To perform for you?"
Lin Fan chuckled softly, raising his chin slightly and looking indifferently at the blood-red opera robe beside him.
A blood-soaked figure was reflected in his dark eyes, like two frozen flames.
"You bunch of dead ghosts, do you think you're worthy of my performance?"
"I'm not here to perform."
"I'm here to see my sister."
After saying that, he opened his arms to his sister, as usual.
The little sister looked reluctantly at the four-colored paper ingots that she hadn't finished eating, and her little mouth pouted.
She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then grabbed two handfuls of gold ingots in each hand and stuffed them into her mouth without any hesitation, filling her mouth like a little hamster.
With her hands and feet scrambling like a spider, she pushed off the octagonal table and landed in Lin Fan's arms.
She swallowed the gold ingot in her mouth and pressed her icy, cute little face against Lin Fan's chest.
"Brother, brother."
The little girl called out in her childish voice, wanting only to use her cuteness to dispel her brother's blame.
At the same time, on the benches behind all the eight-immortal tables.
The black memorial tablets began to throb wildly.
Accompanied by a "tap tap tap tap" sound, a thick cloud of black mist appeared in the sky above them.
Some ethereal yet solid black cloths flowed down from the sky, like a giant curtain, obscuring the space behind the black memorial tablets.
This terrifying scene sent a chill down Lin Fan's spine.
He instinctively shielded his sister behind him, simultaneously activating the Demon Child's Smile and the Joyful Fire Lotus.
A crimson flame, as red as blood, ignited on his body, enveloping him within it.
"Clatter clatter clatter... Thud thud thud thud..." The crisp sound of wood striking wood continued. Then it gradually turned into the thud thud sound unique to flesh hitting wood.
Then, with a crash, all the memorial tablets fell backward in unison.
The black curtain shattered instantly, turning into irregular pieces of black cloth that fell onto the memorial tablets.
Immediately afterwards, the memorial tablets transformed into gloomy figures.
They were dressed in black, their faces painted white. Each of them had two pieces of red paper, about the size of an egg, pasted on their faces.
It looks incredibly eerie.
Like rows of living tombstones.
"My child..."
The tombstones all opened their mouths simultaneously, their voices filled with an incredibly mournful sound.
"We thought you were dead, but we seniors took pity on you and gave you a chance to perform for us."
"You silly child, why don't you appreciate it?"
Those figures stared intently at Lin Fan, their eyes filled with malice.
Upon hearing their words, Lin Fan's consciousness involuntarily became somewhat dazed, and his body trembled slightly.
The talisman for the dead that was pasted on his back exploded instantly.
A sense of death quietly exploded within his body, invading his consciousness.
During this process, his body rapidly cooled down, and his heart stopped beating.
"Oh, so I've already..."
"So I already..."
His consciousness was enveloped by the thought of death, and he wanted to say the words, "I am already dead."
But whenever he uttered the word "already," his voice would go silent, like a videotape that had stuck. He couldn't utter a single word more.
'So I'm already dead?'
In Lin Fan's consciousness, he saw his body rapidly dying, and he saw himself lying on a clean white bed, surrounded by several familiar nurses and his attending physician.
They looked at themselves with utmost solemnity.
"This child has suffered a lifetime of hardship, and this can be considered a release."
"Yes... it's better to die cleanly than to live a life of confusion and suffering..."
He heard Zhang Yu, the nurse who usually loved to tease him, looking at him with tears in her eyes and saying something.
'Oh, so I really am dead.' Lin Fan thought to himself subconsciously.
The moment this thought arose, the lotus of joy surrounding his body instantly extinguished. Wisps of decay and death began to grow within his flesh and blood.
His gaze wandered, passing over the nurses and attending physicians, and then looking behind them.
There, family members stood at varying heights.
She looked at him with a smile.
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Grandma, second uncle, mom and dad, younger sister...
And then there are the seventh aunt, the eighth aunt...
That was clearly a monkey, but my second uncle said it was his good brother, someone he would treat like family. It was covered in blood, had a pained look in its eyes, and was holding a black and gold iron rod...
"Family members..."
"I'm going to die..."
"No, I'm already dead..."
"Thank you for being with me throughout my life..."
He solemnly said goodbye to his family.
"Brother, brother, don't die... your sister can't bear to leave you."
"Brother, brother, you must be strong!"
In a daze, Lin Fan, who had already closed his eyes, heard his sister calling him, and his eyes involuntarily moved.
"But my brother is already dead..."
"Little sister, your brother will miss you too..."
Lin Fan murmured, feeling himself floating up.
He saw his own body lying on a clean hospital bed, surrounded by doctors and nurses.
But there were no family members, no layers upon layers of relatives, anywhere.
'Oh, so I really am a delusional person?'
'My family members are all just my imagination...'
On stage, Lin Fan's body quickly turned blue, and his hair also turned dry and yellow.
"Xiao Fan!" The spider's eyes widened, its body thrashing wildly before it slammed into the television on the wall.
Without hesitation, the sorceress used a knife to cut open her smooth face, letting the flesh spill out like a mouth, and instantly invited the spirit to possess her.
He crashed into the television.
Knock knock!
They slammed into the wall, but couldn't budge the screen an inch.
"Xiao Fan!!!"
Spider's eyes reddened, and he shouted hatefully.
...
"Brother, brother."
"Don't die!"
"Wake up!"
"If you die... we'll die too!"
His sister's voice was familiar yet ethereal, constantly echoing in Lin Fan's ears as he floated upwards.
Have you forgotten who you are?
"Brother, brother, how could you believe them?"
"They're lying to you! Just like those doctors are lying to you!"
"They're all liars! Liars!"
Crack!
It was like a bolt of lightning striking the darkness. Lin Fan instantly opened his eyes.
"Are they lying to me???"
"Yes, they're lying to me!!!"
His pupils instantly turned pitch black, with no white showing at all.
Their eyes are no different from their sister's.
A strange, cruel, yet sincere smile bloomed on his face.
Accompanied by laughter, flames erupted from all parts of his body, instantly burning away the deathly intent that was enough to kill him.
Lin Fan opened his mouth, looking disdainfully at the figures in black below the stage:
"Bullshit!"
"Whether I'm dead or not, do you need to tell me?"
"A bunch of damn liars!"
Flames danced, forming a menacing, laughing cloak of fire behind him.
The next instant, Lin Fan's burning figure disappeared from the stage.
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