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Chapter 48: The Flower of the Underworld
"Don't overthink it. Is it really worth running around for a few measly coins when you have this treasure right here?"
"Well, I can't just brag about it. This coffin is my grandfather's prized possession. Even if I end up as a beggar with Fatty, I wouldn't dare lay a finger on this coffin."
"Oh?" Qin Jian seemed skeptical of my words. He paused, reached out to scrape some dirt off the coffin, and then exclaimed in surprise, "Look, there's a woman here."
I had already noticed the woman carved on the coffin. She was depicted in ancient attire, and her sleeping posture was evident. It was just a carving, but seeing how delighted Qin Jian looked, I instinctively glanced over.
"I know about that."
"Then what era is this coffin from, your grandfather's?"
"No, Qin Jian, don't get too interested in this coffin. Let's talk about the strange occurrences lately, like the Bat." As we got to the main topic, Qin Jian immediately became serious, standing quietly and waiting for me to continue. "Zhu Gang's father died from Bat saliva—it's that unknown creature's saliva that has a narcotic effect. Just last night, I witnessed thousands of ants devouring the corpse of the deceased. And the recent Order is also related to the Bat. If Zhu Gui's death was caused by his son's resentment and curse, then what about Sister-in-law's Order?"
"If it’s the Bat, where do you think it would hide? Not in large numbers here; it's impossible even in this room. There haven't been reports of large groups of Bats in the nearby mountains either. Also, regarding Sister-in-law's Order, I find it suspicious. Don't forget there’s still one person from their family who hasn’t shown up."
"Who?"
"Their Adopted Daughter."
"Oh." I replied, recalling my own identity and couldn't help but smile wryly. "In our Funeral Home business, we require clients to provide detailed descriptions of the circumstances surrounding the deceased's passing. It's quite unusual in the funeral industry. You and I are asking the client to bring everyone from their family just for one Order; doesn’t that seem odd?"
Hearing this, Qin Jian smiled—a silent laugh.
"True enough. I'll take care of this matter; you continue with your work. It seems like these past few days haven’t been suitable for burying the Deceased; otherwise, you wouldn’t be so idle."
"I'll be busy starting tomorrow; the first case is the Zhu Family." As I saw Qin Jian preparing to leave, knowing he was heading to Sister-in-law's Order family, I still asked him before he stepped out: "Are you going to check on their Adopted Daughter?"
"Of course! We’re partners. You're the Mortician acting as cover while I'm with the People's Police. We can't overlook any detail. And don’t let your desire for money blind your conscience—allowing wronged souls to linger between realms due to injustice."
The way Qin Jian spoke and expressed himself increasingly reminded me of someone else. I stared blankly as if seeing my master before me, speaking eloquently. I really wanted to visit his mother someday. With that thought in mind, I feigned seriousness and focus as I said, "That would be wonderful."
"Not at all, we need to take real action."
"Sure thing."
I walked Qin Jian to the door. He glanced several times at Chi Xinrong, who was engrossed in his phone.
Chi Xinrong was oblivious, continuing to play happily.
After sending Qin Jian off, Fatty called out to me, "Hey, Brother Qi, the stuff from the Zhu Family is ready."
I watched Mi seriously learning how to make Paper Figurines, weaving flower garlands, while Chi Xinrong was still playing on his phone, seemingly absorbed in Candy Crush, having a great time.
"Mi, don’t tire yourself out too much, take a break," I said.
Mi smiled modestly, "You too."
Chi Xinrong pouted in displeasure and loudly exclaimed, "Hey, Buddy, I'm tired too. Why don’t you tell me to take a break?"
"You’re tired from playing on your phone? Fine, just let Fatty give you a hug."
Fatty chuckled and quickly tossed aside what he was holding, reaching out for Chi Xinrong. But Chi Xinrong swatted his hand away, saying, "Get off me, Fatty."
Mi didn’t laugh out loud either; she just smiled shyly, revealing two shallow dimples. She looked really pretty; I sighed inwardly and walked toward the dark room.
I couldn't wait for Qin Jian to leave so I could search for flaws in the coffin without worry.
When I couldn't find anything, I simply followed Chi Xinrong's example and lay down in the coffin, closing my eyes to feel death.
The cold breath inside the coffin enveloped me swiftly; everything around was eerily quiet, as if I had left the hustle and bustle behind and entered a serene space filled with Deathly Aura. Lying in the coffin and thinking was a habit I had developed over many years, but this time I wasn’t lying in just any coffin; it was my grandfather's precious one.
So this time felt different.
As I entered this coffin, my whole being seemed to quiet down; it truly felt like dying. My mind went blank, unable to recall anything. The chilling atmosphere surrounding the coffin grew thicker, and it felt as if a pair of bony ghostly claws were slowly reaching out toward me.
It was real. At that moment, my hair stood on end. Instinctively, I opened my eyes expecting to see the coffin lid. Although it was still dark, I could immediately stand up and return to reality. But what I saw when I opened my eyes wasn’t the coffin lid; instead, it was a dense mass of Bats.
Not only that, but I felt that this place was not like being inside a coffin; it resembled a cave. The walls were covered in bats, and I thought that if I moved even slightly, I would startle them and become their next meal.
I had never been afraid of anything before, but now fear gripped me. I dared not breathe deeply, suppressing my breath as my fingers slowly moved, searching for something to defend myself with. To my horror, as I fumbled with my fingers, I accidentally triggered something. There was a sharp crack, and the board beneath me sprang up, flipping me over.
At that moment, my body lost balance, plummeting like a meteor. Ah—this was the last scream I let out, yet it did not disturb the bats above. If I couldn’t startle the bats, then I wouldn’t be able to disturb those who were busy ahead.
I had no idea where I would land; all I could do was flail my hands helplessly and kick my feet, trying to grasp onto something.
With a loud thud, it seemed I had hit the ground. Reaching out, my fingers touched something damp—mud? Confused, I wondered why I wasn’t hurt; my body felt no pain at all. Slowly standing up, I realized I was in a deep valley.
Unbelievable! Even I found it hard to believe that I had gone from lying in a coffin to being in such a deep valley.
The deep valley was damp, and I saw clusters of white translucent flowers. These flowers were crystal clear, resembling ice sculptures; just one glance made me want to touch them. It seemed familiar; this type of flower had a frightening name—the Netherworld Flower.
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