Chapter 3: It’s Come Back to Life—Ahhh!!

This was the second time Zheng Feiyu had heard Nan Yuanman say those words.

He found it both amusing and exasperating, not taking her warning seriously. “You better not let my eldest aunt hear that, or she’ll chase you away with a broom for ten miles.”

Yuanman grasped his hand tightly, furrowing her brows. “I’m serious, big brother. The Zheng family has already used that sister’s money and brought upon themselves a curse. If you don’t leave tonight, you’ll die.”

Grandpa had said that those with blackened foreheads, like charred coal, were cursed with misfortune. In the Zheng family, everyone who used that sister’s money had black foreheads.

If Zheng Feiyu didn’t leave tonight, he would never be able to leave later.

Feiyu gave a perfunctory “uh-huh” and stood up, asking casually, “Have you eaten enough? Want me to bring you some food later?”

Yuanman saw through his nonchalance, pursed her lips, glanced at the small coffin in her hands, and painfully pressed it into his palm. “Big brother, if you buy me a meal, I’ll lend you this little coffin. Tonight, when you hear any sounds while sleeping, don’t go out, understand?”

Zheng Feiyu shuddered, nearly throwing the small coffin away. He forced down his fear and forced a smile. “No, no need…”

“No, you have to use it,” Yuanman said solemnly.

Feiyu looked at the small coffin coated in dark red lacquer in his hand and tried to calm himself. This was just a child’s good intention; he shouldn’t reject it.

He closed his eyes, trembling as he slipped the little coffin into his pocket, gave Yuanman a few words of reassurance, then turned to leave.

Yuanman tidied her messy hair and only then realized she seemed to have… another relative now.

Tilting her head, she recalled Jiang Lixuan’s earlier attitude and frowned in disdain, murmuring, “Forget it. Such relatives are better off not being relatives at all.”

“Better to go feed Grandpa first. It’s been so long; he must be hungry.”

She trotted back to the courtyard on her short legs, climbed onto a small wooden stool as Grandpa had taught her, latched the door, then ran to the main hall to finish what she had started—

Lifting the coffin lid.

Inside lay the shriveled old man dressed in funeral clothes.

His eyes were tightly shut, a pair of tiny, sharp fangs protruded from his tightly closed shriveled mouth, and his fingernails, resting beside his body, were black, long, and pointed.

Though terrifying to most, this sight was perfectly ordinary to Nan Yuanman.

She leaned over the coffin, broke a steamed bun into pieces, and fed them to Grandpa bit by bit, murmuring softly, “Grandpa, two big brothers came just now. One called Brother Xuan said he’s my uncle and wants to take me back to the Jiang family.”

“Hmph, I don’t believe he’s my uncle. I remember you said, Grandpa, that Mom’s relatives are no good, they’re beasts.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t agree to go with him. I want to stay and be with you, Grandpa…”

She spoke at length, but Grandpa still did not answer.

Yuanman felt a strange ache in her heart, her nose tingling, eyes reddening. She touched her neck and said in a small voice tinged with tears, “Grandpa, he still bullies me. When will you wake up and help me fight back?”

“Yuanman… Yuanman misses you…”

“Please talk to Yuanman…”

The main hall fell silent.

Suddenly, the old man’s hand resting beside him twitched slightly…

—

Elsewhere.

When Zheng Feiyu returned home, he saw Jiang Lixuan standing in a corner of the courtyard smoking. Behind him was the main hall where Grandpa Zheng’s body lay in repose.

Feiyu called out, “Brother Xuan.”

Jiang Lixuan looked over with a cigarette dangling from his lips and handed one to Feiyu. “What did that brat say?”

Feiyu hesitated, then replied casually, “Yuanman said she’ll think about it.”

Recalling how Yuanman had been so guarded and resistant to him earlier, Jiang Lixuan sneered sarcastically, “She’s nice to you, but to me, her uncle, she’s all on guard.”

Feiyu didn’t dare respond.

“Forget it,” Jiang Lixuan clicked his tongue and asked, “Where will I stay tonight?”

After a whole day of running around, he was tired and wanted to rest before figuring out how to persuade that stubborn kid.

Feiyu glanced at the bustling main hall and hesitated before saying, “My eldest aunt prepared a room for us upstairs. But it’s the countryside, so the living conditions aren’t like the city. Also, tonight is Grandpa’s last night in repose.”

“If you’re afraid of bad luck, Brother Xuan, maybe you should go back to the city?”

“Come on, do I look like a pampered rich kid who can’t take hardship?” Jiang Lixuan rolled his eyes, stubbed out his cigarette, put one hand in his pocket, and nodded at Feiyu to lead the way.

He was a staunch atheist.

It was just a dead body in the main hall—Grandpa Zheng’s no less—what was there to fear?

He didn’t dare return to the city either. After finally getting a lead on Bai Wenyin’s child, if he went back and Yuanman ran away, Grandpa would beat him to death.

Feiyu didn’t press the issue and led Jiang Lixuan upstairs.

As they passed the corpse, the white cloth covering it was suddenly lifted by the wind at one corner, sending an inexplicable chill down Feiyu’s spine.

Jiang Lixuan shivered and instinctively glanced down.

Under the cloth, Grandpa Zheng’s corpse met his gaze.

His eyes were wide open in terror, bloodshot and staring.

Jiang Lixuan let out a startled shout, “Holy shit!”

Feiyu followed his gaze and couldn’t help but exclaim, shuddering as he pulled the cloth back down and nudged Jiang Lixuan’s back. “Brother Xuan, let’s go.”

Jiang Lixuan quickly turned and jogged after Feiyu upstairs.

Neither noticed that the white cloth Feiyu had just pulled down was again lifted by the wind, revealing those bloodshot eyes fixed intently on Feiyu’s back.

In a place beyond their sight, a red figure drifted silently up from Grandpa Zheng’s body and slipped toward Feiyu.

But just as it neared him, a burst of golden light blasted it away.

The red ghost howled in pain.

Feiyu shivered, puzzled by the faint cries he thought he heard, but when he listened carefully, there was nothing.

He shook his head, thinking he was just tired and hallucinating.

The red shadow, unwilling to give up, then clung to Jiang Lixuan’s back…

—

In the countryside, self-built houses were typically two or three stories. Feiyu’s family home had three floors. Feiyu and Jiang Lixuan stayed in a bedroom on the third floor.

Perhaps exhausted from the day, after asking Eldest Aunt Zheng to bring dinner to Yuanman, Feiyu and Jiang Lixuan hastily ate a bit and went to their rooms to sleep.

—

Farmhouse food was generally salty, and Jiang Lixuan drank plenty of water before bed. In the middle of the night, he was half-awake and had to get up to pee.

He rubbed his eyes, gathered his senses, then got up to turn on the light and head out.

“Click.”

The room was still shrouded in darkness.

Jiang Lixuan frowned. “Power’s out?”

He clicked his tongue in displeasure. Living in the countryside was inconvenient.

He was full of resentment, blaming Yuanman. If she had agreed to go with him, he would’ve been home by now instead of suffering here.

Frowning, he activated his phone’s flashlight and went out to use the toilet.

Unfortunately, the third-floor toilet door was broken and couldn’t be opened from outside.

Irritated, Jiang Lixuan pinched the bridge of his nose and went downstairs to use the toilet.

When he reached the bottom, he suddenly noticed the night watchman was gone.

The main hall contained only Grandpa Zheng’s corpse covered with a white cloth, and a white candle flickering in the wind. The bleak funeral parlor looked especially eerie.

Just as Jiang Lixuan was about to leave to find another restroom, a wave of fear washed over him, and he turned around to find Feiyu to accompany him.

But at that moment, the old man lying quietly on the wooden board suddenly sat up.

The drowsiness fled from Jiang Lixuan’s mind. He froze at the foot of the stairs, holding his breath and staring at the back of the corpse’s head.

The sitting-up Grandpa Zheng was still silent.

Jiang Lixuan exhaled in relief. “Damn, it’s just muscle nerves twitching. You scared me.”

He thought it was a zombie rising.

Jiang Lixuan approached the corpse, clasped his hands, and bowed three times. “Old man, sorry for the disturbance.”

After bowing, he cautiously stepped forward to lay the body back down.

But just as his hand was about to touch the old man, Grandpa Zheng suddenly grabbed him tightly.

Jiang Lixuan screamed, “Ahhh—ghost!”

On the third floor, Zheng Feiyu was awakened by the scream.

“Brother Xuan?!” He hurriedly jumped out of bed, forgetting Yuanman’s warning, and ran out of the room.

Just as he stepped out, a head suddenly dropped down from above, face to face with him.

A pale ghostly woman with a bloodied hole in her head, dressed in blood-stained clothes, stared at him and slowly curved her lips into a smile.

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