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"So you sent a wig to Leng Jing, didn't you?" Wei Ning said in a low voice.
Zhao Shun replied, "I meant well. Leng Jing just finished chemotherapy and lost all her hair. I thought of Brother Zhang and wanted to send her a wig. How was I to know it would turn out like this?"
Wei Ning's voice grew more serious. "Don't you know that the head is the essence of a person, and hair is even more so? Using hair from women who have not undergone the Seven Days of Mourning for Leng Jing, aren't you afraid of bringing their souls along with it? If she were an ordinary person with sufficient vitality, evil spirits wouldn't dare approach her. But Leng Jing is already on the brink of death; how could she not be possessed by an Evil Spirit?"
Zhao Shun had never considered such things. Using hair from the deceased for wigs was not uncommon in their circle; many people did it. His face turned pale as he asked, "What do we do now?"
Wei Ning sighed. "Leng Jing has been plagued by illness for a long time; she should have died already. She was merely occupied by an evil spirit, which allowed her to move like a normal person, but it was never meant to be exposed."
"No wonder she sealed off this entire house."
Wei Ning continued, "From what I can tell, her condition has likely deteriorated significantly; she may have been dead for two or three months already. During these months, has Zhang Mao ever come to see her?"
Cold Mother recalled, "Mao last came about half a month ago."
"Did he stay overnight?"
"Yes, several times."
"This is bad!" Wei Ning exclaimed. "If Leng Jing is indeed a corpse and he had relations with her, the consequences could be severe!"
"What do you mean?" Zhang Long asked anxiously upon hearing that it involved his son.
Wei Ning explained, "Once a person dies, their body produces a type of corpse bacteria virus. If someone engages with a corpse, they can become infected with this bacteria, leading to swelling all over the body and gradual skin peeling. This is what we call 'ghost skinning'."
"That's no wonder, Brother Zhang," Zhao Shun realized he had let something slip and quickly shut his mouth.
"What do we do now? Is my Mao..." Zhang Long suddenly panicked and shouted.
"Zhao Shun, do you really know anything about Zhang Mao? Speak the truth," Wei Ning demanded loudly.
"I truly don't know," Zhao Shun was already flustered and waved his hands in denial.
"Are you really unaware?" Wei Ning's eyes gleamed with intensity, making Zhao Shun's heart race.
Sweat began to bead on Zhao Shun's forehead as he said, "Brother Zhang originally told me not to say anything. Please don't pressure me."
Wei Ning spoke in a low voice.
"Yes," he murmured, "Brother Zhang is indeed not dead, but he told me not to tell anyone, so..."
"What is his condition now? Is he starting to rot all over?"
"That's right," Zhao Shun was drenched in sweat, but under Wei Ning's immense pressure, he felt compelled to be honest. "I didn't mean to hide it; it's Brother Zhang..."
"Your Zhang Mao is still alive?" Zhang Long couldn't contain his excitement upon hearing that his son was alive and immediately asked for more details.
"He is alive, but..." Zhao Shun hesitated.
"Take us there," Wei Ning said.
Zhao Shun dared not defy Wei Ning and quickly nodded in agreement.
"Wait a moment." Wei Ning pulled out several talismans from his pocket and handed them to Cold Mother. "Burn these and make sure everyone in the house drinks the water afterward. Otherwise, under the influence of Evil Energy, they might develop corpse spots. Also, the calm body must be burned; it cannot be buried. This hair must also be incinerated. Then find a few Taoists to perform a seven-day ritual. You must wait until the Seven Days of Mourning are over before stopping, or else the vengeful spirit will come back to cause trouble. Remember that."
After giving further instructions, Wei Ning led Zhao Shun and Zhang Long out.
Zhao Shun brought Wei Ning and the others to the foot of a mountain. He got out of the car and led Wei Ning into the mountain, finding a long-abandoned cave. He called out inside, "Brother Zhang, it's me, Shun. I'm here to see you."
After a while, a weak voice came from within, "Shun? Didn't you bring me food a few days ago? Why are you here again?"
Zhao Shun found himself at a loss for words.
Wei Ning stepped in first and saw that the cave was dark and damp, infested with rats and ants. It seemed Zhang Long was afraid of alarming nearby villagers with fire, as there was none lit. In the dim light, he saw a disheveled figure lying on a cold blanket, wrapped up tightly and shivering.
"My son!" Zhang Long exclaimed upon seeing Zhang Mao, tears streaming down his face as he rushed forward.
"Wait," Wei Ning quickly stopped Zhang Long and whispered, "Don't touch him; anyone who does will get infected with corpse bacteria."
Wei Ning approached and finally got a clear look at Zhang Mao's face. He saw that Zhang Mao was severely swollen all over; his legs were as thick as an elephant's, covered in blisters, with skin cracked and scabbed over. Zhang Mao seemed to be unbearably itchy, scratching at his skin with such force that large patches tore away, exposing muscle and veins beneath, blood oozing profusely—a sight that was horrifying.
"My son, why are you so foolish?" Zhang Long cried uncontrollably. "Isn't there any illness we can't treat at the hospital? Why put yourself through this?"
Zhang Mao forced a bitter smile and said, "In this state, I’m sure even ghosts would be scared of me. I don’t want to drag you all down with me. The hospital bills are so high now; even if I could be cured, it would bankrupt our family. You and Mother have worked hard your whole lives and just started to enjoy a better life. I don’t want to burden you. After all, I’m all alone here; if I die, no one will know. Father, you should go back. You and Mother need to take care of yourselves. Just pretend I’m not your son."
Zhang Long's tears streamed down his face. If it weren't for Wei Ning and Zhao Shun pulling him back, he would have rushed to his son.
Suddenly, Zhang Long turned around and bowed deeply to Wei Ning three times, saying, "Master, I know you must have a way. Please save my son! I beg you, no matter the cost, just save him!" In his desperation, Zhang Long was incoherent, only able to keep bowing.
Wei Ning nodded and approached Zhang Mao. He lifted the hair at the back of Zhang Mao's neck and revealed a deep black hole there, from which countless grain-sized insects were bustling in and out.
"It's already at the egg-laying stage," Wei Ning said.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Mao felt a flicker of hope as he asked, "Master, is there still a chance for me?"
Wei Ning frowned and replied, "There is a way."
Zhang Long immediately began bowing fervently again, pleading, "Please save my son!"
"Unless you die."
Zhang Long and Zhang Mao both felt their hopes shatter at Wei Ning's words.
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