Chapter 152: Night at the Funeral Home (2/2)

“Why is his nose so strange?” I asked.

“They probably gave him a fake nose,” Xiaotao explained. “He probably faceplanted after jumping off a building and his nose got the brunt of the impact.”

“Can you guys just hurry up already?” Dali urged us from the outside of the room. “This place creeps me out! I don’t want to stand out here alone anymore!”

“Why don’t you come in then?” I suggested.

“No way, dude!” he replied. “It’s way creepier inside!”

“Song Yang!” Xiaotao cried suddenly. “There’s someone standing behind you!”

I turned around abruptly, but there was nothing at all. I looked at Xiaotao again and saw her doubled over laughing. She was probably trying to scare Dali shitless.

I told her that wasn’t funny and shouted Dali’s name a few times but he didn’t answer. I thought he’d fainted, but when I went out the door to check on him, I saw him squatting on the floor covering his head with his hands.

“I-Is it t-true, dude? Is there a ghost in there?”

“No,” I assured him. “Xiaotao was only teasing you.”

“Xiaotao-jiejie!” cried Dali. “Why would you do that? I almost died of fright!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” said Xiaotao. “I’ll buy you a drink when we go back, okay?”

I got up and saw a shadowy figure at the end of the corridor. The figure looked like a woman with long hair, wearing a large white dress that hung down to her feet.

The smile on my face faded immediately.

“Song Yang,” whispered Xiaotao. “Do you see what I see?”

I was afraid of scaring Dali, so I told her. “It’s nothing. Dali, I think it’s better for you to come with us into the morgue.”

“No way!” Dali insisted. “I’m not going in there!”

Xiaotao and I went into the morgue and we continued looking for the boss’s body. It was a long room, about five to six meters from end to end. As we were still looking through the dead bodies, we heard Dali’s voice outside.

“Oh, Xiaotao-jiejie!” he exclaimed. “Where’s Song Yang?”

I exchanged a look with Xiaotao. She was about to shout, but I stopped her short.

“You’ll scare him!” I warned her.

“Where are you going, Xiaotao-jiejie?” Dali continued to say. “Are you going to the restroom? Do you want me to go with you?”

The flashlight on Dali’s phone wasn’t on at that point, neither did he have the ability to see in the dark like I did, so he had no idea that the female figure he saw wasn’t Xiaotao.

I tapped on Xiaotao’s shoulder to tell her to hurry outside. Dali’s jaw dropped when he saw Xiaotao.

“B-But why are you here?” he stuttered. “W-Who was I talking to?”

“I was going to ask you myself!”

Dali panicked and hysterically screamed, “A ghost!”

After that, he pleaded with me, “Dude, I want to go home!”

“Calm down,” I comforted him. “Don’t let your imagination drive you crazy. Ghosts can’t hurt you—remember that. Now come with us.”

Dali kept on reciting ‘ghosts can’t hurt me’ over and over again as he followed us into the morgue. He kept turning back to look behind him. I asked him what he was looking at and he replied, “I’m afraid something’s gonna jump out from behind. It’s never a bad idea to be prepared!”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that. The more timid people were, the wilder their imagination seemed to be!

At that moment, I saw a dead body on a bed behind Dali slowly sitting up. The white sheet covering the corpse slipped down to its waist, revealing a pale, deathly face. Both Xiaotao and I widened our eyes in shock, unable to even speak…

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