Folk Stories About Corpse Burning

Chapter 65: Another life behind the door

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Master Zhou came to the crematorium to find me in person. I had just finished my work and she was sitting in the office.

"Come to my place later."

Master Zhou left. Zhang Xiaoxue drove her away and she didn't look well.

I locked the small box Mao Xiaoli gave me in the drawer of my desk and then went to Master Zhou's house.

The food was ready. Zhang Xiaoxue's eyes were red, and it seemed that she had just cried.

"Mingzhe, Xiaoxue loves you so much. If you miss this child, you will miss everything. Zheng Jun is good, but you know her family conditions. She may not be able to love you for so long."

"Master Zhou, matters of the heart..."

Master Zhou waved his hand.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Xiaoxue may not have this fate, and you two will not have this marriage. As for your master Yinyan, she is out now, and the matter has been completed. Everything is normal. But remember, stay away from her. She has already embarked on another path. I told you, maybe she will come to find you."

I was stunned for a moment. Will Yinyan come to see me again? I don’t know. This actually made me a little happy. My love for Yinyan was real. I was unwilling to give her up like this. But Zheng Jun and I…

That day, when I returned home, Yinyan was waiting for me downstairs as expected, and she also gave me the key to my house.

"Master, what can I do for you?"

I don't plan to let her into the house. I feel conflicted. How can I explain this to Zheng Jun

"Come in."

I still let Yinyan in, she said after she sat down.

"Now that I have a girlfriend, the house is much cleaner."

"Master, is there something wrong?"

"Yes, I think I still love you."

I didn't say anything. Was she playing with me? Or was she using me? I couldn't figure it out at all. What was her purpose

"You don't have to think about it. I love you, but I can't be with you. I know that Zheng Jun and you are already together. I don't want anything to happen. There is one thing you have to do for me."

"Yang Xiaoni has something that I want to get. She keeps it on her body, in her arms. You can do it. She lives on her soul. Of course, this is something she got when she was a refiner. But if you take it away, she will die."

"I can't do it?"

"She herself is a dead person."

"That's your grandmother's master."

"It has nothing to do with this."

"Take it yourself."

"No, don't think I don't know about your deal with Mao Xiaoli. You can get the black line from there. No one can do it without the black line."

"Don't even think about it, Yinyan. You've been using me all along, so don't even think about it."

Yinyan stood up and said after walking to the door.

"You'll regret this."

The kindness on Yinyan's face disappeared in an instant, it became so evil and weird. After Yinyan left, I was very angry.

Zheng Jun called me and I said I had something to do and couldn’t meet him today.

I was sitting at home drinking when my mother Yun Bai suddenly came. I was stunned. This was the place she hated the most. She had never returned since she escaped. Why did she come back today

"I'm taking something."

My mother's face still looked grim and she was wearing a big mask.

I let her in, she went into her room, grabbed a bag, and left.

"Mom, I'm your son."

"I know, the smell on you is getting stronger and stronger."

After my mother finished speaking, she left. I couldn't even cry. What happened to her? Did I smell anything? I couldn't smell it.

I went into the bathroom to take a shower, tears streaming down my face. It seemed as if my mother had flowed away with the water. I guess I will never have motherly love again.

That day, I went to bed in the middle of the night. The next day at work, Zheng Jun asked me what happened. My eyes were red, but I didn't tell her what happened.

While I was putting on makeup, Master Zhao and Zheng Jun were called out. I knew that Mao Xiaoli had created an opportunity for me. I took out the dead body, a young woman, from freezer No. 7. Only the skin of such a woman could be used.

I was a little nervous today and made one cut with the scalpel, but everything else went smoothly and was completed in ten minutes. When Zhao Juan and Zheng Jun came back, I had already started to perform the treatment on the second patient.

"What happened to your hand?"

"It was a scratch, it's okay."

No one took it seriously, including me, but I didn't expect that such a small cut would cause such trouble.

I had a high fever that wouldn't go away. I went to the hospital and got an IV drip, but the fever still wouldn't go away. I didn't even have the strength to walk. The examination showed that there was no problem, it was just a common inflammation.

The cut on my hand has healed, but I still have a fever. It has been five days. I feel very weak and I feel strange.

I called Mao Xiaoli at home.

"Why do I have a fever?"

"Nothing happened when you were cutting your skin, right?"

"It was just a scratch on my hand, but it's healed now."

"I'll be there in a minute."

Mao Xiaoli came, sat down, looked at me and said.

"I forgot to tell you, be careful when cutting the skin, or wear gloves."

"It's only the size of a finger cap, so wearing gloves won't work."

"Okay, it's already happened. You'll have to keep the fever going for a few more days. After thirteen days, it will naturally heal. But there will be some special circumstances. But don't be afraid. It's normal."

"What's going on?"

"You'll know when the time comes."

Mao Xiaoli left, but meals were delivered on time every day. The meals she ordered from the restaurant were quite good, but I cooked too much all day long. Zheng Jun was worried, but I said it was okay and I couldn't tell her about it.

Thirteen days, it was indeed thirteen days. I suddenly felt better and felt energetic, as if nothing had happened. What I was worried about was the situation Mao Xiaoli described. I didn't know what the situation would be. Illness comes like a mountain falling and goes like a thread being pulled out. Once I felt relaxed, I slowly forgot about the incident and nothing had happened.

This winter is really cold. It gets cold in no time.

Apart from work, Zheng Jun and I basically stay at home. I need to be alone at home, otherwise I can't stand the loneliness.

Zhang Xiaoxue came to me once and asked me whether I loved her or not. I shook my head.

I thought this winter was over, but Yinyan came to my house. Zheng Jun was at home. When the two women met, their eyes turned red. I glanced at Zheng Jun and she went into the house.

"What's up?"

"Yes, something will happen tomorrow. It will be too late if you regret it now."

"I won't do it at all. At most you will kill me."

Yinyan smiled strangely and left. Zheng Jun came out and asked me what happened. I thought about it and told Zheng Jun. She stared at me blankly for a long time.

"How could you go to find Yang Xiaoni? She's someone you can't even mention."

"It has been done. Do you know Li Yangping?"

Zheng Jun was startled when I suddenly mentioned Li Yangping. It seemed that she knew something about it.

"Don't mess with Li Yangping."

I thought, maybe Li Yangping and Yang Xiaoni have some connection. If I tell Li Yangping about this, will he help me

This is just my guess. I'll let Zheng Jun tell me where Li Yangping lives. I plan to go there after get off work tomorrow.

The next day, I went there and met Li Yangping, a skinny old man, but one could see that his eyes were very shrewd. He was in his seventies.

I told you what happened, Li Yangping said.

"It's no use telling me this. I have nothing to do with Yang Xiaoni. She is dead in my eyes."

"But she's not dead."

"You talk too much nonsense, kid, get out of here."

This guy was getting anxious. Li Yangping, the refiner, was really hard to deal with.

I went home, inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it. I felt something strange and wrong today. I thought there was something wrong with the lock. Anyway, the door opened and I jumped up. I actually saw two people squatting in the corner of the room. They stared at me.

"Who are you?"

The two were a little flustered, and then they started laughing.

"We are the little ghosts who have lived in your house for more than ten years."

I was stunned. Is this the special situation Mao Xiaoli mentioned? I don't know.

"You've come to the wrong door. This is your home, but it's not your home."

A little ghost said, and laughed, what does it mean

"When you offend someone, the lock opens and you enter a world, a duplicate world. If I don't tell you, you think you are living in your own world, but in fact, you are no longer in your world."

I was stunned and asked for a long time.

"who?"

"Yinyan, your master, the one you once loved."

Oh my god, it seems like I’ve been tricked today. Yinyan actually used such a trick.

"What should I do then?"

"You should solve your own problems yourself."

The two little ghosts rushed out the door and ran away, and I was standing there stupidly.

I looked around the room. It was no different from mine. It couldn't possibly not be my home. Was the little devil lying to me? I immediately called Mao Xiaoli, but the call didn't go through. It was really frustrating. I called again but it didn't go through. I went out to look for Mao Xiaoli. It was Mao Xiaoli's home, but the one who opened the door was not Mao Xiaoli, but a woman I didn't know. She said there was no Mao Xiaoli. I was stunned. Am I really in another world? I only opened the door once and felt something was wrong. That was it. Oh my god.

I went to Zheng Jun's house, but it wasn't Zheng Jun's house. I thought it was bad. I went to Yin Yan's house, but it wasn't Yin Yan's house either. So where was my home? I went back, and went back again. My home wasn't my home anymore. There was a man living there. Only then did I realize that entering that door was just the first step. When I left that door, I entered another world. I couldn't find my home anymore.

I can't panic. What on earth does Yinyan want? Yinyan, you will only go further and further away. I can't get what you want for you.

I was walking on the street, it was a street I was familiar with, but my home was no longer my home, and the homes of the people I knew were no longer theirs. Am I really in another world

I went to the police station and reported the case, thinking the police would be able to help me.

They helped me find out where I lived, and when we entered the house, the police said, "You're frustrated, this is your home."

I looked at the person in front of me and was stunned. Yinyan, and a daughter. That was another life, my other life. I closed my eyes, and Yinyan smiled and held my hand.

"Husband, you are finally back. We have called the police for several days. You must not wander around in the future. You haven't recovered yet and can't remember things. You will be fine in half a year."

I was stunned. What was going on? Was I back to my past life? This was too evil. In this life, Yinyan was gentle, cute, and innocent. My daughter was also cute. Was this my other life

In order to get my love, Yinyan actually brought me back to this life so that I can enjoy the love of this life again

I had to accept it, so I asked Yinyan, but she knew nothing about it. I told her that there was something wrong with her brain and she shouldn't talk nonsense.

The next day, I woke up and went to work at the crematorium, Yinyan said.

"Have you already asked for leave from school?"

"School?"

“You’re a university professor.”

Oh my god, I suddenly became a professor.

I didn't expect that after a day, I couldn't remember some of the things I had done before. I panicked. I was slowly forgetting the things in my life. If this continued, I would forget everything. Then I would have to live another life in this life. Is this good? Home? It's home, warm, with a lovely wife, innocent children, and happiness. This is exactly the happiness I want, but is it okay? I have no idea. I thought that if I killed Yinyan in this life, I would still follow this trajectory. When I thought of this, I shuddered. My master told me that this would happen. Some people would be like this, but rarely. The life in that life would not be different. It was replayed. I shuddered. Yinyan put clothes on me and poured me a cup of hot water. (To be continued)