Chapter 1: Don’t celebrate too soon, things could still go wrong! (1/2)

A solemn and dignified memorial service.

A young man in his twenties laid in the middle of a wreath undisturbed. He looked serene as if he was in a peaceful slumber.

In the young man’s surroundings, faint yet continuous sobs could be heard nearby. A 50-year old couple supported each other as they stood. Tears of sadness streamed down their faces while looking at a picture of their deceased son.

The young man’s name was Wang Ze. He had tried to save a woman from being robbed but in a desperate attempt to escape, the robber stabbed him dozens of times, resulting in his heroic but tragic death.

Today was his funeral.

His friends and family had all gathered to mourn for the death of this unfortunate young man.

In the corner of the funeral parlor, a young man dressed in black from head to toe lowered his head. His shoulders trembled and his throat produced odd sounds as if he were crying.

He was Wang Ze’s best friend. On this important day, he had even skipped out on going to his graduation ceremony just to see his good brother off one last time.

At this moment, he had successfully concealed his excitement, expressing deep pain and sorrow just like the others. He even managed to let out a tear from his eye.

But upon closer inspection, his eyes did not show any traces of despair, instead, there was explicit joy in its place.

Once Wang Ze’s remains were cremated, the relatives and friends unfamiliar to him dispersed in twos and threes.

Bai Yan also left the funeral hall with a group of people who came and participated in the procession.

The grief of seeing one’s child die before oneself could not be easily appeased, even by time. At this grieving moment, any words of consolation were rendered ineffective, so the only thing that people could do now was to leave and give some space to the sobbing elderly couple.

……

Wang Ze had died during a hot summer.

After leaving the overly hot and stuffy funeral, Bai Yan took out a pitch-black umbrella. The tears on his face were still streaming down, glistening beautifully under the intense sunlight.

Under the continuous harsh rays of the sun, Bai Yan used a cab-hailing app to call a ride, finally escaping the torturous heat. When he got home, the first thing he did was to close all the curtains and open the air conditioner.

After experiencing a short mindgasm, Bai Yan grew a little tired, and so he removed his coat and contentedly laid down on the sofa, slowly drifting into sleep. When he was suddenly awoken by a gloomy ringtone, the room had already turned pitch dark.

Surveying the darkroom, Bai Yan’s thoughts were in disarray. But thinking of the cremated youth’s body turning into a pile of ashes, a smile unconsciously floated onto his face.

Even though he had taken a nap, the mindgasm still lingered in his head, and waves of pleasure surged into the depths of his soul, causing Bai Yan’s originally pale face to flush an evident shade of red.

“Wang Ze…Good people don’t obtain good karma…You were so young yet you died just like that and abandoned your old parents…It’s truly…unfortunate!”

Now that he was away from the funeral filled with normal people, Bai Yan did not need to conceal his twisted smile.

After being sincerely happy for a while, Bai Yan suddenly got up. He quickly walked to the tableside and opened a drawer, taking out a picture of the two of them from college. He then cut off his side of the picture into pieces, leaving behind only Wang Ze standing in the picture.

Then, he stuck the picture in a conspicuous area, and calmly admired it for a bit with an innocent smile on his face.

He wanted to preserve this happiness for a little longer.

Back then, he could never understand the meaning of a friend. But now, he finally knew the value of one.

When Wang Ze was alive, he was not interested in making such fake relationships. But once he heard about Wang Ze’s death, these kinds of relationships gave him incomparable joy.

Wang Ze, just as you said, I did not choose wrong for you to become my friend.

You said that you could make me happy.

And you truly… managed to do it.

….

After standing in front of the photo for a long time, Bai Yan became a little hungry, so he reluctantly looked away, took out his phone, and got ready to order takeaway.

However, once he unlocked his phone, he froze.

All the icons on his phone had mysteriously disappeared without a trace. Even the system’s initial applications were completely missing.

Only one app remained that was placed at the center of the screen, making it eye-catching. It had a pitch-black background and a blood-red font, the three bloody words read ‘Frontline of Hell’.

Was this a virus?

Bai Yan held the app with a long press, trying to delete it, but the trash bin had also disappeared along with the other missing apps.

After pondering for a moment, Bai Yan decided to turn off his phone.

Once the screen had turned completely dark, Bai Yan discovered something strange.

The weird app that was displayed on the screen showed a terrifying luster of blood!

Even when the phone was turned off, the app continued to run. This was utterly abnormal.

Bai Yan licked his lips and became aware that he may have encountered a supernatural event.

And so, after realizing this, he immediately pressed the app open without another thought.