The Hand of Confession – Chapter 145

Volume 5: Days of Applying Makeup to Corpses

Speed of Life and Death

Searching for Huang Hongxing

On the ground were, shockingly, their own—Lou Jingmo, Guan Qiwen, and her own—solitary heads.

Lou Jingmo reached out and touched her face, asking, “Is it warm?”

“Very warm…” Shen Maomao took a step back. “But please control yourself. I know I’m charming, but that’s no reason for you to get handsy with me.”

Lou Jingmo: “…I’ve discovered you’re quite shameless.”

Shen Maomao sighed and squatted down to poke her own face with a small stick. “If we’re not dead, then what is this? Parallel universe? Particles and atoms? Triangle (a reference to the 2009 movie ‘Triangle’)?”

Lou Jingmo said, “If we can’t find an exit, this is our end.”

Shen Maomao: “Then should we bury ourselves?”

Lou Jingmo: “…Are you bored with nothing to do?”

That’s right. She had been so frightened by her own corpse just now that she almost forgot they were out looking for Huang Hongxing’s body.

Just as they were preparing to go deeper, a huge footstep sound suddenly came from further in.

The earth trembled slightly. Shen Maomao spread her legs slightly to maintain balance and stared at Lou Jingmo with wide eyes: “Lou-jie?!”

The footsteps drew closer, and the huge monster in the fog was approaching them.

“Run back!!”

Without caring about Huang Hongxing’s body anymore, Lou Jingmo shouted, grabbed Shen Maomao’s arm, and ran towards the funeral parlor.

A giant foot pierced through the fog and stepped on the ground behind them. The stones on the ground trembled as if frightened. Shen Maomao stumbled forward two steps, but didn’t fall, steadying herself and continuing to sprint forward.

A strong gust of wind came from behind. Lou Jingmo pushed Shen Maomao aside with her backhand. A corpse flew through the gap between them, brushing past their arms, and slammed heavily into a tree as thick as a person’s body.

“Crack—”

The tree trunk groaned and helplessly broke into two sections. The upper half, with lush branches and leaves, was carried several meters away by the corpse, raising countless dust particles.

Shen Maomao, with lingering fear, took a breath and reminded her loudly, “Lou-jie! Be careful!!”

Another corpse came flying. Lou Jingmo quickly squatted down. The corpse flew over her head and slammed heavily onto the ground.

While they were talking, a large, emerald-green hand holding a black, giant axe smashed down from above. The blade of the axe flashed with a white light, looking as if it could split a person in half with one swing.

“We’ll run separately!” Shen Maomao shouted while dodging.

The huge axe landed, and broken stones bounced around. The entire blade sank into the ground, and a huge crack was split in the ground.

The two split up, but their destination was the same: the funeral parlor.

Shen Maomao deliberately lagged half a step behind Lou Jingmo and then, like a screaming chicken whose vital point had been pressed, let out a series of sharp screams from her throat.

Lou Jingmo: “…” Although she knew Shen Maomao was trying to attract the firepower, this kind of unprepared, sudden scream was terrifying. It scared away all her complicated feelings!

The Yaksha was indeed attracted, and its footsteps shifted towards Shen Maomao.

“Dodge left!”

Lou Jingmo suddenly roared. Shen Maomao didn’t even think, and directly pounced to the left. Yaksha’s second attack just missed, cutting off a few strands of Shen Maomao’s hair.

Shen Maomao rolled on the ground, got up again, and cried, clutching her head, “Damn you, you bastard!! Do you know how important a girl’s hair is?!”

Yaksha didn’t care about her attachment to her hair and launched a second wave of attacks without stopping.

Lou Jingmo: “Right!”

Shen Maomao rolled to the right again, getting covered in dirt and small stones, and several marks were pressed on her face.

The short distance of a few hundred meters was abruptly turned into a speed of life and death.

Lou Jingmo had already run to the entrance of the funeral parlor and was only one step away from entering the gate. But she stopped, turned around, and threw a prop to Shen Maomao.

Shen Maomao lunged forward and caught the prop before it landed. The inertia made her slide forward several meters, and a burning pain arose where her arms and knees touched the ground. She didn’t hesitate and immediately activated the prop.

A golden light appeared around her body. At the same time, Yaksha’s axe chopped down towards her head.

Shen Maomao’s heart was beating wildly, and her legs were so weak that she couldn’t get up. She watched the giant axe grow larger in front of her eyes and then chop down.

With a “boom—”, the giant axe landed just a few centimeters from her head and couldn’t advance any further. The golden protective cover trembled twice as a whole, and some fine cracks appeared on the surface.

All kinds of sounds faded away at this moment. Shen Maomao could only hear a buzzing sound in her ears, and her heart was filled with a sense of blankness. She saw Lou Jingmo open her mouth wide and say something to her, but she couldn’t hear any sound. It wasn’t until Lou Jingmo stretched out both hands to her that she realized what the situation was, and quickly got up and ran towards her.

Yaksha’s giant axe fell for the second time.

The protective cover shattered into golden fragments and dissipated into the air. Shen Maomao also rushed into Lou Jingmo’s arms, her legs weakening, and she was about to kneel on the ground.

Lou Jingmo wrapped her arm around her waist and dragged her towards the gate of the funeral parlor.

Seeing that the two prey were about to escape, Yaksha let out an angry roar, and the giant axe in its hand flew out, spinning towards the two.

Lou Jingmo hugged Shen Maomao and fell sideways into the door, falling completely into the funeral parlor’s boundary.

The giant axe smashed into the protective cover in the air, creating sparks, but it couldn’t break through the final barrier.

“Saved…” Yaksha, holding the giant axe, angrily retreated into the fog. Shen Maomao lay on Lou Jingmo’s body, her hearing gradually recovering, and tears streaming down her face.

Lou Jingmo hugged her and looked at the dark clouds in the sky: “Yes, we survived.”

Shen Maomao: “Wuwuwu, I was so scared.”

Lou Jingmo slapped her butt: “You’re so scared, yet you still acted tough?! Did I need you to attract firepower?!”

Shen Maomao could guarantee that no one had hit her butt since she was in high school. Being slapped so hard by Lou Jingmo, she was both hurt and ashamed, and her cheeks were dyed with two flushes of red: “At that time, there was no time to think so much! I just saved you by instinct, and you still hit me!!”

“It’s my fault. I was too worried about you.” Lou Jingmo paused, then said, “Then let me rub it for you?”

“You female hooligan! Stop it!” Shen Maomao, thinking this was Wutong’s fault , quickly said, “Lou-jie! Control yourself!!”

Lou Jingmo withdrew her hand, the blue veins on her forehead throbbing, showing her ability to change her expression in a second to the extreme: “Then why don’t you get off me?”

Shen Maomao wanted to cry but had no tears: “My legs are weak… I can’t get up…”

Lou Jingmo: “…” She still had to rely on herself.

She pushed Shen Maomao, who was as soft as if she had no bones, to the side. Shen Maomao changed from lying prone to lying down, looking at the gloomy sky, but her heart felt like a happy little bird had flown out, heading straight for the sun behind the clouds.

Lou Jingmo got up and reached out to pull her: “Don’t be silly, get up quickly.”

Shen Maomao was pulled up, her legs trembling, and she almost fell back.

Lou Jingmo simply put her arm around her waist and said sternly, “I’m helping you stand firm, not taking advantage of you.”

Shen Maomao: “…Then don’t move your fingers around, it tickles!”

Lou Jingmo coughed dryly: “Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

But she really couldn’t walk on her own, and Shen Maomao didn’t want to be pretentious. The two supported each other to the hall. The funeral was in progress. The hall was surrounded by a dense crowd of people, but no one could be heard speaking. There was only a strange “kachikachi” sound, like someone was secretly eating watermelon.

Their footsteps were very light when they came in, so they didn’t attract much attention. The atmosphere in the room was very heavy, really like a funeral.

Shen Maomao began to doubt their initial guess. Could it be that these family members didn’t care whose ashes they were? Was this condolence just a formality, and the game wasn’t going to cause trouble?

She stood on tiptoe behind the crowd and looked at the middle of the crowd. She suddenly widened her eyes and almost screamed.

What eating watermelon, that “kachikachi” sound was them sharing a corpse!!

Lou Jingmo covered her mouth and pointed to the outside with her hand. Shen Maomao blinked, indicating that she understood.

The two maintained this posture and walked out. Lou Jingmo didn’t let go until they could no longer see those ghosts.

Shen Maomao let out a long sigh and asked, “So… is that the aunt in the middle?”

Lou Jingmo nodded: “We guessed right.”

Whose ashes they were was very important. The funeral director looked harmless, but they were actually the most difficult to deal with in these jobs. To safely pass this condolence meeting, she [the aunt] had to find Huang Hongxing’s real body from outside, and Huang Hongxing’s body had run off to who knows where.

Simply unsolvable.

But if her popularity and luck were a little better, she could take people outside to look again, but there was no if, and she hadn’t even thought of this.

So what about the others?

After leaving the main building, Shen Maomao looked around and, looking up, saw Guan Qiwen at the window on the second floor waving frantically at them.

Shen Maomao: “…”

Lou Jingmo: “…”

Guan Qiwen threw down a bed sheet from the second floor, stepped on the building, and swung down little by little, landing steadily in front of the two.

Shen Maomao immediately asked him, “What happened?”

Guan Qiwen first glanced at them and asked, “Did you fall into a mud pit?” Then he answered Shen Maomao’s question: “The condolence meeting collapsed, and everyone ran for their lives.”

It turned out that after they left, everything went according to the process arranged by the middle-aged woman. Guan Qiwen failed to find them when he arrived at the scene, so he chose to follow the large group. The woman was wearing a suit from who knows where, and her hosting was quite decent. But halfway through the condolence meeting, one of the family members suddenly made trouble, saying that the ashes in the urn were not their relatives’, and wanted the funeral parlor staff to pay the price.

“I still don’t know whose relatives they are, but they are ghosts, and they are the boss.” Guan Qiwen spread his hands. “The first to suffer was the host. I was closer to the stairs at the time, so in a hurry, I went directly upstairs. After going upstairs, I felt it was inconvenient to run, and I planned to come down from the second floor, and then I saw you.”

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The author has something to say:

Please don’t use your brain when reading novels! I will definitely write the outline well for the next book! I swear!

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