Chapter 78
When I heard the word "snake spirit", I suddenly had a sinister feeling, as if a giant snake would emerge from Tintin's body at any time. In short, I was a little worried, but he didn't look that concerned, so I suppressed my worry.
According to the situation at the time, Green Snake died, but also became a part of Tintin, as if two souls were merged into one, and then half died.
Only then did I understand why I saw the scene where the green snake was wrapped around his neck and hung on the tree. I originally thought that Tintin died at the hands of the snake-bone woman, but I didn't expect that there was such a thing before that. The straw man hanging on the tree should also be considered as part of Tintin's death.
So when I asked my mother why Ding Ding died, she told me that people always die. Although she didn't explain Ding Ding's situation in detail, it was not appropriate to say more given the circumstances at the time.
But since we are talking about the funeral, I have to talk to Tintin a little more. I still don't understand the meaning of this funeral. It's like putting me in a coffin for no reason and burying me alive again. I don't know what the point of doing this is. Now, the only person who can solve my confusion, except for my uncle, is probably Tintin.
I told him my question, but Ding Ding didn't answer immediately. Instead, he suddenly fell silent.
I felt that his reaction was wrong, but I didn’t understand why, so I could only wait for his answer silently.
Ding Ding stayed there for a long time, as if lost in thought. Finally, he took a deep breath, his expression became serious, and said, Tan Xi, do you know what this funeral means?
I shook my head. I thought of countless possibilities. I even considered every word my mother said at that time. Even when she was buried, she handed the pendant back to me and asked me to wear it well. Thinking about it later, that tone of her voice was as if she had calculated that I would not die.
I even felt like I was going to undergo some kind of transformation, like I was going to suddenly turn into a monster or a superman, but first I would come and see, I would attract the ghosts that should be attracted, and I would be abused that should be abused. I was still the same.
Ding Ding's tone was unusually heavy. He pulled me aside and said, "It's not what you think. In fact, a lot of things have changed after the funeral, but the changes are not obvious, and no one explained them to you, so you don't understand what happened."
The more serious he spoke, the more anxious I became. According to Ding Ding's temper, I could accept that he would suddenly grow a tail. But when he became serious, I felt that this topic was a bit too heavy, and I might not be able to accept it for a while if the mystery was revealed.
Ding Ding sighed and said that this matter was actually very simple to explain. Tan Xi, think about it, what happens after a person dies and is buried?
I frowned in confusion and said, what can it be? If it were in the past, it would mean that the person died and all the troubles would be gone. But now, the worst that could happen is that the person would become a wronged ghost or a ghost.
Ding Ding said, "Yes, after death, people become ghosts. Ordinary people have no idea of their existence. They cannot see, hear or touch them. But at your funeral, everything was reversed. In reality, the living buried the dead, but at that time, the dead buried the living. Everything was reversed."
I spread my hands and said I still didn't understand what you meant.
Ding Ding looked at me like a pig, glared at me, and said that what the two-mouthed woman said was right! Tan Xi, you are a teammate just to drag us down! What I mean is that when a person dies and is buried, he becomes a ghost. To the living, he almost becomes a non-existent thing. And when you, a living person, are buried by ghosts, you are dead to those ghosts, and the nature is the same. They can't see, hear, or touch you. You completely disappear from the world of ghosts!
I thought about it silently and roughly understood what Ding Ding meant. What he said was that I was now a person that even ghosts could not see. This was what changed after the funeral.
But the reality is not like this at all. I am still constantly encountering ghosts and running for my life. If they can't see my existence, then I won't experience these things.
But Tintin said again, you didn’t feel any changes because you are still alive now. Once you die, you will really become an existence that cannot be discovered by either humans or ghosts.
I was suddenly disappointed when I heard this. I had encountered this situation before. I came out of the mirror and became a living soul. No matter whether I was a human or a ghost, my uncle couldn't see me, and the ghost car couldn't see me. That feeling was really uncomfortable. And this was completely different from what I imagined. I really didn't understand why I became this special existence. Was it to persuade me to die like this, and then completely cut off from this world and these troubles?
But Ding Ding said otherwise, this is just the worst consideration. The premise of your mother doing this is that she hopes you can live. Didn't you realize that after that, the two women never bothered you, but a painted skin came out to win your trust and secretly helped you again and again.
I thought so too. Although there were a few close calls after the funeral, compared to the past, these were basically things I could handle or even escape from on my own. Xie Ning and his men came aggressively at first, but then they seemed to disappear suddenly.
Ding Ding said that the point of a funeral is not that you are buried alone, but that the amber is buried with you.
I mean, I don’t even know where this weird thing was dug out from. At most it will be buried underground with me. What’s the difference?
Ding Ding rolled his eyes at me and said, "Do you think it's easy for amber to recognize its master? Your mother told me that it needs to be nurtured with her own blood for at least ten years! You have your mother's blood in your body. After she died, the amber naturally recognized you as its master. But if you die, the amber will immediately return to its ownerless state. Anyone who wants it can take it away. But now the amber is one with you. After being buried with you, the changes that happened to you will also happen to the amber. So once you die, the amber will disappear from the world and no one can find its existence."
I touched the pendant on my chest, feeling a little bitter. At this point, I actually didn't want this thing . I took it at first just because it was my mother's legacy, but it caused too much trouble later. If someone could accept it, I would definitely give it away.
But by doing this, my mother almost tied the blood amber to me. I don’t understand why this thing is so important, and even Ding Ding can’t explain the reason. But now it seems that my mother just wants me to keep this thing in my hands so that no one can snatch it away.
I sorted out my thoughts and asked Ding Ding, what you mean is that if someone wants this blood amber, they must ensure that I don't die?
Ding Ding nodded, let out a long sigh, and said, "My mother, you finally understand."
In the past, Xie Ning wanted to eat me, but from the perspective of the building, although he was merciless, he didn't want to kill me. Lu Yao... maybe that's why she came to my side, hiding her tracks, but doing some tricks in secret, because not all ghosts want this blood amber, so every time I attract them, I still get into a lot of fatal trouble. Lu Yao stayed by my side, as long as she could make sure I wouldn't die, and it seemed much more convenient when she started to fight.
If they wanted the blood amber, they had to ensure my safety, so even if they were enemies, they were all killed by my mother after the funeral. Ding Ding knew this, so he dared to shoot arrows at me recklessly in the building at that time, because he understood that they needed me alive !
I asked Ding Ding again, even if that was the case, but they wanted the blood amber, they could take it as long as they could ensure that I was alive, why bother doing all these unnecessary things.
But Ding Ding said that after the funeral, the connection between the blood amber and me has been strengthened. The meaning of oneness is that they are inseparable. The farther the blood amber is from me, the less effective it is, and I will also become weaker and weaker. Before , as long as they killed me and the situation of recognizing the master was resolved, this situation would not happen. But now it is different. Now unless they kidnap me, they have to be careful all the time to prevent other situations from happening, including my suicide. Even for ghosts, it is not easy to stop others from committing suicide, so Lu Yao and the others did not dare to act rashly.
Having said that, I have solved all the problems that have been bothering me for a while. I am more concerned about Ding Ding's condition after the funeral. If he is okay, why didn't he contact me? And as for Mrs. Jiu, her house was burned down at almost the same time. I don't know if Ding Ding knew about this.
I was just about to ask him, but Ding Ding spoke first and asked, "Didn't you have any questions just now?"
I was stunned for a moment and didn't react. After thinking for a while, I realized that it was about Tintin's father. In my heart, this man is a person who poses more mysteries than Mrs. Jiu and my mother.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter which issue takes priority now. I quickly picked up my mobile phone from the cabinet next to me, took out the old photo that Lin Tian sent me, handed it to Ding Ding, pointed at Mrs. Jiu and the man next to him and asked, "Do you recognize this person?"
Ding Ding took it and looked at it for a while, then suddenly exclaimed, pointing at Mrs. Nine, and said, "This is my mother. She is much younger than she is now. If I hadn't paid attention, I wouldn't have recognized her. This man... is a little blurry, but he looks like my father."
I frowned, feeling a little solemn. Looking at Ding Ding's expression, he probably didn't realize what I cared about. I asked him, are you sure this man is your father?
Ding Ding looked at it for a while, pouted and looked up at me, nodded, and said, "Of course it is. Although my father died early, I saw him come back during the Ghost Festival when I was a child. Didn't I tell you all this?"
My heart skipped a beat . It seemed that Ding Ding was very firm in his previous statement, but until I figured it out, I felt like a cat's claw in my heart, pointing at Ding Ding's father in the photo and saying, "I saw this person after the funeral!"
Ding Ding was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened, and he said, "You are not seeing a ghost, are you? I haven't seen my father's ghost for many years, where can you go to see it?"
I said I was sure he wasn't a ghost! Ghosts don't change their appearance after they die, right?
Tintin nodded.
I said, that's right , although this person looks old, if he were ten or twenty years older, he would definitely look exactly like the one in the photo, and his legs and feet are not convenient, but I am sure he is a human being! And since you also admit that the person in the photo is your father, this means that your father was not dead back then!
