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When I mentioned the name Lin Li, Wang Wei momentarily failed to respond. He murmured Lin Li to himself and soon realized what I was referring to.
He asked, "Saning, are you talking about him?"
From Wang Wei's question, it seemed he didn't know that Lin Li was his name.
I nodded in acknowledgment.
Wang Wei had previously said that Lin Li died from the pain of losing his seventh drop of blood, but last time, Fatty Zhang had used a drop of Lin Li's blood to make me suffer immensely.
Moreover, Evil Being had also stated that he had drained all of Lin Li's blood.
Now, upon hearing my question, Wang Wei's gaze became somewhat unfocused, as if he hadn't anticipated that I would ask this.
Wang Wei said, "Saning, didn't I tell you before?"
This guy Wang Wei, last night at the temple, was actually thinking about resurrecting Lin Li. However, while someone wanted to bring Lin Li back, Lin Li himself had never expressed such a desire.
I stared at Wang Wei and couldn't help but ask, "Are you serious?"
Wang Wei stammered for a moment and replied, "Saning, this is what he told me. I don't know if what he said is true or not."
"Damn it. Didn't you say you saw it with your own eyes?"
Upon hearing my curse, Wang Wei seemed to shrink back a bit. He said, "Saning, I exaggerated a bit for your safety. Otherwise, you wouldn't understand the severity of the situation. I was worried something might happen to you."
"So you're saying you don't even know how Lin Li died?"
Wang Wei nodded and explained, "Saning, I really didn't mean to deceive you."
I said I understood and that Wang Wei didn't need to explain. If what Wang Wei said was true—that the eyes could only shed blood seven times—then why didn’t Lin Li tell me anything before he vanished?
All Lin Li had said to me was that he hoped I would fare better than he did.
I murmured to myself, would I really die? I had already shed blood four times; if I shed it again, it would be the fifth time. If shedding blood seven times truly meant death, then I would have only three chances left.
In the end, I made a judgment in my heart: this must be false!
The pain I had endured was already enough to be unforgettable. I found it hard to believe that the agony of the seventh time could kill me.
Besides, someone like Lin Li dying from pain would indeed be a joke.
I didn’t dwell on this thought any longer. Although I now possessed these white eyes, which were somewhat different from ordinary ones, I still had to fight for my life.
I needed to work and earn money; I needed to survive. Even though my mother suggested that I stay home, there was no way I could actually do that.
I thought about returning to the city once everything here was settled so that I could continue working.
However, that Evil Being wouldn’t let me off easily; it was still preparing some kind of funeral. Just thinking about it made my head ache.
But before leaving here, there was one last matter to resolve.
That was Third Uncle. His corpse had been stolen, and Ke'er warned me to be cautious of Third Uncle, saying he would come back for revenge.
As I pondered this, my mind felt increasingly cluttered; the more I tried to sort it out, the messier it became.
My mom was in the kitchen making breakfast, and Jianjian had somehow gone over to help.
To find this Evil Being, I might have to start with Fat Zhang.
Before long, my mom told me to call everyone for breakfast. I put on my sunglasses and went outside to summon Chen San and Xiaoru, who looked noticeably unwell.
Chen San didn’t look much better either.
As Chen San passed by me, he forced a smile.
During breakfast, Dad still hadn’t shown up. I wanted to go call him, but Mom told me not to worry about Dad; he would come eat on his own later.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off with Dad. I wondered if he had gotten hurt while trying to stop the Evil Being last night.
But Mom insisted that Dad was fine and urged me to enjoy my meal. After breakfast, I told Mom that I was going to the temple.
This time, Mom didn’t stop me; she only said to be careful.
Third Uncle’s body had been dug up, and I wondered if the Temple Guardian knew anything about it. When we arrived at the temple entrance, we found it cleaned up as if nothing had happened the night before.
Perhaps knowing the Temple Guardian's identity had eased my apprehension; I walked straight into the temple and knocked on the door.
After a few knocks, the old man still didn’t answer.
“Sir,” I called out again. But there was no response from inside.
Wang Wei said, “Saning, do you think this old man is still sleeping?”
I thought to myself, even if he was sleeping, he should have heard me knocking so loudly! Either he wasn't home, or something had happened.
I peered through the crack in the door and saw a figure lying on the bed.
Could it be that this old man really slept himself to death? I called out again, but there was still no response.
"Wang Wei" shouted at the top of his lungs...
"Stop shouting; this old man must be in trouble." After saying that, I slammed into the door. After a few hard knocks, it burst open.
As soon as I stepped inside, I saw the old man's face was deathly pale. I checked for his breath.
I was immediately stunned.
The "Temple Guardian" was actually dead—dead! This was so abrupt! There had been no warning at all!
His death felt almost eerie to me.
"Is he dead?" "Wang Wei" asked.
I nodded. "Chen San," who had been silent until now, stepped forward and placed his hand over the old man's heart. Then he said, "He's dead."
I could hardly believe it; this old man was really gone! I took a deep breath.
We then examined the old man's body but found no obvious injuries. His mouth was slightly open, and his pupils were dilated.
It looked like he had died of fright, but I quickly dismissed that thought. Would this old man really die from being scared? He had done a good deed just by not scaring others.
"Wang Wei remarked, 'That old man must have been scared to death!'
I had just dismissed that thought in my mind when Wang Wei voiced it. I was about to deny it, but he then provided ample evidence to support his claim.
He said that when I went to retrieve the Sarira, after being frightened by the Vengeful Spirit, I looked almost exactly like this.
Wang Wei's words immediately unsettled me; the old man really had died of fright! It was almost too sensational to believe.
But now there was no way to verify it. I wondered if the old man's soul was still around.
We exchanged glances, each of us lost in thought.
Jianjian's face turned particularly pale.
If we could find the old man's soul, the truth might come to light. If he truly died of fright, who else but the Evil Being could have caused such a thing?
Of course, I also believed that the old man wasn't simply scared to death; there had to be some other factors involved.
Last night, the Temple Guardian had been fine during the Revival Ritual.
How did the old man actually die? I couldn't help but gasp at the thought. Regardless of how he died, we needed to prepare a coffin to lay his body to rest.
When a person dies, they are placed in a coffin, sealed, and buried—only then can they find peace. This is essential for their souls to be guided to the afterlife.
The Temple Guardian's hands and feet were cold, his body stiff; he must have been dead for some time now.
But was it really just fright that killed him?"
Suddenly, a figure burst into my mind—Third Uncle. Could it be that Third Uncle killed the Temple Guardian?
At this thought, my breath caught in my throat.
I still remember that nightmare from that night when Third Uncle told me I shouldn’t have taken Soybean's body away.
And Soybean's body was given to me by the Temple Guardian. So now, was Third Uncle seeking revenge on the Temple Guardian, scaring him to death?
I felt a tingling sensation at the back of my head. Damn it, was Third Uncle really that terrifying?
To be honest, I was indeed scared back then.
Chen San noticed my changing expression and asked, "Saning, did you figure something out?"
I shook my head; I didn’t dare to be certain, so I just speculated in my mind.
The main reason was that I couldn’t believe the Temple Guardian could be so fragile as to die from fright.
Wang Wei, however, confidently said, "That old man must have been scared to death. I didn’t expect him to be so cowardly."
I cursed at Wang Wei, saying, "Do you think everyone is like you? Scared to death by a ghost?"
Wang Wei was about to retort when Jianjian suddenly called out to me, her tone laced with a hint of horror…
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