The Curse Continues

In the cold, silent warehouse, rows of ice coffins were placed beside Zhao Kaiming.

He's been sitting here for a full three hours.

It remained motionless, like a wooden sculpture.

The hope in my heart was gradually extinguished as these three hours passed.

The agreed-upon time with the vengeful ghost has already exceeded the agreed-upon period by far too long.

During this time, none of the deceased relatives' remains in the ice coffin showed any sign of resurrection; the dead remained dead, and he was the only one alive.

The vengeful spirit that followed him still couldn't be described as a being.

Zhao Kaiming only knew that every time he asked a vengeful ghost to do something, someone around him would die, while he himself would remain unharmed.

This is the price paid for using the power of vengeful spirits.

He didn't know this at first, and by the time he realized it, it was too late. His wife, daughter, parents, and relatives were all killed by the vengeful ghost because of him.

Compared to fear and death, what tormented Zhao Kaiming was the guilt and grief of killing his own family member.

Sometimes he even had to do it.

From the day the nightmare began, Zhao Kaiming had no way back. He could only go down a dark path, placing all his hopes on fulfilling the vengeful ghost's conditions, resurrecting everyone's loved ones, and then starting all over again.

Although he repeatedly suspected that this might be a trick by a vengeful ghost to deceive him.

Even so, Zhao Kaiming could only believe it and dared not have the slightest doubt.

Because any wavering would extinguish the last glimmer of hope for his redemption.

In nearly four hours.

It was already around 2 a. m.

Zhao Kaiming, who sat like a wooden sculpture in the middle of the ice coffin, suddenly laughed. His laughter was miserable and manic.

He's like he's gone mad.

He completed his plan, but lost everything.

Unable to undo the consequences of his own actions, Zhao Kaiming felt he had lost all reason to live.

He didn't blame anyone, because he had no right to.

He simply and slowly drew a pistol from his waist.

The golden pistol was cold and heavy, and contained ten specially made bullets.

Whether the bullets were specially made or not is no longer important; he's just an ordinary person now, easily killed or committing suicide.

Without much hesitation, he shoved the pistol into his mouth.

Suicide was the only way out for Zhao Kaiming.

"I'm sorry, I'll go down and keep you company now." Zhao Kaiming closed his eyes.

But just before he was about to fire.

"Slap slap!"

From the silent warehouse came the sound of something tapping on the glass window. Although the sound was not loud, it was very clear, and the source of the sound was right next to Zhao Kaiming.

"Bang!"

However, a gunshot rang out.

Zhao Kaiming's suicide was too decisive; he barely hesitated. He pulled the trigger before he could even put his gun away.

Perhaps due to an incorrect angle, or perhaps because of the wrong posture when he attempted suicide by swallowing the bullet, the bullet did not pass through his head but instead went through his mouth.

There was no pain, only dizziness.

Zhao Kaiming's mouth was full of blood, but he was still alive, though severely injured.

The sound of tapping on the glass could still be heard beside me.

He thought it was a hallucination, but it wasn't. He saw with his own eyes that a pair of pale little hands were pounding on the ice coffin containing his daughter's body.

His daughter came back to life?

Zhao Kaiming's eyes, which had been about to fall silent, suddenly shone brightly. He collapsed to the ground, covered in blood, crawled toward the ice coffin, and then used the last of his strength to push it open.

A little girl crawled out of there, crying.

"Daddy, Daddy!" The little girl cried and hugged Zhao Kaiming when she saw him.

Zhao Kaiming tried to stand up, but the suicide shot had severely injured him, leaving him paralyzed on the ground as if all his strength had been drained. Yet, he smiled, a happy smile, and lovingly embraced his daughter, feeling her breath and heartbeat, stroking her soft, black hair.

"No, don't cry, cough cough, Daddy's here."

His daughter's resurrection made him realize that he had not been deceived, but the result came too late; the miracle only occurred at the moment he attempted suicide.

The daughter was the first to die and the first to be resurrected, so following this order, her parents would be the next to be resurrected.

Zhao Kaiming was already quite dizzy from the blood loss and injuries. He said, "Xiaoya, listen to Daddy, go open those glass doors. Mommy, Grandpa, and Grandma are all sleeping inside. Go wake them up, cough cough."

Speaking was already becoming difficult.

He didn't know if it would work, but he could only trust his six-year-old daughter.

Although Zhao Xiaoya was young, she was very obedient. As soon as Zhao Kaiming said that, she immediately ran to the ice coffin while crying and opened the door.

But the little girl had no idea how to open it. The ice coffin was custom-made by Zhao Kaiming and was of very high quality. And it was precisely because of its high quality that the way to open it was somewhat special.

"Dad, Dad, I can't open it!" Zhao Xiaoya ran back crying.

But Zhao Kaiming sat on the ground with his head down, unresponsive, and blood continued to flow from his body.

He didn't die, he just fainted.

If an ambulance had been called at that moment, Zhao Kaiming could have been saved.

But fate loves to play tricks on people. He only realized after his suicide that everything had gone smoothly, and he had simply mistakenly thought it was a scam.

Zhao Kaiming, who had fallen into a coma, did not know how much time had passed.

Maybe it was a day, maybe half a day, but in reality, he miraculously woke up after being unconscious for an hour.

Zhao Kaiming vaguely felt someone covering his wound.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself surrounded by people.

"He's awake! He's awake! My son's awake! That's wonderful!" an elderly woman exclaimed excitedly.

Zhao Kaiming discovered that his family had been resurrected, with his wife, parents, and relatives by his side.

"Has the ambulance not arrived yet? I can't get through on the phone. Zhao Kaiming, hang in there! You have to hang in there! We're already contacting nearby hospitals," a relative said anxiously.

Zhao Kaiming didn't speak. His consciousness was in a very special state. He felt that his awakening was a final burst of energy before death.

"Dad," Zhao Xiaoya cried beside him.

"Good daughter, don't cry, Daddy's alright. How did you do it?" Zhao Kaiming stroked her head and smiled palely.

"It was this uncle who helped me," Zhao Xiaoya said, pointing behind her as she cried.

Zhao Kaiming slightly raised his eyelids, but saw that there was no one behind his daughter, only darkness.

He was momentarily stunned, then realized something, his eyes widened suddenly, he gripped his daughter's hand tightly, wanting to say something, but a mouthful of blood choked in his throat, and with a final burst of lucidity, he couldn't speak.

The ghost is still there.

But at that moment, the ghost chose his daughter.

It helped its daughter open all the ice coffins, but in return, a loved one had to die.

Asking ghosts for favors, regardless of the size of the task, comes at the same price.

But after looking around, none of the relatives nearby had died.

But then, Zhao Kaiming realized something, let out a shrill, bitter laugh, and then, with all his sorrow, breathed his last.

Even in his dying moments, his eyes remained fixed on the direction his daughter had pointed behind him.

Compared to previous desperate suicides, there is also dying with the last glimmer of hope after a failed suicide attempt.

This is the most terrifying outcome.

Because Zhao Kaiming knew that the tragedy that had befallen him would be repeated in his daughter's life.

Why Xiaoya?

In his remaining consciousness, Zhao Kaiming's last thought before his death lingered.

I spent three hours thinking about how to kill off Zhao Kaiming. I still wasn't satisfied with my ideas, and finishing the last few chapters was quite a headache.