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Chapter 66: The Bones Under the Tree
That tree, the one known as The Woman Under the Tree?
There is indeed a tree in the yard, and I have seen her beneath it, but I had no idea that her corpse lay there.
Prompted by Yin Yin, I decided to call the police.
Why report this to the police? It's a long story.
A long time ago, I heard that a family used to live here.
At first, the man worked outside while the woman stayed home to take care of the children and manage household chores.
One rainy day, the woman was busy cooking and completely unaware that her child was playing with water.
In the yard, there was a jar that had filled with rainwater. The child was just about the same height as the jar and stood on tiptoe to reach for a ball inside it.
The ball had been bought by the child's father from outside.
The child loved to play and tossed it into the jar, splashing in the water.
After a while, when the woman finished cooking, she remembered her child and hurriedly looked outside.
It was eerily quiet, and her child was nowhere to be seen.
Panicking, she shouted out loud and noticed a shoe at the base of the jar. She rushed over and discovered her child had fallen headfirst into the jar and drowned.
The woman picked up her lifeless child and began to cry uncontrollably.
The father returned home to find out that his child had died. Instead of being angry, he comforted the woman, telling her that they were still young and could have another child in the future.
Not long after, the woman disappeared from people's sight. The man blamed her a little for the child's death when talking to a neighbor, which made the woman furious, and she ran off with someone to a faraway place.
Later on, the man also left and never came back. The house remained vacant until now, occasionally occupied by homeless people who would spend a night there but would flee in terror, never to return.
It was during that time that I heard about the haunting in this place.
Then I came here to play with Fatty, and that incident happened.
Afterward, I rarely came back.
If the Woman Under the Tree is indeed the woman who ran away, then she truly has been wronged.
Thinking of this, I didn't hesitate to pull out my phone and call the police.
After reporting it, I took Yin Yin and left.
Strangely enough, just after I called the police, the door opened.
Yin Yin thanked me for helping her; she was willing to let us go.
I intended to leave the Dilapidated House with Yin Yin to find Han Mi and plan to cancel the Yin Marriage tonight.
But unexpectedly, as we were on our way, my phone rang.
It was Fatty on the line; he was fine, and there was no one else at the Funeral Home.
I also want to go back; nothing is better than my own home. Hearing the sound of police sirens brings me a sense of peace, as if I can see the skeleton unearthed beneath that tree. The poor woman, buried alive by her beastly husband due to a momentary mistake.
Where could her husband be? Did he abandon this house and wander off to another place?
I think it’s impossible; perhaps he has already died, met with an untimely end. Generally, those who commit evil deeds do not meet a good fate; retribution is just a matter of time.
Turning the page on this matter, the woman under the tree should finally rest in peace. She can break free from the earth and see the light again, waiting for a chance to be reborn.
When I returned to Ma Wu Funeral Home, I saw Fat standing at the door, looking around anxiously. When he spotted me, his face lit up with surprise as he hurried over.
“Run…”
Yin Yin shouted, and I took off running. Damn it, seeing me sprint made Fat chase after me with long strides, his mouth moving as if he was shouting something or reciting some incantation. I couldn’t stop; in an instant, Fat’s demeanor changed dramatically, as if cursed. His eyes were filled with hostility towards me, and he charged at me with fierce determination.
If it were just Fat, it wouldn’t be so bad. The key issue was that he seemed to be controlled by some unknown force. Faced with this situation, my only option was to run.
Running away isn’t a sign of cowardice; it’s about preserving my strength.
I ran—ran with all my might as if my feet barely touched the ground. Behind me, Fat spun around like a top, seemingly possessed; he didn’t care about colliding with passersby and didn’t stop.
I shouted, “Big mess is coming! Get out of the way!”
Upon hearing “big mess,” everyone immediately thought of the filth in the grave pit and quickly parted to make way for me.
Running fast, I couldn’t hear Yin Yin’s shouts anymore; sweat soaked my clothes, clinging tightly to my back.
People looked at me with astonished expressions, thinking I was participating in a marathon. When they glanced back at Fat, another wave of inexplicable laughter erupted.
A car blocked my path, and I gathered all my strength to run, only to find myself floating effortlessly through its body. Laughter faded away, leaving a profound silence around me. Everything was shrouded in gray, devoid of color, which made me uncomfortable. I lay down, sprawled out on the ground.
Suddenly, I remembered my backpack. I called out for Yin Yin while rummaging through it.
Skull was still there, and I smiled, feeling relieved. But there was no response from Yin Yin. I shook Skull vigorously. "Yin Yin! Yin Yin!"
I couldn't see Yin Yin anywhere.
Then, a large dog covered in sores and oozing pus lunged at me, baring its teeth with a ferocious growl.
What the hell!
I turned and ran again, sprinting without looking back. There wasn't a single person in sight. The road was empty, making me feel an unprecedented sense of panic as if I were the only one left in the world.
Had the apocalypse come?
If not, why was there no one around?
"Ma Qi, why are you running?"
As I pondered this, a voice called out to me from behind. I turned around just in time to avoid colliding head-on with the person who had shouted my name.
She appeared suddenly, as if she had descended from the sky without a sound. It was Han Mi, who had angrily left the Funeral Home. "Run...?" I grabbed Han Mi's arm, still wanting to flee.
"What are you running from? This is my home."
I was stunned!
I had no idea until I saw that there really was a village, but the quietness of the village felt off somehow. Confused, I followed Han Mi, looking around as we walked. According to what I knew, Yin Yin's family lived in Xiawan Village, so they should have been able to hear the Funeral Music.
I instructed Yin Yin's parents to chant scriptures until Yin Yin was buried. I also had them hang the Bagua Mirror above the door to guard against Corpse Transformation, as Yin Yin had too much resentment; those who die young without marrying are prone to becoming Azure-Headed Ghosts.
Yin Yin's death was not accidental; it was a violent death, which made it very likely for her to turn into an Evil Spirit.
As expected, she transformed into an Evil Spirit, but thankfully, Lao Luo was there to help.
Speaking of which, I remembered Lao Luo.
Lao Luo was dead, and his photo was still in my hands. I looked down and realized the photo had vanished.
The only thing that remained intact was my backpack. But why wasn’t Yin Yin coming out?
Han Mi's house was eerily quiet, filled with a heavy Deathly Aura.
It was my first time visiting her home, but it shouldn't have felt like this. I should have been suspicious of Han Mi beside me, but as I stepped through their gate and saw the layout of their house—a rectangle, one end wide and the other narrow—it looked just like a coffin sitting there.
The entrance was right beside the coffin.
A sudden wave of unease washed over me.
"Ma Qi, let's go."
Han Mi suddenly spoke up; her voice was sharp and high-pitched, with a drawn-out ending. This wasn’t Han Mi at all. I turned around, forming a hand sign and chanting a spell as I swung at Han Mi, who was reaching out to push me.
With a swift motion, Han Mi vanished from sight.
Everything is an illusion. Just as I let out a sigh of relief, a pair of hands that looked like dry twigs reached out from inside the door, attempting to pull me in.
I quickly turned and swung my hand in response. Whoosh—those hands retracted, and the door slammed shut on its own.
As soon as the door closed, the Coffin Room vanished.
In that instant of change, I was left stunned, realizing that the place I was in was definitely not a part of reality. I needed to think carefully about what had gone wrong in that place.
A path stretched out before me, like a gray ribbon.
The road was eerily empty, making my heart race with anxiety.
I adjusted my backpack while recalling what had happened after my frantic memories.
That car, the fat man chasing behind me—right, that's where the problem lies. Am I actually dead? The fat man took Yin Yin's soul.
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