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Thinking of the Third Funeral, I suddenly remembered Lin Li. I really didn't know how Lin Li had died, but even if he was dead, he still had a soul.
But if he had a soul, why was I being given a Ritual Burial?
I suddenly recalled the experiment conducted by Third Uncle. Was a soul considered alive, or was it only when it attached to something that it counted as living?
For someone like Lin Li, what difference was there between a soul and a body?
Alive. I suddenly pondered what it truly meant to be alive.
And in what state was that Evil Being living? It craved my eyes, even my soul.
In the darkness of night, I stood alone in a pitch-black place, and no one knew what I was doing.
Yet when I stepped out of the darkness, I appeared just like any normal person.
I took a deep breath and walked down the street.
Wang Wei was restless because the orientation of his house had changed, as if shrouded by haze.
For some reason, my heart grew increasingly tense.
I gazed at the distant starry sky and suddenly felt a sense of calm before the storm.
Upon returning home, everyone was asleep. As I entered the house, I saw Ke'er. She called out to me. But after Ke'er disappeared, I suddenly realized that the featureless soul on her body was gone.
I walked over and was about to speak when Ke'er spoke first. The time was two o'clock in the early morning.
Ke'er said, "Husband, you're back."
I responded with her name and turned on the light. When Ke'er saw my eyes, they had returned to their original appearance. Although Ke'er didn't mind what my eyes looked like,
I cared deeply about it.
“Is the Third Funeral about to begin, Husband?”
I glanced at Ke'er in surprise.
“Is it, Husband?”
I nodded, thinking that Ke'er would try to stop me, but to my surprise, she said she wanted to go with me.
I was momentarily stunned.
“Husband, it’s time to put an end to this,” Ke'er said.
She was right. Otherwise, being constantly threatened by this Evil Being made life unbearable. My mindset had shifted from fear to anticipation.
I was waiting for the arrival of the Third Funeral.
Ke'er and I stayed in the living room all night until dawn.
When morning came, Ke'er disappeared again. I wanted to ask her where she had gone during the day.
I suspected she had gone into the Wooden Box.
During the day, Jianjian and Wang Wei looked quite grim, while Clay Bodhisattva seemed fine. Clay Bodhisattva smiled and called out to me, “Saning Brother,” and I responded.
Jianjian looked worried.
Wang Wei also appeared listless. He said, “Saning, I’ve been feeling like there’s a shadow following me lately.”
I told Wang Wei not to be paranoid.
Jianjian called out to me with a sense of grievance, “Saning Brother.”
I responded with a sound. Finally, I said, "I'll take you to meet Fat Zhang."
Jianjian then said, "But we don't know where that fat guy is right now."
I replied that I knew.
That damn Evil Being seemed to have a sixth sense, as if he could always guess my thoughts, because he had already sent me the address.
Knowing full well that I was attending my own funeral, I still felt like a moth drawn to a flame; I had to go.
Wang Wei said, "Are we really going to that damn funeral again?"
"Are you going?" I asked.
"I'm not going," Wang Wei immediately replied.
Just as I was about to scold Wang Wei for being spineless, he quickly added, "Is it okay if I don't go?"
Clay Bodhisattva, however, didn't forget to remind me, "Saning Brother, aren't you going to look for River of Despair?"
I glanced at Clay Bodhisattva and suddenly felt the urge to hit her; noticing my expression, she stepped aside.
Of course, I needed to find River of Despair, but after what she told me last night, where was I supposed to look?
Right now, I had to face this Third Funeral.
Third Funeral—damn it! Either it would bury me or I would bury it.
I called Chen San to join me; this guy knew Evil Being quite well and would definitely be useful.
After the last time he got hurt, when I asked him this time, he quickly agreed. However, Xiaoru set a condition: if we managed to kill Evil Being this time, then I had to save Chen San.
From the bottom of my heart, I was willing to save Chen San, because he had once saved both my and Wang Wei's lives. I agreed to it.
Xiaoru also told me that if I dared to go back on my word, she would seal me away.
Damn it, I didn't trust anyone else, but I certainly believed that crazy woman. This was a deal between me, Chen San, and Xiaoru. Although saving Chen San might be a very dangerous thing to do.
This involved the Dead Monk from the East City Ruined Temple. Last time, when Chen San came out of that broken temple, he was covered in blood.
The Dead Monk was definitely a terrifying existence.
But no matter what, I had to save Chen San, and this Evil Being had to be dealt with.
I glanced at the address on my phone and sighed inwardly.
After showing the address to Wang Wei, he said, "Why is it this cursed place again?"
The address led us back to that abandoned factory—the same one where the first funeral took place. I thought to myself that this damned Evil Being must want to rise from where it fell.
As we entered the construction site, a chilling atmosphere immediately enveloped us. This place had seen many deaths last time, and basically no one dared to come here anymore.
Not even a Lonely Soul ghost could be found; it felt like a land of death. I thought this funeral would again take place in the underground garage, but I was wrong.
There was absolutely nothing in the underground garage; there were no traces left from the last funeral.
However, after going upstairs, my expression changed because there was a Soul Banner present. The entire empty second floor had only one Soul Banner; aside from that, there was nothing else—just Hong Jian Di.
I was curious. The last two funerals were so extravagant; why was this one so simple? Damn it, could it be that he ran out of money? Holding a funeral must cost quite a bit.
I wondered what the Evil Being's source of income was; otherwise, how could it create such a big commotion so easily?
It seemed like they were truly broke this time. Jianjian entered this place and began searching for the figure of a fat man, but there was nothing here at all.
The building, though unfinished, still towered high, and exploring it thoroughly would require considerable effort.
Jianjian began calling out Zhang Pangzi's name.
However, the sound echoed here and quickly fell silent. The place was vast and cold, with a solitary white Soul Banner fluttering in the wind.
This was the second floor.
But there was also a third floor.
All the way up to the fourth and fifth floors.
Wang Wei was exhausted, his voice strained as he spoke on the phone about reaching the height of the Fourteenth Floor. Once he finally arrived at the Fourteenth Floor, his previously urgent tone suddenly vanished.
I shouted into the phone, "Wang Wei, what's wrong?"
After what felt like an eternity of silence, Wang Wei finally said, "Saning, I see a funeral."
What the hell? Upon hearing Wang Wei's words, I hurriedly rushed to the rooftop. I ran all the way to the top and found what was supposedly the location of the funeral.
Wang Wei stood frozen in place.
Even Ke'er’s complexion changed.
Because there were actually twelve blood coffins placed above.
The Twelve Blood Coffins were arranged neatly, and a strong smell of blood filled the air. It looked as if it had just been stained.
Below on the thirteenth floor were Soul Banners, but it was on the rooftop of the Fourteenth Floor that the funeral scene was set. That damned Evil Being must have somehow gotten hold of my black-and-white photo.
The black-and-white photo was affixed to one of the Soul Banners.
The Soul Banner fluttered, and my photo swayed along with it. Looking at my Black Rock photo in this atmosphere, I truly felt a chill run down my spine.
I took a deep breath, but at this moment, the Evil Being had yet to appear, and the fat man was still missing as well.
The rooftop was quite spacious, roughly the size of five or six basketball courts, perhaps even larger, with the Twelve Blood Coffins arranged there.
Wang Wei couldn't help but say, "Saning, with so many coffins, it doesn't seem like they're burying just one person."
What Wang Wei said made sense.
With so many coffins, it should not be for just one person. I counted the people around me, and there weren't that many either.
What was the Evil Being preparing all these coffins for?
Moreover, the Evil Being had not shown up yet, which made me extremely uneasy.
Ke'er said to me, "Husband, these twelve coffins are suspicious."
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