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I glanced at my phone, initially thinking that the woman had called me. However, she usually didn’t call during the day. When I took out my phone, I saw it was a number belonging to Fatty. I hesitated to answer because I feared it might be Zhang Dexin calling.
Zhang Dexin truly was a persistent Vengeful Spirit! Both he and Wang Wei wanted me to go to the East City Ruins, but for some reason, Wang Wei couldn’t get out of the hospital.
So, this Zhang Dexin was quite bothersome.
I stood there for a few seconds, still apprehensive about answering Fatty’s call. Finally, I pressed the answer button. Hearing Fatty's voice on the other end was undoubtedly a relief.
“Fatty, what do you want?” I asked.
Fatty chuckled and said, “Didn’t my Uncle give you a call? You should pay attention to him; he’s been acting strange lately.”
I acknowledged him and thought to myself that he was the one who should be telling me about this!
Fatty quickly denied it, saying, “Dude, I just started dating someone new. I won’t be a single dog anymore! If anyone calls me a single dog, I’ll get mad!”
I thought to myself that this Fatty was really boring; he called just to show off his relationship. So, I hung up the phone.
However, after hanging up, Fatty surprisingly sent me a text: “My Uncle might come to the countryside to find you in the next couple of days. Be careful!”
After reading the message, I felt puzzled. Who was this person? Did he really want to force something on me?
Putting my phone back in my pocket, I grabbed the prepared Yuanbao Candle and headed toward Soybean's grave. I arrived at the location around four in the afternoon.
In front of Soybean's grave, I lit some Yuanbao Candles and chatted casually for a bit. I said, “Soybean, if you have any grievances or things you can’t say, feel free to talk to me. Your Saning Brother will definitely help you.”
I burned the Joss Paper while muttering to myself, and the sky gradually darkened.
At that moment, a cool breeze blew from behind me. I stood up without thinking much about it; the sound of the river echoed in my ears. As I walked, I took out my phone to check the time—it was almost five o'clock.
I had intended to head straight home, but as I walked along the road, I felt as if something was following me from behind. However, whenever I turned around, there was nothing there.
The village was just ahead, yet I couldn't shake the feeling that I was taking a longer route.
It usually took me just over ten minutes to walk from Soybean's grave to the village, but now with my injured foot, it should have taken more than twenty minutes. When I checked my phone again, it was already six in the evening.
In March and April, night fell quickly, and once it did, the air turned chilly. The croaking of frogs filled my ears.
It finally dawned on me that I might be encountering what they called a Ghost Wall—a phenomenon where no matter how you walk, you always end up back where you started.
Could Soybean be playing tricks on me? I felt a mix of confusion and anxiety.
I still vividly remembered that scene from that night when darkness fell and everything around me became blurry. I hadn’t turned on my phone’s flashlight; instead, I focused intently on what lay ahead. It felt as if a shadow twisted into view in the tranquil night, ready to reveal itself.
But just then, it seemed someone reached into my clothes from behind at my waist, touching my skin. Instantly, I jumped up in shock.
The hand was cold and seemed to be wet.
I stumbled forward a few steps and turned around, only to find an empty space behind me.
Finally, I switched on my flashlight. But as soon as the beam illuminated the area, I was stunned by what appeared before me—it was truly unbelievable.
At that moment, Soybean's grave appeared right before my eyes, no more than ten centimeters away. If I took just one more step forward, I would be stepping on Soybean's grave.
However, the surroundings were clearly not the place where Soybean had been buried earlier. The spot where Soybean's grave had been was at a bend in the river! Yet now, Soybean's grave was beside a straight stream.
I was momentarily stunned, feeling an eerie chill in the air. The once familiar Tianchuan River now seemed to have transformed, shrouded in a dark shadow.
My breath involuntarily quickened with anxiety.
I had encountered the Ghost Wall and found the same grave in a different location.
Could it be that Soybean had done this on purpose? Was Soybean in the grave now, somehow bringing the grave along to catch up with me? To be honest, I wasn't particularly timid; when I was younger and played in the water, my friends called me "Water Monkey" because I dared to try anything, no matter how turbulent the current.
I had always been bold since childhood, but at this moment, I couldn't help but feel a creeping dread.
I swallowed hard, looking at the small earthen mound that was the grave. My heart felt heavy, and I couldn't fathom what Soybean wanted.
Staring at the grave, I finally spoke up: "Soybean, is that you? If you need something, just tell me. I'll help you if I can."
The night was vast and dark, my voice echoing in the space around me, sounding somewhat eerie.
I kept my gaze fixed on the grave while also keeping an eye on my surroundings.
Suddenly, I felt a chill near my ear. For a moment, I dared not move. Then I heard a voice that seemed to come from the depths of the Underworld. It said: "Brother, dig open this grave..."
Upon hearing this, my body involuntarily twitched. The icy sensation echoed in my ear; my heart sank as if someone had pricked me with a needle.
“Soybean, why are you digging up the grave? Isn’t this your grave?”
“Brother, didn’t you say you would help Soybean? Have you forgotten?” At that moment, Soybean’s voice turned completely cold.
“I said I would help you, but you need to tell me why!”
As soon as I finished speaking, Soybean's voice vanished, as if it had never existed. I glanced around but saw nothing.
I knew this was Soybean trying to keep me here, asking me to help him dig up his grave. Yet I couldn’t understand why he wanted to do that when it was his own grave.
As the saying goes, “Rest in peace.” How could a body that has been buried still move?
An increasing sense of unease settled in my heart, and a hint of panic began to spread. I tried calling out for Soybean, but there was no response.
The night suddenly became eerily silent.
At that moment, I found myself wishing that woman would call me, but my phone remained disturbingly quiet. The only light came from the screen, illuminating nothing else.
I attempted to move forward slowly. I remembered my grandmother telling me that if you encounter a ghost blocking your path, just close your eyes and walk straight ahead without thinking—step by step.
But as soon as I closed my eyes, my father’s words echoed in my mind: “Don’t walk with your eyes closed.” These two pieces of advice seemed contradictory.
This left me feeling conflicted; I just didn’t realize that if I understood what my father meant, those two pieces of advice were not opposed at all.
After struggling with my thoughts for a while, I finally decided to listen to my grandmother. I closed my eyes and began to walk straight ahead using my senses.
But I had overlooked one problem: when I closed my eyes, it was nearly impossible to walk in a straight line. It was only because someone was guiding me that I managed to move forward.
He tugged at the hem of my clothes. I didn’t notice.
It wasn’t until I heard the sound of water that I suddenly opened my eyes, my face turning pale with fear as I realized my feet had already stepped into the water.
My heart raced, and I instinctively turned back. My back was nearly soaked with cold sweat as I realized I wouldn’t be able to escape easily.
I gasped for breath, feeling the water soaking my legs below the knees.
Once I reached the shore, I distanced myself from the riverbank.
I felt anxious and shouted, “Soybean, what do you want? Digging a grave? That’s your own grave! If you dig it up, you’ll become a Lonely Soul forever.”
I yelled into the air, but I knew he could hear me.
All around, I could see the lights in the village flickering on one by one. After my voice faded, silence returned to this place.
Sometimes people crave silence, yet at other times they fear it immensely. At that moment, I wished Soybean would respond to me, breaking this eerie stillness.
“Soybean…” I called out again.
But Soybean’s reply remained the same: “Brother, help me dig that grave…”
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