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My ten fingers were already covered in blood, and the pain had reached my brain, making me almost want to curse.
"Brother," Soybean called out to me in a chilling tone.
I slowly turned to glance at Soybean. They say that humans have emotions, but do those feelings remain the same for friends and family after one has become a ghost?
Soybean's face was as pale as paper. Their gaze seemed weak as they looked at me, and I looked back at them.
But my hands were still stained with blood, and the grave had been nearly dug up.
I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say.
I looked toward the grave site, which was shrouded in darkness, while the sound of water continued to echo in my ears.
"Brother, please continue," Soybean urged me.
To be honest, I had feelings for Soybean; of course, I wanted to help them. I slowly stood up and asked Soybean, "Why are you digging your own grave?"
My tone had changed.
Now standing taller than Soybean, they lifted their head to look at me but remained silent.
"Soybean, as long as you tell me why, I will definitely help you."
Suddenly, without warning, Soybean began to cry. I intended to comfort them, but at that moment, I felt something suddenly grab my ankle.
I quickly reacted and looked down, only to see a withered hand gripping my ankle. The skin was peeling away, and a foul odor mixed with a faint metallic scent filled the air.
Suddenly, I realized something, and my scalp tingled with fear.
Just then, Soybean called out to me again, "Brother... keep going, keep going..."
Even in this situation, he wanted me to continue? It was clear he had ulterior motives. Without any hesitation, I turned and ran in the opposite direction of the grave.
But that hand held on too tightly, causing me to stumble and fall to the ground. My chin scraped against the dirt, and I cursed under my breath. Thankfully, nothing crawled out from the grave.
I struggled to get back on my feet and ran blindly into the darkness. A cold wind blew from behind me, sending chills down my spine as if countless hands were reaching out to grab me.
Pain shot through my hands and feet. I could hardly run; in the dark, I couldn't even tell which way was which.
Could it be that Soybean had really turned into a water ghost, trying to kill me and make me his substitute? The thought made me gasp in horror.
Damn it, the body buried in that grave must have been Soybean's! I couldn't even imagine what would have happened if I had actually dug it up.
At that moment, everything was eerily quiet. I fumbled for my phone and turned on the flashlight. But just as the light flickered on, I heard another voice: "Brother, help me..."
Damn it! I was nearly driven to madness by fear. Without a second thought, I kept running forward, heading away from the village.
The scattered light spots I had seen earlier had completely vanished.
I had no idea where that woman wanted me to run. After a while, I finally slowed down; I was exhausted and gasping for breath. But when I looked up again, I was shocked to find the village right in front of me.
I had reached the village entrance. Stunned, I thought to myself that this was truly bizarre. Thankfully, Soybean hadn’t followed me.
I glanced at the time; it was already ten o'clock at night. When I got home, my mom looked at me with an expression of sheer anxiety.
“Saning, where have you been all night? Your dad went out looking for you.”
Strangely enough, just as she finished speaking, my dad walked in from outside.
He didn’t say a word and went straight to his bedroom.
Seeing that I had returned safely, my mom didn’t bother with my dad anymore.
She looked at me, disheveled and covered in bruises, and immediately felt a pang of concern. She asked if I had run into Soybean. At that moment, I decided not to hide anything and nodded.
My mom’s expression changed instantly as she asked, “What did he do to you?”
I replied that I was fine.
My mom has always been protective of me, and seeing me in such a state made her insist on going to confront Third Uncle tomorrow. I thought her words were misplaced; Soybean was already dead—what was the point of confronting Third Uncle?
I told her not to disturb Third Uncle.
She became agitated and exclaimed, “What do you mean, what’s wrong with Third Uncle? He can bully my son while ignoring his own grandson? Coming out at night to scare people!”
I felt increasingly uneasy, thinking that my mom must be confused and talking nonsense.
She glanced at me and said, “Go change your clothes. I’ll go heat some water for your bath.”
I nodded and went into my room to change. After I came out, I asked her, “Since Soybean is already buried, what’s the point of confronting Third Uncle?” I intended to persuade her not to go.
But then my mother said something unexpected. She remarked, "Where is it buried? That old sly dog, your Third Uncle..." At this point, she trailed off and added, "Let me check if the water is ready."
Her words left me confused, but I didn’t think much of it at the time since my mother had already called me to take a bath. After washing up, I found myself still pondering Soybean's expression from when we were digging up the grave, along with that hand that had reached out from the tomb.
Soybean had told me to dig up that grave... Could it be that the grave didn’t belong to Soybean? After all, who would want to dig up their own grave? This thought made me feel as if I had been deceived by Soybean; perhaps he had intended to harm me from the very beginning.
From that day when I nearly drowned at the dam to this incident where I almost got caught by a Ghost Hand while digging up a grave!
What secret was Soybean hiding? I felt anxious and uneasy. After my bath, my mother told me not to go out at night anymore. "You got lucky this time," she said. "Tomorrow, I'll take you to the temple to pray to the Bodhisattva."
I nodded in response. During dinner, my father was focused on his meal while my mother kept watching me intently. She looked at my bruised chin and asked, "You won't be disfigured, will you?"
I replied, "Mom, you always make a big deal out of nothing."
She shot me an annoyed glare. After dinner, I felt sore all over, especially in my ten fingers.
Once everything was done, it was nearly eleven o'clock. I returned to my bedroom to sleep.
Around midnight, I received a phone call. I didn’t check the caller ID; instead, I heard Zhang Pangzi's voice on the other end. He said, "Saning, my Uncle is coming to find you tomorrow." At first, I thought he was joking, but it turned out he was serious.
Damn! As soon as I heard that, I became fully alert. Zhang Pangzi knew the name of my village; however, he definitely didn’t know my exact location. But once he entered the village and asked around, it wouldn’t take long for him to find out.
I thought to myself that Zhang Dexin was indeed persistent; he had followed me all the way here.
On the phone, I told Zhang Pangzi, "Don’t let your Uncle come here. If he does come, I won’t meet him."
Zhang Pangzi chuckled bitterly and replied, "I can’t stop him! Anyway, let’s leave it at that! My girlfriend is calling me." After saying that, he hung up. Just then, I did hear a woman’s voice in the background on the call.
After thinking for a while, I realized that if Uncle really came tomorrow and found his way to my doorstep, it would be awkward for me not to see him. Just the thought of it made my head ache.
Wang Wei had said not to trust Zhang Dexin under any circumstances.
I lay in bed, still feeling a bit tired, and soon fell asleep again. In my drowsy state, I felt as if someone was tending to my wounds.
The sensation was warm and cool at the same time, which made me sleep even more soundly.
However, in the latter half of the night, I was jolted awake by someone knocking on my window, and they were knocking quite forcefully. I was startled out of my dreams.
At first, I wanted to turn on the light, but once I was fully awake, I decided against it. It had to be Soybean again.
I pretended to be asleep and ignored it, but the knocking continued relentlessly.
Eventually, I had no choice but to get out of bed and turn on the light. Once the light was on, I faced the window and said, “Soybean, just go away! I'm not helping you anymore.”
The curtains were tightly drawn, but there was no response from outside the window.
Damn it, if this keeps up, the glass in my house is going to break. I walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains. Through the glass, I said, “Soybean, big brother doesn’t believe you anymore.”
As soon as I finished speaking and focused my gaze, I saw...
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