Carrying My Senior's Coffin (GL) - Chapter 31

Seeing truly was better than hearing about it.

For the first time, Li Ting finally learned what the ghost Chen Sike had raised actually looked like.

She held Li Yu with one arm while gripping the protective talisman in the injured hand of her other arm. Her gaze remained locked on the ghost as she slowly edged toward the doorway.

The ghost stayed where it was, but its body rotated in time with Li Ting’s movements, keeping itself constantly facing her.

Its terrifying eyes remained fixed on its target, as though it might charge at any moment.

Li Ting held her breath.

Although she had the protective talisman in hand, she still did not dare lower her guard.

Li Yu was extremely drunk and had no idea what was happening.

She only knew something was holding her so tightly that she felt uncomfortable. She began twisting forcefully, trying to break free.

There was a wound on Li Ting’s right arm so deep that the bone could be seen.

The bleeding had never stopped.

By now, her sleeve was completely soaked through. Blood ran over her tightly clenched fist and dripped onto the floor, forming one small puddle after another.

The excessive blood loss made Li Ting dizzy.

She had to summon every ounce of concentration just to keep Li Yu from escaping her hold.

There was only one protective talisman.

She did not dare gamble on whether the ghost watching them so hungrily would rush forward and kill Li Yu the moment she left Li Ting’s embrace.

The only thing she could do now was get Li Yu out of there as quickly as possible.

When Li Yu arrived, she had carried half a case of canned beer upstairs.

Every time she opened two cans, she drank one and poured out the other in a display of extravagant recklessness.

As a result, beer and empty cans covered the floor.

Li Ting failed to notice one while stepping backward.

Her foot landed on a can.

Combined with the dizziness caused by blood loss, she stumbled several large steps before regaining her balance.

Li Yu slipped free from her grasp.

Li Ting: “…”

What kind of cursed bad luck was this?

Then she saw the ghost close the distance instantly at an unnatural speed and seize Li Yu by the throat.

Its fingernails rapidly lengthened and pierced into her pale flesh.

Thin streams of blood began flowing out.

Li Yu’s complexion visibly changed from flushed red to bluish-purple.

She looked as though she might die on the spot in the next second.

The situation was extremely urgent.

There was no time to think.

Li Ting stepped forward, gripping the talisman as she tried to pull Li Yu back again.

However, Li Ting’s arm had been bleeding continuously.

Earlier, she had kept the talisman dry by clenching it tightly in her hand.

Now that her grip loosened slightly, red liquid instantly soaked into it.

A large patch of scarlet spread across the formerly snow-white talisman.

Chen Sike had warned her that it could not get wet.

Li Ting felt like cursing.

She grabbed Li Yu.

The ghost did not release her, but neither did it attack Li Ting.

It behaved as though Li Ting did not exist.

Li Ting tried prying the ghost’s arms apart, but she had almost no strength left.

Its arms were like two freezing iron clamps.

She could not move them even slightly.

After thinking for a moment, Li Ting placed the talisman inside Li Yu’s pocket and completely released it herself.

The ghost let go of Li Yu as though struck by electricity.

It immediately turned and lunged at Li Ting.

Its claws pierced through her shoulder blade in an instant.

The ghost moved far too quickly.

Li Ting was already injured and had no time to react.

Her face turned deathly pale.

The pain of flesh being twisted and torn spread clearly through her body.

She raised both hands and tightly gripped the ghostly arm protruding through her body, preventing it from pushing any deeper.

Perhaps humans truly could summon extraordinary strength in moments of mortal danger.

The ghost actually became unable to advance.

The situation reached a stalemate.

The ghost opened its mouth.

An insect crawled out of its nostril and burrowed between its lips.

Its fingernails began growing in every direction inside Li Ting’s shoulder blade.

Perhaps the pain had roused her.

Li Yu slowly woke in a daze.

She touched her neck in confusion.

It felt wet.

When she looked down, her hand was covered in blood.

Then she noticed that the clothes around her waist had also been almost completely dyed red.

She tilted her head to one side.

The ghost’s horrifying face filled her vision.

“AAAAAAAHHHHH—!!!”

Her piercing scream shook the air.

Li Ting’s lips trembled.

Enduring the pain, she said, “Stop screaming!”

Only then did Li Yu notice Li Ting.

She immediately screamed again.

“AAAAAAAHHHH—!!!”

Li Ting no longer had the strength to deal with her.

She clutched the ghost’s arm and pulled outward with all her might.

The fingernails were growing wildly through her body without any fixed direction, like rows of barbs scraping across her flesh.

The pain nearly made her lose consciousness.

Li Yu finally reacted.

Completely panicked, she could not spare any thought for Li Ting.

She crawled and scrambled toward the doorway.

Li Ting stared blankly as Li Yu took three steps, fell over, and then became too weak in the legs to stand.

She could only crawl on all fours in a thoroughly miserable attempt to escape.

Li Ting’s entire body gradually grew cold.

Her strength drained away.

The ghost raised its other hand.

Li Ting watched helplessly, no longer capable of resisting.

At that moment, a loud crash came from the doorway.

Li Yu, who had fled, came rushing back.

She slammed headfirst into the door and rolled into the room.

Li Ting: “?? Why did you come back?!”

She thought she had spoken aloud.

In reality, she had only moved her lips.

No sound emerged.

“S-Sister, I-I-I came back to save you.”

Li Yu pulled herself upright using the doorframe.

Her calves trembled violently.

Then she squeezed her eyes shut, steeled herself, and lunged toward the ghost with both hands flailing.

Li Ting wanted to strangle her.

There was only one talisman.

It was already wet, and no one knew when it would stop working.

It was not that Li Ting wanted to die.

But if this stalemate continued, both of them would.

It would be far better for Li Yu to run out and find someone to save her.

If help came quickly enough, Li Ting might still survive.

“Go…”

Li Ting forced one word through clenched teeth.

This time, Li Yu heard her.

Her face was covered in tears and snot.

She trembled with fear, yet stubbornly continued slapping uselessly at the ghost.

“Wuwuwu, let go of my sister! Let her go! I’m not leaving! Wuwuwu, what will happen to you if I go?”

Li Ting nearly died of rage after failing to catch her breath.

“…Go find someone!”

Li Yu froze and looked at her through tear-filled eyes.

“Hurry! If you stay here, neither of us will survive!”

Li Yu finally came to her senses.

She also realized that her strength could not move the ghost at all.

After all, from the moment she awakened until now, the ghost had not spared her so much as a single glance.

She climbed to her feet and stammered, “I-I’ll come right back!”

Then she scrambled away once more.

Her chaotic footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

When Li Yu reached the stairwell, she suddenly felt her entire body become lighter.

At some point, students from Zhengling Women’s University had appeared around her.

The moment they saw her covered in blood, they screamed in terror.

Li Yu grabbed the nearest person.

“Save her… Save my sister. She’s near Dormitory 404…”

Then someone seized her arm and yanked her forcefully upright.

Chen Sike stared at her with a deathly pale face, unable to believe her eyes.

“Why is it you? Where is Li Ting?!”

Recognizing her sister’s close friend, Li Yu clutched Chen Sike’s shoulders and broke down crying.

“Save my sister! She… She…”

She raised one shaking hand and pointed toward Dormitory 404.

“You fucking…”

Chen Sike threw her viciously onto the ground and sprinted toward the dormitory.

On July 21, 2010, a murder case that shocked the entire nation occurred at Zhengling Women’s University.

The victims were two sisters.

The younger sister was injured and hospitalized.

The older sister was dismembered inside the dormitory.

Her body parts were hidden in different corners of the room, and the stench of blood did not fully disappear for an entire month.

One week later, Chen Sike pushed open the door to Dormitory 404 while carrying a plastic bag.

Her face was haggard, and her expression dazed, as though she had suffered an unbearable blow.

Chen Sike breathed in the faint bloody odor lingering in the air and closed her eyes, recalling the scene from that day.

By the time she arrived, it had already been too late.

To ensure Li Yu’s death, she had selected the ghost with the most violent resentment.

That ghost tore its victims apart while they were still alive.

She could not imagine what Li Ting had endured before dying.

She only remembered the despair that crushed the air from her lungs when she found Li Ting’s head inside the wardrobe.

Chen Sike did not dare think any further.

She set the plastic bag aside and took out a dagger covered in intricate carvings.

She drew the blade across her right palm.

Red liquid surged out eagerly.

Clenching her hand into a fist, she dipped her fingertips into the blood and drew a strange formation across the floor.

At the center of the formation, Chen Sike removed the items from the plastic bag one by one and arranged them carefully.

There were crimson clothes, shoes, and a hair ribbon.

She lit them with a lighter.

The flames illuminated her face, flickering through the rising smoke.

The obsession within her black pupils had reached a terrifying degree of madness.

From that moment onward, the formation was complete.

Li Ting became a ghost and remained adrift in the mortal world—neither purified nor destroyed, neither dead nor alive.

It had already been extremely difficult for Fang Yiyi to spare enough attention to listen.

She had no capacity left to think about what Li Ting’s words meant.

Once Li Ting finished speaking, Fang Yiyi felt that her task had been completed.

She immediately collapsed and fell asleep.

That night, she dreamed continuously.

In her dreams, she relived the entire past Li Ting had described.

Then she slept until noon the next day.

When Fang Yiyi woke, the scenes from her dream remained vivid before her eyes.

Wave after wave of sorrow passed through her.

She instinctively searched for Li Ting but could not find her.

So she collapsed onto the bed again, hugged a pillow, and began sobbing loudly.

Li Ting emerged from the bathroom while drying her hands with one of Fang Yiyi’s towels.

She looked confused by Fang Yiyi’s behavior.

“Why are you crying?”

“Wuwuwu, Senior…”

The moment Fang Yiyi saw her, she ran over crying and threw both arms around her.

“Tsk… Stay away from me.”

Li Ting pushed her away in disgust and slapped the towel over her face.

“You got snot on me!”

“Senior…”

Fang Yiyi scrubbed her face forcefully with the towel.

“Chen Sike is horrible! She’s not human, wuwuwu. Senior, you’ve suffered so much. Your sister was so unreasonable…”

Li Ting pressed one icy finger against Fang Yiyi’s forehead.

She used enough force to make Fang Yiyi’s neck bend backward.

“Feeling more awake now? Shall we continue practicing?”

“Huh?”

Fang Yiyi froze.

Her cheeks turned red as she asked softly, “P-Practicing what…?”

Hadn’t they already practiced last night?

Li Ting remained expressionless and pointed at the punching bag standing in the middle of the dormitory.

“Grappling.”

“…Oh.”

Fang Yiyi felt slightly disappointed.

However, she did not practice.

She was hungry.

After ordering delivery, Fang Yiyi went to take a shower.

Warm water flowed over her body, washing away the exhaustion from the entire night.

Fang Yiyi looked into the mirror at the red marks on her neck and considered which of her clothes could conceal them.

She was becoming increasingly accustomed to doing this sort of thing with Li Ting.

Her resistance at the beginning now felt like something from only yesterday.

By the time she finished cleaning herself up, the delivery had arrived.

Along with it came a large pile of packages.

There was a laptop, cosmetics, and a pair of cymbals.

Fang Yiyi carried everything back.

Then she stood before the punching bag holding the cymbals, staring blankly at her own reflection in their polished surfaces.

This thing was just like a suona.

It was either used for extreme celebration or extreme mourning.

“I think you’re quite talented at striking cymbals,” Li Ting said.

“You’ll use them from now on.”

“Starting this afternoon, you’ll hit the punching bag with them.”

Li Ting picked up the laptop and turned it on with practiced ease.

“???”

No, seriously.

How was she supposed to fight with these?

Was she expected to tell every ghost she encountered:

Hey, buddy, wait a moment. Let me play you a funeral DJ set on the cymbals before I send you off?