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Chapter 89: Blood Dumpling
When I turned back, I was met with an unbelievable sight.
In the spot where I had just been sitting, there were two additional people.
One was a woman clad in black, her face haggard and her figure so thin that it seemed a slight breeze could knock her over. The other was someone I knew all too well—Zhang Xian.
Zhang Xian was eating wontons, skillfully picking one up with her chopsticks. She took a bite, savoring it, but I froze in shock—while she chewed the wonton, blood oozed out from the pressure of her teeth.
My Blood Dumpling!
The black-clad woman coldly watched Zhang Xian, completely ignoring me as if I were made of glass.
Zhang Xian devoured the wontons as if she were feasting on human flesh, blood smeared all over her mouth and face, dripping down to stain her collar.
I shouted, “Stop eating!” In that moment, I realized I was dreaming. I didn’t even know when I had gotten off the vehicle; now I lay on a bed in complete darkness. The air was filled with a faint fragrance—not that of wontons, but a scent unique to women.
I sat up and felt something soft beneath me. Suddenly, the lights turned on, and I gasped in fright, quickly jumping out of bed.
The woman in black didn’t offer any explanation for my shock. She simply stood up to tidy her hair, unfazed, and said casually, “This is the only bed in the house. I don’t have any extra space for you, so you’ll have to squeeze in.”
“What is this place?”
The black-clad woman smirked and replied with two words: “Tomb.”
"Alright, Tomb, do you know what I do?" I said this out loud, but inside I felt a wave of unease. I thought to myself, this woman must have mistaken me for someone else. Why did she bring me to this Tomb-like place?
"I know what you do, which is why I came to find you."
"Really!" I became alert. Who was she? I had no idea, yet she seemed to know a lot about me and had brought me here without my knowledge. Then again, it didn't make sense; I was clearly in a car just moments ago. How did I end up in this place?
Moreover, given her stature, it wouldn't be easy for her to drag someone over six feet tall like me out of the car and into this Tomb-like room.
"You can ask whatever you want! Once you're done, help me with something," the Black-Clad Woman suddenly interjected. I wanted to respond but didn't know what to say.
But I couldn't swallow my pride any longer. Finally, I snapped, "Who are you? Why should I help you? And just so you know, I'm not someone who helps others without reason; I have principles."
"You help others for money. I have money; just help me," she replied coldly, her tone firm and confident.
"Auntie, you've got the wrong person. I'm interested in many things, but money isn't one of them. So please don't get any ideas." I took a few steps back and then turned to the expressionless Black-Clad Woman and added, "Besides, you're old enough to be my aunt. No matter how much money you have, I'm not going to reach for it..." In my eyes, she seemed lonely and cold, and now that she saw a handsome young man like me, perhaps she thought she could take advantage of the situation. Otherwise, why would she bring me here to sleep with her?
I barely took a few steps when a sharp voice called out from behind me: "Stop."
The Black-Clad Woman had lost her patience. I turned around to see her still expressionless as she pointed at a chair: "Please sit."
"Miss, Auntie, what time is it? Are we going to chat now? I need to sleep!" I retorted angrily. She looked as cold as ice, radiating an aura of chilliness while her finger remained rigidly pointing at the chair. Reluctantly, I sat down to see what she wanted. If she really intended to harm me, I wasn't defenseless either; looking at her slender frame made me think that one punch would suffice.
Just as I sat down and waited for the Black-Clad Woman to say something, there came a series of knocks from the door. Then I saw her pull out an exquisite bag and hurriedly take out several crisp bills. Without stepping outside, she leaned halfway out the door and handed the money over.
Watching this scene, I couldn't help but think that the person outside must be the driver who helped get me in here. I stood up, and the Black-Clad Woman had already closed the door, staring at me with an intensity that felt predatory.
I moved my lips, trying to calm the surge of anger rising within me, and asked, "Do we have a grudge?"
"No."
"Then do you have a grudge against me?" As soon as I asked this, I cursed myself for being an idiot. I feigned calmness and cleared my throat. "Since we have no grudge, why are you keeping me here?"
"I'm not keeping you here; I want to tell you a story."
"Oh dear. Ma'am, I'm very busy; I don't have time to listen to your stories. If it were before, when I used to wipe my nose on my sleeve, maybe it would be different. Back then, I loved hearing stories, especially ghost stories."
I mentioned ghosts hoping to scare her.
To my surprise, she wasn't afraid. With a cold laugh, she said, "I am a ghost; are you scared?"
"Wow." Now it was my turn to stare at her. I looked left and right, up and down; the more I looked at her, the less she seemed like a ghost. She had human warmth, and under the light, she cast a shadow. "If you're a ghost, I'll capture you right away."
"You’re too arrogant. If you could capture ghosts, you'd also be able to summon them. So now I want to see someone; can you call her out?" The woman's voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes reddening as if she were about to cry.
Just moments ago, she had been so fierce; now she appeared so fragile that I felt reluctant to raise my voice against her.
"You wanted to see someone who has passed away all along; why beat around the bush and ask me to listen to your story? And..." The rest of my words faltered as I felt embarrassed to say them out loud. It was obvious what would come next—especially when facing such an unconventional woman.
The unusual woman, wait, I think I remember her as the one who buys Wontons, the Black-Clad Woman!
"Can you really let her meet me?" The Black-Clad Woman looked emotional, as if she truly saw the person she longed to meet. The gloom on her face vanished, replaced by anticipation and joy.
"That depends on who you want to see!" I couldn't help but ask, "Have you been to Liu Chao Shou Wonton Shop?"
"Yes." She replied softly, and I noticed something shifting in her eyes; the previous coldness was gone, replaced by tears.
"Is she your close relative? Do you buy Wontons for yourself, or...?"
"My daughter doesn't like Wontons." As she spoke, the woman trembled slightly and stood up, heading straight for another door. It was then that I noticed there was indeed another door in the room. This door seemed to hold some secret; the woman cautiously opened it and turned back to remind me, "Shh, be quiet. Don't scare her."
"Is someone inside?" I asked, looking into the dark room. A faint, unfamiliar fragrance wafted toward my nose, but it seemed empty. Just as I was lost in thought, a sharp sound echoed—snap! The room suddenly lit up, revealing a life-sized statue standing before me. It startled me; I mean, come on, I'm not afraid of anything, yet I was taken aback by this plaster statue. Isn't that a bit embarrassing?
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