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Living Funeral
“Will it leave a scar on the child's forehead?”
“Don’t worry, I have a special ointment. Once I apply it after the cut, there won’t be any scars,” Xiong Ao said, and it seemed the old man actually believed him.
However, Yang Jinjiao’s mother was not convinced. “With such a young child, what if something goes wrong with just one cut?”
Yang Jinjiao’s mother refused to budge. The village chief called for someone to pull her away, but fortunately, Yang Jinjiao’s mother stood her ground. No matter how much others tried to drag her away, she rolled on the ground, refusing to let go. The village chief was at his wit's end and turned to Xiong Ao. “Master, how about we change the location?”
Xiong Ao had no choice but to agree. “Alright then.”
At that moment, I saw him turn Yang Jinjiao’s body over, but she lay there as if lifeless, not even making a sound, obedient as could be.
Watching from the side made me anxious. Damn it, I needed to think of a way! Since being forceful wasn’t working, I decided to try a softer approach. I said to Afu, “How about I give you a thousand bucks if you step aside?”
Afu froze for a moment, hesitation flashing in his eyes. “There are four or five of us; you’re only offering a thousand?”
Heng Shao chimed in at that moment, “Don’t fall for it! What good is money? If the spirit isn’t exorcised, you might not even have your lives to spend it.”
I countered, “What about two thousand? That’s all I have. Besides, if I give you two thousand bucks, I’m not asking you to do anything except step aside. Afu, if you don’t want it, I’ll just give it to the others. But how much you get and how it’s divided won’t be up to you.”
The others were now looking at me intently; who wouldn’t want money? Seeing their gazes made Afu relent. “Fine, deal.”
Heng Shao could only watch anxiously.
Damn it! I really didn’t have that much cash on me. After checking all my pockets, I found only six or seven hundred. Just then, Yang Jinjiao finally burst into tears, coinciding with a clap of thunder.
I said, “Is six or seven hundred okay? I’ll pay you back later.”
Afu replied, “That’s fine, but if we’re getting paid back later, it’ll be three thousand.”
I heard Yang Jinjiao crying, and my heart raced. Although this bastard was taking advantage of the situation, I had no choice but to endure it. "Fine, I agree," I said. After that, I handed the money to Afu. Once Afu received the money, he cleared a path, and at that moment, Heng Shao shouted, "Master, they're coming!"
Heng Shao tried to stop me but was blocked by Nian Chen. The village chief finally reacted and yelled, "Afu, what are you all doing? Hurry up and stop that Brat!"
After receiving the money, Afu and his group pretended to be clueless and made a show of trying to block me. However, I easily pushed them aside. I could see that Yang Jinjiao had been cut on the back; blood was flowing from a long gash that was wide enough for a hand to fit in.
I impulsively stepped forward, but the village chief blocked my way and said, "Kid, are you looking for death?"
I had wanted to hit this bastard for a long time. Without saying a word, I threw a punch at the village chief's face. He fell to the ground, and as he tried to get up to stop me again, I sat on him and landed four or five more punches. I warned him, "If you try to stop me again, do you believe I'll kill you?"
The village chief was panicking now, lying on the ground like a fool and too scared to move. Only then did I stand up and head towards Xiong Ao.
As the clouds thickened, it felt like darkness was closing in. It was almost as dark as evening. Approaching Xiong Ao, I asked, "Do you want to kill the Dragon King?"
Upon hearing my words, Xiong Ao's expression changed. "How do you know?"
Yang Jinjiao cried out, "I'm scared, I'm scared," reaching out a hand towards me as if begging for help. Blood continued to flow from his wound. I wanted to pick up Yang Jinjiao, but just as I got close, the old man shoved me back with surprising strength.
At that moment, I shouted at Yang Jinjiao's mother, "Your child's back is bleeding! If you don't take him away now, his life is in danger!"
That old man was also a coward. Damn it! He had been so fierce towards me earlier but now acted like a coward.
Hearing my words, Yang Jinjiao's mother rushed forward out of maternal instinct to pick up her child. But just then, Xiong Ao roared, "Don't listen to him! If you take your son away now, he will die! If the evil spirit isn't exorcised, do you want him to live like this forever?"
At that moment, Yang Jinjiao's mother didn't know whom to believe. Frustrated, I turned to Yang Jinjiao and said, "Are you damn stupid? What's the point of being here? Now look where it's gotten you—waiting for death."
After hearing my words, Yang Jinjiao stopped crying and slowly said, "I don't want to die."
I: ...
"Xiong Ao said, 'This is not up to you.'
Of course, I wouldn't let Xiong Ao have it so easy. He quickly placed a few ancient coins on Yang Jinjiao's back, and she began to cry again. Xiong Ao took some of Yang Jinjiao's blood and smeared it on a piece of white paper, then he started writing on it with a brush.
Taking advantage of this moment, I rushed over and scooped Yang Jinjiao into my arms. As I lifted her, I began to run. I said to her, 'Dragon King, remember that I saved you today; you owe me one.'
I didn't care what was happening behind me; I just ran with the Dragon King in my arms.
But after only a few steps, Yang Jinjiao suddenly spat out blood, splattering my face. I wiped the blood off my face.
After running for several hundred meters, I suddenly realized there was no one behind me; it had become eerily quiet. A sense of unease washed over me as I wrapped my clothes around the wound on Yang Jinjiao's back. But she continued to bleed.
Damn it, my heart sank; was the Dragon King going to die?
At that moment, it started to rain. The midday sun was replaced by darkness. I asked the Dragon King, 'Are you going to die?'
I was panicking and asking a child if they could answer me. Just then, someone called out to me. I turned around and saw Nian Chen running toward me. I asked, 'Is anyone chasing us?'
Nian Chen shook his head and said, 'Quickly stop the bleeding!'
I complied and gently laid Yang Jinjiao down. Nian Chen first applied medicine to her wounds and then wrapped them with white gauze.
I asked Nian Chen, 'How is her condition?'
Nian Chen replied, 'The wound on her back isn't serious; it only grazed the surface.'
Hearing this eased my tense heart a little, but just moments ago, Yang Jinjiao had spat out blood. Her complexion looked extremely pale, and she remained silent, appearing weak and on the verge of collapse.
Could the Dragon King really die like this? She had only just been born."
A muffled thunder erupted above, and the rain began to pour down harder. At that moment, a cloud shaped like a dragon formed over my head. I watched as the cloud churned ominously, and just then, a roar echoed, as if it were trying to break through the sky.
My eardrums vibrated from the sound, and at that moment, Yang Jinjiao spat out blood again.
Seeing the Dragon King in such a state made me anxious. I recalled what the fortune teller had said about my blood being useful, so I hesitated for a moment before starting to feed blood to the Dragon King. However, this time, Yang Jinjiao did not suck; he merely held onto my finger for a short while before spitting it out.
Then he began to vomit. Damn it, I was now covered in blood.
I thought to myself that Yang Jinjiao was beyond saving; he was doomed. I silently apologized to the fortune teller, realizing that I could not save the Dragon King.
Afterward, I turned to Yang Jinjiao and said, “I can’t save you anymore. Do you have any other way to save yourself?”
Nian Chen, hearing my words, found it strange and asked me, “Who is this child?”
At that moment, I decided not to hide anything from Nian Chen and replied, “He is the Dragon King.” Just then, another massive roar resounded through the air, and I glanced up at the sky.
Nian Chen was shocked by my revelation and exclaimed, “He really is the Dragon King!”
I nodded. At this point, the Dragon King was already on the verge of death in my arms. Suddenly, he grasped my hand tightly and said, “Quickly find someone to save me; he’s at the back mountain.”
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