That's when the familiar feeling emerged.

I heard the cries of the people around me, very soft, very low, as if suppressing emotions. Even louder was the stumbling speech of a man. The owner of the voice should be a middle-aged man, paused several times, choked up a few times, and did not speak fluently.

I didn't hear what he was saying. I knew every word of those sentences, and when they were connected, they became a blurred tone.

The nearer sound was the crying.

After a while, a loud voice replaced the male voice. This time I heard it clearly. There is a microphone, a stereo, and a master of ceremonies presiding.

The people around him moved.

I heard the mourning, and at this time I saw my surroundings clearly, and my consciousness became clear.

The back in front is a woman with long hair and a shawl.

I staggered a step and saw the person I possessed.

Wang Mingli.

Looking further ahead, the person in front of Wang Mingli was Chu Lan.

Turn your head again, and you can see the posthumous photo placed in the fake flower - Tang Zhuoxi.

The posthumous photo should be an ID photo. Tang Zhuoxi looked serious, only wearing light makeup, which was a little different from the appearance of her I had seen several times, and more similar to the photos in the list that Wu Ling gave me.

The men circled around the transparent coffin and let out a cry of grief.

I saw Chu Lan wiping her tears, and I also saw Wang Mingli stepping forward, holding Chu Lan's arm, and crying with her.

I didn't have much grief, just a feeling of numbness.

The crowd was around, and I didn't see Tang Zhuoxi's appearance in the coffin. I guess it's a little twisted. I remember what her corpse looked like.

That ominous aura is also lingering in the mourning hall now. However, it was not all emanating from the corpse, but more from Chu Lan and Wang Mingli. Tang Zhuoxi is dead, and the ghost should have gone to the underworld, but her body still bears the traces of that curse.

As Wu Ling said, kill them, and the matter will not end.

I don't know what I can do or what I need to do.

Watching a play?

Chu Lan, who was crying, was very sad.

Did she know that she killed Tang Zhuoxi, Sun Jiayue, and Ruan Yuxia?

It seems that Chu Lan should not be blamed. She doesn't mean to hurt anyone. She just has some girlish feelings, and she just wants a little blessing to continue the secret love of her youth.

I felt a little nauseous, a little dizzy, and I couldn't help but go back.

The farewell ceremony has ended.

The saddest thing is a middle-aged woman. She burst into tears.

The middle-aged man who was supporting her had a somewhat similar face to her. He dragged the woman's arm a little embarrassed, supported her body, and remained silent.

Tang Zhuoxi and Wang Mingli have already retreated.

Next, the staff and their loved ones pushed the coffin into the corridor at the back.

The middle-aged man and woman supported each other, surrounded by other relatives, and disappeared behind the door.

You can also hear the woman's howl and cry.

Chu Lan and Wang Mingli retreated to my side step by step. Inside the hall, there are other relatives.

Someone came over and talked to the two of them.

"You're a colleague of Heishi, aren't you?"

The two nodded.

Wang Mingli said more, "Our university is also a dormitory, and after graduation, I joined the same company. ”

"You guys have a good relationship."

"yes."

The two began to shed tears again.

I don't know if the two of you can hear me, but I still said, "She died because of that love prayer and that signature!" ”

No one around reacted.

Sure enough, no one could hear it.

I looked away.

Cremation takes quite a bit of time.

Those who went to the corridor, this time returned. Not all of them are back.

Someone beckoned everyone to go outside and wait.

The hall where the memorial service is held here will welcome the next batch of "guests".

The men walked out in twos and threes.

A row of houses, people coming in and out, staying, men, women, and children, all have the same expressions.

This is the funeral home.

From time to time, people hold posthumous photos and tablets, line up, and slowly walk out with the mournful music played by the band. From time to time, there were sounds of mourning and weeping from the house.

Chu Lan kept wiping the corners of her eyes, and Wang Mingli was just silent.

They followed the people to the parking lot. Someone got on a tour bus, someone waited in an open space in the parking lot.

Wang Mingli pulled Chu Lan, "I'm going to the toilet, are you going?" ”

Chu Lan shook her head, "I want to sit for a while." ”

The two separated.

I glanced at Chu Lan and had to follow Wang Mingli.

The toilet is located at the door, and it is a small house in the style of a public toilet. There were quite a few people in there.

Wang Mingli went in to line up, and I stayed outside, observing the surroundings with some idleness.

I know that Wang Mingli is definitely going to die today. No one can save it.

I didn't want to see it. No one wants to see a tragic event known to be a tragedy.

But after meeting Chu Lan, I was curious about how she would react after seeing Wang Mingli's death.

I wonder if she will notice the abnormal death of someone around her.

I'm curious if she will think of her love prayer ceremony.

It's not bad taste, it's malicious.

I can't control my malice.

Especially after learning more about supernatural things and having a guess about what God was going to do next, I couldn't control my dislike for certain people.

Why do you want to pin your wishes on some ethereal rituals and spells?

The world is colorful, the world is already full of infinite possibilities, civilization and technology have developed to this point, why believe in that kind of thing? Even if it's just a psychological comfort, it's a little ridiculous.

What was just ridiculous is now going to be pathetic.

I felt irritable and exhaled several times.

That's when I noticed something wasn't right in the crowd.

It was a man in his twenties and thirties, dressed in a suit, untied tie, and unkempt, smoking against a tree.

He has yin energy in him.

I hadn't noticed it before, but now I realize that the funeral parlor is shrouded in a yin aura. A little farther away, there is also a gathering place of yin qi.

I've been to the memorial service and know there's probably a cemetery around here. Originally, I didn't know the exact location of the cemetery, but now I do.

I glanced around, and there were no ghosts other than the man.

This pervasive yin qi is somewhat like the yin qi that has lasted for years in the Aoba Spiritual Office, and it is the traces left by the ghost's activity. But compared to Aoba's office, the yin here is much more mixed. There is more than one ghost who has lingered here. It seems that there has never been a powerful ghost either.

I was thinking about it when I suddenly felt something was wrong and turned to look at the toilet.

Without much hesitation, I rushed into the women's bathroom.

At the same time, I heard the woman's cry.

"Hey, are you alright? The people inside, are you alright? ”

"What's wrong?"

"I heard a noise just now, and it looks like I fell."

"Is it an old man?"

"No, it's a little girl."

My body had passed through that door and into the toilet cubicle.

Wang Mingli collapsed in the toilet, her head against the wall, her face turned blue and her body twitched.

I looked around, but I didn't see any ghosts.

This is......

I looked down at Wang Mingli.

Sudden illness?

With a bang, the toilet door was slammed open. Because Wang Mingli's feet couldn't be fully opened.

The people outside were in a mess, and it was hard to drag Wang Mingli out.

"Is there something wrong with her?"

"Do you want to breathe manually or something?"

"Irrelevant people are troublesome to get out and get out of the place!"

Some funeral home staff shouted, and asked if anyone around knew Wang Mingli.

Nobody knows.

There is first-aid equipment in the funeral home.

Several employees surrounded Wang Mingli and defibrillated her. Wang Mingli's body just flicked and then didn't move.

I know that such first aid is useless.

Someone called for first aid, and someone rummaged through the bag next to Wang Mingli.

After a while, I heard Chu Lan's voice.

I turned my head and looked at Chu Lan, who appeared at the door.

She panicked and shouted Wang Mingli's name. She yelled "No way, she doesn't have a heart condition".

Chu Lan's body trembled, she couldn't stand, she held on to the door frame and knelt on the ground.

I raised my eyes to see the people coming out of the scattered crowd.

That cursed breath......

"Chu Lan?" The young man screamed in surprise.

Chu Lan turned her head and only let out an incomprehensible "ah".

"You're your friend......" The man looked inside the toilet.

Chu Lan's tears fell.

The ambulance drove over, and the paramedics also asked about Wang Mingli's condition.

Chu Lan trembled and said softly, "I'm her friend." I...... I don't know what genetic disease she has...... She didn't say that. I have her parents' phone number. ”

"Then come along. Contact her parents. People are no longer good. The doctor examined it and declared with some indifference.

Chu Lan staggered, as if she was about to faint.

I saw her gaze move to the young man.

"You're alone?" The man asked with concern.

Chu Lan nodded dumbly.

"Then I'll come with you." The man said.

Chu Lan's face became even paler.

I stared into Chu Lan's eyes, and suddenly knew the answer I wanted to know just now.

"You died for this scene."

It's not like I'm talking.

I looked back and saw the ghost. At some point, he walked over to this side, threw away his cigarette, and had another figure beside him.

Wang Mingli......

"How did your friend fool you? Or is it strong and cursed you? The man asked in a lazy tone.

He reminds me of Gu Mo, but he is different from Gu Mo. He has a pure gossip mentality, and there is not much sarcasm in his tone, only curiosity.

Wang Mingli was trembling. Unlike Chu Lan, she was trembling with anger.

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