Chapter 29: Yang Xiufeng Sends Someone to the Door

  It took me a moment to catch my breath, and my eyes finally focused, but in front of me was that disgusting face, with the dagger pressed against my neck. I'm sure it had already pierced my skin. This person didn't seem to be trying to scare me, because at this point he wasn't furious, just coldly staring at me: "Kid, not bad reaction, but this little trick doesn't count for much. I still have only three days, so get ready for a funeral right away. Money is no problem, and you can choose the location. Otherwise, I'll kill your whole family."

  I'm sure this guy must have practiced before, not just a practitioner, but his skills are quite good. I know that with my rough and unrefined moves, I'm no match for him. Looking at the strange look on his face, I think it's better not to provoke him. After a moment of thought, I forced out a smile and said: "Big brother, what you're saying is too strange. What do you mean by 'the location will be chosen by me'? You want me to prepare for a funeral? Are you going to tell me which village it's in and who has passed away? Otherwise, who am I supposed to prepare the funeral for? The rituals for young people and old people are different, there are rules to follow."

  That person was stunned, seeing that my tone had calmed down, and didn't bother me again. He got up from on top of me and put away his dagger. He stood there for a while, seemingly lost in thought. Taking advantage of the moment, I also stood up, reached back to touch my neck, and indeed found blood. That bastard really did make a move! However, at that time, I didn't lose my temper, but could only silently curse him a few times, just to vent my anger.

  "Just prepare my funeral, three days is enough time, I won't be able to return home anyway, it's all the same whether I'm buried there or not. You're in charge of the funeral arrangements, anything will do, money is no object. However, I need to tell you something beforehand..." The man hesitated for a moment, then suddenly let out a sigh and slumped down, as if he had lost all his energy. He retreated a few steps, sat down heavily on Second Master's armchair, and rummaged through the pockets of his jacket, pulling out a large sum of money which he stacked on the table: "This is 100,000 yuan, it should be enough for you to handle my funeral arrangements. If there's anything else you need, just let me know, I won't make things difficult for you. However, you must promise me one thing: after I die, you have to call this phone number and inform my daughter of my passing. If you think that's not enough, I still have some other valuables on me..."

  As I spoke, I was about to search around, but what I was looking at wasn't the money, it was the whole thing that seemed suspicious, yet it didn't arouse my curiosity, my mind wasn't on the money at all. After sizing up this person from head to toe, he hesitated for a moment and said: "Big brother, aren't you still alive? If you're sick, why not go to the hospital? Three days is enough time to rush to the provincial city. Looking at you, you seem to be a rich man too, I suppose medical expenses are affordable, it's better to keep this money to see a doctor..."

  "Mind your own business, no one can save me, just do what I tell you to do and stop nagging," the person glared at me fiercely, with a menacing glint in their eyes, apparently they are indeed ill-tempered and emotionally unstable.

  Seeing him like this, I didn't dare to provoke him anymore. My face twitched and I only coughed once: "Since that's the case, first tell me what your name is? What do you plan to do with this funeral? Don't need to look for anything else, this money won't be used up. There should still be a lot left over, and when the time comes, I'll give it to your daughter."

  That man was stunned, and when he heard me agree, he mentioned his daughter and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. His expression also eased up, and he just nodded: "Just call me Li Hongjun, the money doesn't matter, you handle the funeral yourself, simple is fine too, no matter how much money you spend I won't blame you, as long as you can tell my daughter about my death that's all that matters. There's one more thing I need to entrust to you, when I'm buried, don't burn this set of clothes I'm wearing, bury them with my ashes instead. But my body must be cremated, and it has to be thoroughly burned."

  Li Hongjun's words left me stunned, as if he was very particular about this set of clothes. However, I didn't dare ask him, lest it would provoke him. But there was still a most realistic problem in front of me. Looking at Li Hongjun, I could only smile wryly: "Brother Li Hongjun, I can help you with the funeral arrangements, but you have to understand one thing - you're still alive, and actually, you can notify your daughter to come over right now, or go home..."

  "Don't you worry about it, just take care of the funeral and don't ask any other questions." Li Hongjun seemed to get excited again, which made me worried.

  "Big brother, okay, don't get excited, I'll do what you say, but the problem is that you're still alive now, and cremation can wait——” He paused for a moment, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Besides, your death certificate I'm afraid I won't be able to issue. Without a death certificate, how can you be resurrected? That would lead to trouble with the authorities."

  Li Hongjun was stunned, this is indeed a problem. At first, Li Hongjun didn't think so much, and for a while he was dazed. Only then did he hesitate: "Let's do it this way, let's have the funeral in your village. You can find a few people from the village to come, I'll write you a certificate of entrustment, proving that I entrusted you with everything, so you don't need to take responsibility for anything. Or you can contact the local police station and let them come over, I'll tell them personally."

  I was stunned, I really don't understand what's wrong with Li Hongjun, it doesn't seem like he has a mental illness either. How can someone be so weird and still want to arrange their own funeral? Is what Li Hongjun said reasonable? Of course, I couldn't agree to this, or else when the time comes, who would I reason with if I got into trouble? But thinking about it, calling the police station is a viable option. Let them handle this matter instead. With that thought, I naturally agreed with Li Hongjun's suggestion: "Since you put it that way, let's call the police station then. As long as they agree, there's no problem on my end."

  Li Hongjun didn't say anything, just nodded: "Alright, you can make the call, but let's start preparing for the funeral now, after all, there isn't much time left. You need me to die at what time, I'll die at that time, remember, there are only three days left."

  This remark made me pause, what kind of talk is this, when you die it's none of my business, but I didn't argue with him, just swallowed my saliva and said: "Alright, where are you staying these two days? If something comes up, I can also get in touch with you."

  "I won't run far, anyway I only have three days left to live. I saw a broken house on the east side of your village, I'll just stay there for a few days. If anything happens, you can find me there. Tomorrow I'll come over and see how you're preparing my funeral." Li Hongjun nodded, then stood up and walked away, still looking somewhat distracted.

  As I watched Li Hongjun walk out, I didn't stop him. It wasn't until his back disappeared that I couldn't help but smile wryly. If it weren't for the 100,000 yuan on the table, I really wouldn't have believed this was real. How could such a thing happen? And yet there are still people like this. Fortunately, Li Hongjun isn't crazy and gave me some time.

  I was stunned for a while, then I thought it's better to call the police station again and let them take Li Hongjun away. I immediately took out my phone and called them. The phone connected, and they asked me what was going on. I didn't think much and just sighed: "I'm Liu Hai from Mahe Village. Today, a mentally ill person with a knife and violent tendencies came to my place. Please come over and take this person away."

  On the other side, they asked me about the specific situation again, so I told them about these messy things. The police officer said that he would definitely arrive tomorrow afternoon and asked me to calm down the mentally ill person first, then hung up the phone. This way, I also felt relieved, but when my eyes fell on that pile of money and Li Hongjun's daughter's phone number left behind, a strange feeling arose in my heart - did Li Hongjun really have mental illness?

  That night, I thought wildly for a long time and couldn't figure out the reason. However, in my sleep, I still saw Li Hongjun's face, and suddenly woke up with a start, but suddenly realized that the face was really problematic. If I guessed correctly, the bloodstains on his face were the reason why Li Hongjun wanted to die, perhaps Li Hongjun wasn't mentally ill after all.

  But even if I guessed it right, who could I discuss it with at this time? Subconsciously, I thought of Yang Xiufeng. She had a Huang Daxian by her side, and maybe Huang Daxian would know something. However, looking at the watch, it was already past two o'clock, so going to find her was clearly unrealistic. After a moment's thought, since I couldn't sleep anyway, I dialed Yang Xiufeng's phone number.

  At this time, Yang Xiufeng was sleeping drowsily. She had been in low spirits for the past few days and was listless all day long. Just as she didn't know what she was dreaming about, her mobile phone suddenly rang. After answering the call, I heard my voice: "Xiaofeng, ask Huang Daxian to come over, I have something to ask him."

  Yang Xiufeng suddenly lost her sleepiness, propped herself up and asked in confusion: "Little Haige, what's wrong, did something happen?"

  "It's nothing, just that today a mentally ill person came and insisted on having me arrange a funeral for him. I think he has some issues and wanted to ask if Huang Da Xian knew something about it." Anyway, Yang Xiufeng won't be able to keep it under wraps, probably by tomorrow morning the whole village will know.

  Upon hearing that something was up, Yang Xiufeng fell silent for a moment, only lightly biting her lip: "How about this, I'll go over there once."

  "No need, Xiaofeng. What brings you here at this late hour? It could have waited till tomorrow morning. Or let Huang Daixian come over now, after all, weasels are nocturnal chicken thieves." I chuckled and tried to appear nonchalant, not wanting Yang Xiufeng to worry about me.

  Yang Xiufeng just hummed on the phone, I don't know if she agreed or what, and then hung up directly. For a while, I could only lie boredly on the kang, thinking wildly in my heart, what happened to Li Hongjun? I guessed that the illness on his body was not very long, but what made him dare not contact his family members, and had to wait until after death to tell his daughter. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, and finally couldn't figure it out. Staring blankly at the beam, my heart was already a mess, when suddenly I heard someone knocking on the door.