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Living Funeral
A gust of chilly wind swept through, sending a shiver down my spine.
I turned around to see the White-Clad Ghost Messenger standing behind me. I looked at the Ghost Messenger, who held a soul-reaping staff in hand.
"Are you here to kill me?" I asked.
The White-Clad Ghost Messenger emanated a ghostly blue light, appearing incredibly cold. He quickly approached me, reaching out as if to pull my soul from my body. Naturally, I wouldn't just sit there and wait for my demise. I began to resist.
I threw a punch that landed squarely on the Ghost Messenger's shoulder. He staggered back a step and then coldly scoffed, "Are you defying the will of the Underworld?"
The will of the Underworld? Whose will is that? I questioned.
"You don't need to know whose will it is; you aren't qualified," the White-Clad Ghost Messenger replied icily.
He swiftly reached out again to grasp my soul, but this time he failed once more. "Since that's the case, I'll make your soul scatter," he declared, pulling out a whip. "You forced my hand."
With that, he swung the whip at me. The pain struck immediately—not just on my skin but deep within my soul.
The agony made me convulse involuntarily. Damn it, it hurt too much. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and a red mark appeared on my skin. The whip glowed with an eerie blue light, making it appear ghostly in the night.
The whip cracked down repeatedly. I tried to dodge, but it was as if the whip could lock onto me, leaving me with nowhere to escape. Panic began to rise within me. As the whip came down again, I seized it with both hands.
"Foolish and reckless," the White-Clad Ghost Messenger cursed as the whip slipped from my grasp. Instantly, the wound in my palm felt as if it had been smeared with chili oil—pain beyond measure.
The whipping continued relentlessly, and I grew weaker, blood staining my body red.
"Chen Fei," the White-Clad Ghost Messenger said, "do you know why you can see the Ghost Messenger at this moment?"
I said, "Because I saw a ghost!"
The White-Clad Ghost Messenger replied, "Still being stubborn? Let me tell you the truth: someone wants you dead, afraid you might cause trouble."
Who exactly did they mean by "someone"? In this state, not only was my body harmed, but my soul also bore significant wounds. I wondered if it was the dead person inside Gao Ling.
That was a variable.
It should be him. Li Guang had appeared in my dreams before. The White-Clad Ghost Messenger said, "Chen Fei, you can rest easy now."
As soon as he finished speaking, he struck at me again. The whip came down once more, and I felt blood on my skin; this time it was even harder than before. The whip landed on my shoulder, leaving a deep gash that throbbed with pain.
I couldn't tell if the moisture on my palms was sweat or blood.
In the next moment, the White-Clad Ghost Messenger swung his whip again. I closed my eyes, thinking that ending it like this wouldn't be so bad.
But just before the whip fell, someone shouted, "Stop! Don't harm Chen Fei!"
I opened my eyes to see Feng Li, who was not very tall and seemed to struggle even while walking, holding a lantern in her hand. Yet she shouted with unwavering determination, her voice still sounding somewhat youthful. As the wind blew, she brushed her hair back with her hand.
Then she quickly walked up to me and said, "You must not harm him." She glanced at Dan Dan, her voice tinged with tears.
Feng Li turned to me and asked, "Chen Fei, weren't you sleeping next door? How did you end up like this?"
I looked at the girl and replied, "I just went out for a walk."
Feng Li exclaimed, "A walk? But you're covered in blood!"
Feng Li felt increasingly despondent, as if she were on the brink of death. She desperately pleaded with the White-Clad Ghost Messenger, "My parents are dead; he is my only family. You cannot kill him."
The White-Clad Ghost Messenger remained unmoved. There was no hint of emotion in their gaze; a person so cold-blooded would certainly not heed the words of a child.
I stared at the White-Clad Ghost Messenger while Feng Li stood in front of me with her arms outstretched. I couldn't fathom what was going through her mind—perhaps she was too naive to understand the fear of death, which made her so fearless. Just as the whip was about to come down, Feng Li shouted, "No!"
I reacted quickly, shielding Feng Li beneath me. In that moment, I couldn't help but cry out in pain as I felt the searing agony. Feng Li began to weep, and I could feel a ghostly blue light emanating from my back; it was my soul starting to disintegrate.
I was on the verge of losing my soul. Feng Li cried out loudly, but her voice grew weaker and weaker.
My body felt like it was losing its strength and was about to collapse onto Feng Li. Afraid of hurting her, I urged, "Hurry up."
I rolled over onto my side, lying back and gazing at the vast starry sky. I watched the last bright star flickering in the emptiness above me. How could one of those stars be dimming? It dawned on me that the fading star belonged to me.
It was over; it was finished. Let it all come to an end.
Feng Li refused to leave, crying heart-wrenchingly. She was just a girl; I raised my hand and pushed her gently, urging her to go.
But she clung to my hand stubbornly, unwilling to leave. Was this how it would end? Was it truly over?
The White-Clad Ghost Messenger said, "I wouldn't mind sending this girl along as well. Let you all be together."
I shouted, "No!"
But the White-Clad Ghost Messenger paid no heed to my cries. The whip came down swiftly, poised to strike Feng Li. Just then, someone grabbed the whip and declared, "Enough!"
The person who seized the whip was Ling Yu. Ling Yu said, "What kind of cowardice is it to kill innocent people?"
"Are you going to defy the will of the Underworld?" asked the White-Clad Genius.
"I think you are the one defying the will of the Underworld," Ling Yu replied. "Has the Underworld ever allowed him to be terrified? You let him die without undergoing judgment; isn't that a violation of the Underworld's will?"
"You—" the White-Clad Ghost Messenger began.
"Are you going to show favoritism towards him?"
"I don't favor anyone," Ling Yu said. "You should leave now and report back to the Underworld! It was just an unfortunate accident."
"You won't report me?" asked the White-Clad Ghost Messenger.
"No, I won't!" Ling Yu assured.
"Good!"
The bluish light grew more intense, and the speed at which souls dissipated increased. The White-Clad Ghost Messenger soon departed, leaving Ling Yu behind. Ling Yu turned to me and said, "Chen Fei, I suppose no other Ghost Messenger has spoken well of me."
I managed to say thank you and asked him to take good care of Feng Li.
Ling Yu acknowledged with a sound, and in the next moment, I closed my eyes.
Then I felt myself leaving my body. Huh! Am I not dead? I looked up at the stars, which began to shine brighter, but Feng Li was still crying sorrowfully.
I called out to Ling Yu, but he couldn't hear my voice. Clearly, he couldn't see me either.
He looked at me lying on the ground and said, "Chen Fei, don't worry. I will take good care of her. At least I won't let her die that quickly."
I shouted for Feng Li and Ling Yu, but they couldn't hear or see me. Logically, Ling Yu, as the Ghost Messenger, should be able to see me, yet she couldn't. I stood there in a daze for a moment before suddenly realizing something.
The reason Ling Yu couldn't see me was that I was no longer the same person I used to be; I was the dead version of myself from the late Qing Dynasty. The person standing beside me now was the one who had come out of the coffin.
Understanding this made everything clearer for me.
I witnessed my own death, and it felt truly strange.
But I shouldn't be dead! Otherwise, how could I possibly be alive now? Watching my azure soul continuously dissipate, an inexplicable worry surged within me.
Feng Li said, "Chen Fei is dead. He is dead."
Ling Yu replied, "So what if he is dead? Everyone has to die; it's fate. His death might allow you to live better. He has dragon energy that can protect your life."
"I'm fine; why would I need protection?"
Ling Yu reached out and gently touched Feng Li's head. "Girl, you look fine, but your body is already riddled with holes." Ling Yu's voice was very gentle at that moment.
Ling Yu said, "Then let's begin now."
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