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Living Funeral
The porcelain bowl slipped from my hands and shattered on the floor. Damn, my heart ached at that moment, as if something were gnawing at it.
The brat sneered, "Chen Fei, I've been through this with you. That Spirit Tablet has always been yours. You foolishly used Glutinous Rice Water to nourish the Spirit Tablet. You've been tricked. You still have time to listen to me and save your life."
I pressed a hand against my chest; my heart truly hurt. Damn it, could it really be like what the brat said? Was the Spirit Tablet mine, and was the Taoist trying to harm me?
At that moment, the woman in red called out to me, "Chen Lang," and said, "Chen Lang, don't believe his nonsense; he's trying to sow discord."
The Taoist remained silent. The pain was becoming unbearable, and my body began to spasm uncontrollably.
Damn it, what kind of dark magic was this?
Of course, I couldn't trust the brat's words, but why did I use Glutinous Rice Water on the Spirit Tablet while he seemed fine? This didn't make sense!
I hesitated to respond to the woman in red. She tried to help me up, but I insisted, "I'm fine; I can manage."
The brat continued, "Chen Fei, listen to me. Remove the Cinnabar from under the incense burner, take the Spirit Tablet out of it, and wipe off the Glutinous Rice Water. That way, you can still survive."
As I listened to the brat's words, I could barely stand; the pain was overwhelming, threatening to drive me insane.
The Taoist urged me, "Chen Fei, do as I say, and you'll be fine."
I couldn't muster a reply. The woman in red asked worriedly, "Chen Lang, how are you feeling now?"
Sweat poured down my forehead; it hurt so much. I gritted my teeth and told her, "Just a little pain."
Upon hearing this, her expression softened slightly. She said to me, "Chen Lang, just hold on a bit longer. Once we deal with the ghosts, you'll be okay."
The brat laughed coldly at her words. "What a joke! Chen Fei, you've let yourself be deceived by those two ghosts around you. You think you're clever? Believe me: if you don't follow my instructions, your organs will rot away. You won't survive for even an hour."
It had been a while since the Taoist and the woman in red had been by my side, helping me out quite a bit. But even if there was some kind of conspiracy, did it really have to come to taking my life now?
At least I felt that the woman in red wouldn't do that. The Taoist might still have some reservations.
I took a deep breath, trying to suppress the pain, but it didn't help much. I said to Brat, "Stop with the scare tactics. I remember what happened on Coffin Street."
Brat replied, "Chen Fei, if you don't believe me, that's fine. But when you die and we meet in Yama's Hall, don't blame me for not telling you how to survive."
I spat in disdain and motioned for the woman in red to step aside. Holding the Peach Wood Sword, I approached Brat. Did he think I couldn't see who was plotting against me and who was helping me?
The Taoist said to me, "Chen Fei, stab him with the Peach Wood Sword right through his head."
As soon as those words left his mouth, Brat completely lost his composure. His tone turned frantic as he exclaimed, "Chen Fei, I absolutely had no intention of harming you! What happened on Coffin Street was a misunderstanding. That Spirit Tablet wasn't meant for you; it was meant for the person next to you—the one who just came in."
At this point, Brat was already panicking. I stained the Peach Wood Sword with blood; fortunately, this was at Gao Ling's house. If it were someone else's place, I wouldn't have been able to gather so many things.
After staining the sword with blood, Brat became utterly flustered, repeatedly insisting that he really didn't want to harm me.
Although pain consumed my body at that moment, I managed to stand up straight. I took one step after another toward him as he continued to plead that he originally intended to give the Spirit Tablet to the person beside me.
I interrupted him sharply, "He's my brother; you can't give it to him either."
Finally, Brat fell silent and warned me, "You will regret this, Chen Fei."
I asked myself if I would regret it. At that moment, both he and the Taoist were locked in a standoff without moving. I gripped the hilt of my sword and prepared to strike when Gao Ling rushed in and announced that he had collected virgin urine.
What the hell? I turned to the Taoist and asked if we still needed it. The Taoist glanced at Gao Ling and said, "Chen Fei, just have him place the virgin urine by the window."
I quickly relayed the Taoist's instructions to Gao Ling. He responded, "What’s that for? It’s such a waste! If it were up to me, I'd just pour it right over his head; this ghost is too arrogant for sticking around you for so long."
I glanced at the Taoist, who surprisingly seemed quite composed. This time, it was Brat who was left dumbfounded.
Gao Ling walked over to Brat with a grin and said, "You’re quite lucky! This is my first time using virgin urine to exorcise a ghost."
Brat was furious and cursed, "You bastards! I’ve run into a bunch of lunatics. I’ll admit defeat this time, but please, can you let me go? I still—"
Without hesitation, Gao Ling called him out, "How can you say that? You must be at least a hundred years old." With that, Gao Ling poured a jug of virgin urine directly over Brat's head.
At that moment, the Taoist took the opportunity to break free from Brat's grasp. As the virgin urine drenched Brat, he didn’t even have time to scream before his soul began to dissolve. His face quickly lost its shape and looked utterly tragic.
The Taoist shouted at me, "Chen Fei, what are you waiting for?"
After he spoke, I plunged the Peach Wood Sword into Brat's head and said, "This is your fate."
The Peach Wood Sword pierced through Brat's soul, causing him to thrash around wildly as if he had gone mad.
The Taoist pulled me back and said, "Quickly break the yin and yang with blood."
I didn’t understand what he meant and asked for clarification. The Taoist explained, "You have a connection with this ghost right now; otherwise, you wouldn’t have felt pain earlier. What you need to do is prick your own blood on your forehead and then another drop of blood on the Spirit Tablet once he enters it."
I was puzzled but realized the ghost wasn’t trying to enter the Spirit Tablet yet! The Taoist continued, "Just take the Cinnabar from under the incense burner."
The pain in my body hadn’t subsided; perhaps it was as the Taoist said. I didn’t hesitate and quickly retrieved the Cinnabar.
Brat let out a desperate scream and then pulled the Peach Wood Sword out himself. I had to admit, this Brat was truly formidable; no wonder he was a century-old Evil Spirit.
He roared at us, "I’ll remember all of you! When I see the sun again, I will not let you go!"
Gao Ling angrily retorted, "What? Do you think you can leave here alive?"
Gao Ling was about to rush forward, but I stopped her. I shook my head at Gao Ling, and she said, considering the situation, she'd let it go this time.
The Brat glanced at the Spirit Tablet, let out a shriek, and darted toward it. In the end, a voice echoed back, "Chen Fei, remember this. Next time, I'll make you the Substitute Ghost."
The Taoist said, "This is the moment."
I nodded and took a step forward, directly smearing blood onto the designated spot on the Spirit Tablet. The Taoist instructed me to wipe away the blood from my forehead.
I spat into my hand and wiped away the bloodstain. Then I asked, "Is this enough?"
At that moment, Gao Ling turned to me and asked, "Fei, are we just going to let him go like this?"
The Taoist shook his head and said we were now waiting for the Quicklime.
I didn’t quite understand what the Taoist meant; hadn’t we decided against using Quicklime?
The Taoist didn’t answer my question directly but told me to carry the incense burner outside. Following his instructions, I took the incense burner and left my room.
Just then, there was a hurried knock at the door. I asked Gao Ling to open it. When the door swung open, Zhao Fan rushed in, drenched in sweat and carrying a bag of Quicklime. He exclaimed that he had brought the stuff.
I pulled out my phone to check the time; it was already two in the morning. I asked the Taoist, "The Quicklime is here; what do we do now?"
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