radiant smile on his face.
The background of this photo is a funeral home, but back then, the building was quite dilapidated. The place where we carried the body was relatively new.
I couldn't help but breathe heavily. My heart felt like it had sunk to the bottom of the sea...
What on earth is going on?
I recalled some details. That shadow I saw earlier... it seemed somewhat familiar. I had an answer in my mind, but I knew that answer was impossible. So I actively dismissed it...
The body...
Five people went to carry the body, four of them died, and I was the only one who survived...
This is a conspiracy!
Cold sweat broke out on my forehead, and just then, I received a phone call...
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