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“What the hell!”
Thud.
The picture frame fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
Cold sweat broke out all over me, and my mind cleared up significantly. I remembered that I had gotten drunk, and then my dad helped me to bed... This is the Village Head's House!
I quickly rolled out of bed and headed outside.
Outside was the mourning hall.
I rushed out, and as I left the living room, I found the yard empty. There were still remnants of the stage and other items that hadn’t been taken down yet.
I sighed in relief, unsure of what time it was or why everyone had left. My parents really had enough of me; they didn’t treat me like their son at all, just leaving me here at the Village Head's House without a care!
I wanted to hurry home. When I reached the front gate, I pulled on it a few times, but it was locked tight from the outside.
“Damn! What is going on here?”
I was in a panic, feeling like my bladder was about to burst, so I dashed to the bathroom.
After relieving myself, I calmed down a bit. Something felt off today. From the moment my dad called me, it just didn’t sit right.
My grandfather’s grave had been disturbed quite a bit, yet my dad only called me today to tell me this news. He even urged me to come home immediately. But when I got home, instead of taking me to see the grave in the woods right away, he brought me to the Village Head's House for a meal.
During dinner, the village head acted strangely polite towards me, as if I were an honored guest. Our family had no special ties to the Village Head's House; my dad was just an ordinary farmer. Why were we seated in such a prominent place?
I shook off the thought and wiped my hands on my pants.
I didn’t want to stay in the Village Head's House any longer; I needed to leave. However, breaking the photo of Lian just now felt like a serious mistake.
I planned to go back and tidy up the photos before waking the village chief to tell him I needed to go home. But why was the front door locked from the outside? Was there no one at his house, leaving me alone to sleep?
As I pondered this, I walked towards the house.
When I reached the entrance of the living room, I suddenly froze, and my hands went numb.
I saw that the entrance was adorned with bright red wedding characters, draped in red cloth, creating a festive atmosphere!
But this was clearly Lian's mourning hall! Today was also the day of Lian's burial!
I pinched my hand hard; it hurt. This was definitely not a dream.
I gasped for breath and peered into the living room by the moonlight.
The living room was filled with red cloth and decorated with wedding characters, and at the front of the room hung a giant wedding photo—my photo alongside Lian's!
"What the hell!"
I took a step back, my legs trembling uncontrollably. I collapsed onto the ground, bewildered by the bizarre scene before me. My scalp tingled, and cold sweat soaked my shirt.
"Thud... thud thud..."
Footsteps echoed from inside the house.
It seemed there was someone else!
I didn't know where I found the strength, but I felt a glimmer of hope. I suddenly sprang up from the ground; I needed to get to the bottom of this. What on earth was going on? What did that damned village chief want?
"Uncle Hao! What is going on here?" I shouted as I rushed towards the room where the footsteps came from, flinging open the door.
Inside stood a person dressed in a bright red wedding robe.
Hearing the door open, they turned around to face me...
I thought the person in this room would be Hao Dafu.
But I was completely wrong.
The one dressed in a bright red wedding gown turned around, gazing silently at me, and then she let out a giggle.
"Damn it!"
I was truly terrified. Thankfully, I had just finished using the restroom; otherwise, I was sure I would have wet myself. The person in front of me wearing the bridal attire was Lian!
The key was that she looked like Lian, but she was clearly not human. Her face was pale—pale to the point of being ghostly, completely different from the makeup of a Korean idol!
"Hehe..."
Lian walked towards me, her bridal gown swaying as it made a sound like wind chimes.
My legs went weak again, and I fell to the ground. I swallowed hard and said, "Lian, we... we actually have no grievances between us. You... you..."
"Hehe..."
Lian seemed unable to speak; she only laughed—a smile that didn't reach her eyes. Her laughter was unsettling, and then she lunged at me.
Instinctively, I reached out and grabbed Lian by the neck.
Her neck felt cold—icy cold—and stiff; she was definitely not alive!
I was genuinely scared. As a university student, an heir, a staunch atheist, and a proponent of Marxism-Leninism, encountering something like this shattered all my beliefs.
Lian's strength was terrifying.
In an instant, she knocked my hands away and opened her mouth, releasing a foul stench. With sharp fangs bared, she lunged for my shoulder.
This is it.
A sharp pain shot through my shoulder, causing my entire body to convulse.
In that moment, I felt no fear; all I could think about was whether I would die outright or turn into a Zombie. If I became a Zombie, would I still be myself?
I felt my shoulder growing numb, and soon my neck became immobile. Then the pressure spread to my chest, and it seemed my heart was beginning to stop beating.
I knew I was dying.
The tightness in my chest was unbearable, as if I had fallen into water and couldn't breathe. For some reason, my mind was unusually clear; I could precisely feel the pressure in my chest and the sensation of my heart stopping yet yearning to beat.
It was so frustrating—on the brink of death, yet enduring such torment.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, my heart, which had seemingly stopped, began to pound violently again—rapidly.
Thud… thud… thud…
It must have been beating at least a hundred times per minute.
A normal person's heart rate is only around seventy beats.
Thud, thud, thud…
In an instant, blood rushed back into my body. At the same time, it felt like millions of Bees were buzzing in my head. With a loud "bang," an immense pain shot through my skull, and then I blacked out…
…
"Fly… fly…"
I groggily heard someone calling my name.
I opened my eyes; the sunlight was blinding. Squinting, I finally recognized the person beside me—it was my dad.
"Dad?" I sat up.
My dad was smoking a cheap cigarette, frowning as he said, "Fei, what happened? How did you break Lian's portrait? And why are you sleeping on the floor? What's going on?"
I jumped out of bed in a rush. "Dad, where am I? We need to leave! The Village Head's House is haunted! We have to go!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? The Village Head gave us an extra piece of mountain land this year, and there are big trees on it—it's worth a lot. If you keep making a fuss, you can just get out and not come back." My dad shot me an impatient glare before turning to walk outside.
I had long gotten used to my dad's harshness; after all, he wasn't my biological father. They had raised me for so many years, so I couldn't complain too much.
I didn't dwell on it. I looked around; this was where I had slept last night. Stepping out of the room, I found myself in the mourning hall, which was decorated with white cloth and adorned with wreaths. Everything seemed normal.
"Eh?"
I scratched my head vigorously. Could it be a dream?
I hurried to the door and took another look—it really was the mourning hall. There were no red wedding characters or photos of Lian and me; it seemed that I had indeed drunk too much last night, blurring the lines between dream and reality.
I forced a bitter smile and checked the time—it was just past seven in the morning. Most people in the village would be busy by now.
At that moment, Hao Dafu approached me with a squinting smile. "Fei, did you sleep well last night?"
"Yeah, yeah. Sorry for the trouble, Uncle Hao. I drank too much and ended up sleeping at your place." I bowed slightly to Hao Dafu.
Hao Dafu patted my shoulder. "You’re like my own child; Lian was your age, and now that she’s gone, I’ll treat you as my own."
Upon hearing this, my dad turned around. "Village Head, you're too kind. Fei, thank the Village Head."
I swallowed hard and nodded. "Thank you, Uncle Hao. I... I have something to take care of. Dad, Uncle Hao, you two chat; I'll step outside for a bit."
I dashed outside, my heart pounding heavily in my chest.
When I reached a corner of our village, I stopped to catch my breath. I rubbed my shoulder; it felt a bit dizzying. Just now, when the Village Head had patted my shoulder, it burned sharply—right where Lian had bitten me in my dream!
Fear gripped me; even though the sun was shining brightly now, I still felt an unsettling dread creeping in.
I slowly reached my hand into my clothes and touched my shoulder, where several clear bite marks stimulated my nerves.
What the hell! What is going on?
I could no longer care about anything else and ran home like a madman. Once I arrived, I hurried to the coat mirror in our house. I took off my clothes and stood with my back to the mirror. Turning my head to look at the reflection, I saw a neat row of bite marks on my shoulder, very clear and still unhealed. It was evident that they were from last night.
I put my clothes back on and sat down on the bed, pondering what was happening. Why did I have such a vivid dream? Everything felt a bit strange. Could it be... could it be that my dad and the village chief are ghosts? Are they trying to harm me?
I rubbed my head vigorously; I needed to calm down.
At that moment, the front door of our house sounded, followed by a woman's voice calling out, "Sister San! Sister San! Hurry out! Quick, Big Pillar is dead! Big Pillar seems to have gone crazy, shouting by the river with nothing on! We need to get her back..."
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