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Living Funeral
"Hold the baby?" I asked innocently.
The pregnant woman replied, "Yes, help me hold the baby." Suddenly, I felt something strange in her voice, and at the same time, a wave of danger washed over me. I wasn't a fool; if I did what this pregnant woman wanted, I would be courting death.
I took a deep breath and released my grip on her hair, saying, "Wait a moment."
The pregnant woman numbly responded with a "good," but just then, in the blink of an eye, she suddenly let out a cold laugh and turned to grab me.
Damn it! At that moment, I had already planned to kick her and then grab the basin to escape. So when she turned around, my kick was already in motion. Honestly, I had intended to sneak up on her and kick her in the back, but it seemed that surprise was no longer an option. Nevertheless, my kick didn't stop; it went straight for her face.
Since entering this room, I had been holding my breath, afraid to speak loudly or make any sudden movements. Now that I had let go of that restraint, I didn't care anymore.
I cursed loudly as I kicked her, sending her crashing to the ground. Perhaps she hadn't expected me to strike first. After falling, she didn't get up quickly; instead, she let out a series of chilling laughs that sent shivers down my spine. It was truly terrifying.
At that moment, cold sweat trickled down my back, and my palms were clammy.
However, I didn't hesitate for long. Looking at the baby in the basin made me feel nauseous. I forced myself to endure it and picked up the basin before bolting for the door.
I kept cursing under my breath to motivate myself to carry the basin outside.
Just as I was about to reach the hospital room door, it suddenly slammed shut with a loud bang. Damn it! What was going on?
I hurriedly shouted, "Hey! Open the door!"
Outside, there was a frantic knocking sound. The woman shouted back, "The door won't open! Hold on for a moment; I'm trying to think of a way."
"Damn it, can I really keep this up?" At that moment, just holding the basin made me feel nauseous. I wanted to throw it away! But then I remembered what the woman said, and even if I tossed the basin now, I wouldn't be able to get out. So I kept holding onto it.
The pregnant woman was still lying on the ground, not getting up, and her laughter was becoming increasingly unsettling.
Honestly, listening to that laughter, I was sure I'd have nightmares tonight. I wanted to say to her, "Here, take your basin back. Can you please stop laughing?"
But I wasn't foolish enough to voice such thoughts. I had become a sitting duck; as soon as that pregnant woman made a move in this cramped space, there would be nowhere for me to run.
The chilling laughter was unbearable. Just moments ago she had been crying, and now she was laughing so coldly.
It was truly disconcerting.
I asked, "What are you laughing at?"
The pregnant woman began to slowly rise. Watching her movements made my guard go up again, and suddenly I felt a wave of panic wash over me. The smell of blood filled my nostrils.
I instinctively took a step back, but the door still hadn't opened. "Can you even open the door? If you can't, something bad is going to happen here!"
I called out for the Taoist priest. "Damn it," I thought; he came with me this time—he wouldn't betray me again, would he? I urged him to open the door.
But the Taoist priest whispered in my ear, "I can't get out either."
I: ...
Looking at the suddenly appearing Taoist priest, I couldn't believe it—he was trapped here too. But no matter what, having him by my side gave me a bit of reassurance.
I asked the Taoist priest, "What should we do now?"
The priest replied, "I don't know either. Let's wait." At that moment, the pregnant woman was getting up from the floor, her hands propped on the edge of the bed as she sat down, still wearing a cold smile.
Suddenly, the priest said, "Something's not right, something's not right."
I asked, "What's wrong?" The priest squinted at the pregnant woman and after a few seconds, his expression changed abruptly. "I know where that energy is coming from. Someone is worshipping her."
"Worshipping?" I repeated those words. It was surprising that someone would worship her. Usually, people worship deities; who would worship a pregnant woman? Was it to pray for children?
But something felt off. This pregnant woman was so cruel; just looking at the basin in my hands showed how ruthless she was.
How could someone so cruel be worshipped?
Damn it, who was the idiot worshipping her? Just then, the pregnant woman finally spoke up. "Yin-Yang Fate, I have been waiting for many years."
Damn it, after hearing that, I knew things were going to go south. I suddenly realized that this Yin-Yang Fate had brought me no good fortune at all; instead, it had only brought me a series of eerie misfortunes.
I took a deep breath. The priest asked me, "Chen Fei, do you have anything on you that can ward off evil?"
I quickly replied in a panic, "No, I just came up to change my clothes. Who knew I would run into so many eerie things? That woman seems unreliable too; she couldn't even open a door."
I turned my head to glance at the door, and the Taoist said, "Don't look anymore; this door is sealed by Yin Qi. It's not that easy to open."
The Taoist continued, "If there’s nothing, then take it from yourself."
"Take it from myself?" I was momentarily stunned. The Taoist quickly added, "Use your blood."
At that moment, I was holding a basin and said, "Then you should put this aside by the door. When she comes in, she can just take the basin away."
I followed the Taoist's instructions.
The Taoist's expression was not relaxed; it seemed that dealing with this pregnant woman was quite challenging—a revered Ghostly Pregnant Woman.
I forced myself to bite my hand until it bled, nearly crying out from the pain.
The Taoist stared at me and said, "Chen Fei, what will you do if you die here?"
I: ...
If I'm going to die here, what can I do? Unable to hold back, I asked the Taoist, "Is there really no way for you either?"
The Taoist replied that we could only try. After he spoke, he began to chant: "Humans have their paths; ghosts have the Ghost Path. Before me stands the Yellow God; first kill the Evil Spirit to protect my true spirit. What ghost dares to block?" The last four words were shouted out by the Taoist, and suddenly I saw a faint yellow light emanating. However, it was shattered in just a second. The Taoist was knocked back by something and stumbled almost falling over.
As he staggered, I walked over wanting to support him, but he waved his hand at me indicating not to.
Seeing him in such a state made my expression change involuntarily.
I asked, "What just happened?"
The Taoist priest coughed a few times and said, "The Ghostly Pregnant Woman is very powerful. I'm afraid I'm no match for her." This was the first time I had seen the priest admit defeat.
I inquired, "Is there really no way out?"
The priest shook his head, but quickly formed a hand seal and approached the Ghostly Pregnant Woman. However, at that moment, she suddenly stood up and reached out to grab him.
But the priest shouted a word of power, and instantly the Ghostly Pregnant Woman was pushed back a few steps.
He managed to break free and retreated, coughing even more violently.
The Ghostly Pregnant Woman then let out a chilling laugh and said, "You arrogant Taoist, you really overestimate yourself."
The priest snorted coldly and replied, "Do you really think you have the right to judge me?"
In a mocking tone, the Ghostly Pregnant Woman said, "Perhaps you were strong in the past, but now you're not even qualified to talk to me." After saying this, she suddenly turned and rushed towards me with incredible speed, reaching me in an instant.
The priest urged me to get out of the way, but it was already too late. The Ghostly Pregnant Woman said, "The Yin-Yang Fate you've brought is just what I need for a change of taste."
I suddenly felt that there was no escaping this time. If even the priest had no solution, what could I do? Wait! It seemed that Zhang Xun had left me a Pouch. As I faced imminent danger, I opened it—did that count as a chance?
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