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Living Funeral
After seeing the corpse, I thought to myself that the second prediction made by the fortune teller had also come true.
But just then, Bai suddenly burst into tears, crying out loud, "My father is dead! My father is dead!" Upon hearing this, I was stunned. Bai had no mother, only a father. Now that her father was gone, her world had collapsed.
I was at a loss for words and called out to Bai as the floodwaters receded completely.
Bai knelt on the ground, crying inconsolably. Watching her like this made me feel guilty; I should have stopped Father Bai. But now it was too late, and nothing could be done. Gao Ling and Nian Chen also tried to comfort Bai, but their efforts were in vain.
Bai continued to cry and cry. It was impossible to make her stop at this moment.
Since the first two predictions had come true, it was likely that the third one would as well. I turned to Gao Ling and said, "You stay here with Bai. Zhang Xun, Nian Chen, can you help me with something?"
Both Zhang Xun and Nian Chen agreed without question.
I explained that there might be a child born in the village soon, and our task was to find this child and ensure nothing happened to them. I added that it had to be born within this timeframe.
Zhang Xun and Nian Chen didn’t ask any further questions.
In a village like this, there shouldn’t be many newborns, so we quickly dispersed to start searching. As darkness began to fall after the heavy rain, a red sunset hung in the sky. My mind was solely focused on finding the child.
I visited nearly every household but still couldn’t find any newborns; it was completely dark by now.
The village didn’t have many people to begin with, and given the recent events with so many deaths, if a child had been born, it shouldn’t be too hard to find. I ran around the village, panting heavily. Zhang Xun and Nian Chen hadn’t found anything either.
Could it be that I got the first two predictions right but got this one wrong? Because the first two had come true, I instinctively believed that the third would as well. Perhaps it was possible that the third prediction had been overlooked!
As I thought this, I felt a sense of relief wash over me.
However, just a few steps forward, a sudden, clear cry echoed from behind me. My footsteps halted immediately. A wave of joy surged within me as I quickly turned back and followed the sound into the courtyard.
When I first entered, there hadn’t been anyone in the house about to give birth.
I guessed that the family's wariness stemmed from the last incident in the village when five children had tragically passed away all at once, which had frightened them deeply. This time, they were reluctant to let anyone outside know when a woman was giving birth. As I stepped into the courtyard, the family regarded me with wary eyes.
I hadn’t shown my face in this village often, but some people might still recognize us. Even so, this family remained on high alert around me.
I spoke up, “Is someone in your family giving birth?”
An old woman replied, “No, you heard wrong. No one is giving birth here.”
But just as she finished speaking, a cry rang out from inside the house—clearly that of a child. I took a step forward but was blocked by the old woman and an elderly man who said, “What do you want?”
I replied, “I mean no harm.”
The old woman insisted, “Even if someone is giving birth here, it’s none of your business. Hurry up and leave; otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude.” The old man had already picked up a wooden stick to chase me away. Just then, a young man rushed out of the house and exclaimed, “Dad, the baby isn’t doing well!”
Upon hearing this, the old man's expression changed instantly. He turned to me and said, “Did you cast some kind of spell? Before you came here, my grandson was fine; now that you’re here, he’s in trouble. If anything happens to him because of you…”
At this moment, the entire family glared at me. The young man urged anxiously, “Dad, please go check!” The old man was frantic; if anything happened to his grandson, he wouldn’t let me off easily.
I called out to him, “If you don’t let me in, your grandson will surely die.”
The man, upon hearing my words, asked me, "Do you have a way to save my child?" To be honest, I wasn't entirely sure, but I was struck by how incredible this fortune teller was; he seemed to know everything. I figured that saving the child shouldn't be a problem either.
The man's face was filled with hope as I replied, "It should be possible, but if you don't let me in, your child is doomed."
He hesitated for a moment, and I reminded him, "Time is running out."
After hearing this, he finally made up his mind. "Alright then, come with me." Once inside, I saw a chubby little baby crying. However, the strength of the cries had diminished significantly; the child looked very unwell.
An old man was still trying to feed the baby some medicine, but as he did so, the child kept vomiting. The baby's mother was in tears, panicking.
I turned to the man and said, "Get me a bowl and a knife." He asked, "What for?" I urged him again, "Hurry!" The child's face had already turned a shade of blue. I grabbed the old man's bowl and said, "Stop feeding him! If you keep this up, he'll die."
The old man stared at me and said, "Aren't you supposed to stay out? Get out of here!" He tried to snatch the bowl back from me. In the struggle, he lost his grip on it, and it fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. The old man cursed at me angrily. "You bastard! Are you trying to ruin my family?"
As he lunged at me to hit me, I shouted back, "Get lost!"
My shout surprisingly stunned the old man. Quickly, I used a shard of porcelain to cut my own finger. At that moment, the child was leaning against his mother's chest. My finger began to bleed.
The mother looked at me warily. I met her gaze and said earnestly, "Trust me; I can save him." My tone was sincere. The young woman replied hesitantly, "Alright then."
At that moment, the child had stopped crying altogether. I placed my bleeding finger into the child's mouth. The once listless baby immediately began to suck on my finger as if it were a bottle.
The man rushed over and shouted, "I've got the knife and bowl!"
The child's complexion visibly improved; it started turning a healthy shade of pink. Meanwhile, my own face grew pale. Seeing this transformation, the old man and woman began to believe in me. They apologized profusely for their earlier misjudgment and even offered to kneel before me.
I didn't need their apologies; the child's eyes were starting to shine brightly as if they held a crescent moon within them.
I felt the blood within me draining too quickly. I had promised the fortune teller a bowl of blood, and it seemed I had already exceeded that limit. I pulled my finger out, and as soon as I did, the child began to cry. But this cry was thunderous, full of vigor. The child was alive.
The old woman hurriedly said to me, "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master."
I replied, "I am not a master; the matter is not yet resolved. Do you have any yellow paper at home? If so, please bring me a piece."
As soon as I finished speaking, the family no longer dared to delay. After a few cries, the child fell silent, staring at me with wide eyes. I looked back at the child, wondering why the fortune teller wanted me to save him and what would happen if he died—Dragon King would surely perish.
Could it be that this child was the reincarnation of the Dragon King?
The child continued to gaze at me and suddenly thanked me in a tender voice. I was taken aback, waves of emotion surging within me. At that moment, the yellow paper was found. Without hesitation, I drew a Blood Talisman and handed it to the child.
The child held the Blood Talisman tightly in his hand, his eyes shining brightly as he looked at me.
I asked him, "How will you thank me?"
He repeated with a soft voice, "Thank you." Perhaps before, the family hadn't heard him clearly; now that they did, they were all astonished and then filled with joy. Wasn't this a good sign?
However, I couldn't shake off the feeling that this little one was indeed the Dragon King.
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