Fang Xiu frowned as he examined the photo.
Why is it my photo?
Could it be... that I am Zhou Qingfeng?
The reason why Gui Pawnshop said Zhou Qingfeng was at the burial site was actually referring to me?
No, that's not right. I clearly saw Zhou Qingfeng's corpse before, and the appearance of that corpse... the appearance...
Upon realizing this, Fang Xiu was stunned, because he was shocked to find that he couldn't recall what Zhou Qingfeng's corpse looked like.
The corpse's face seemed to be covered by some kind of nothingness, and even when he recalled the photo of Zhou Qingfeng that he had seen at Qingshan Mental Hospital, his face was also a blank.
He recalled carefully, and slowly, slowly, the ethereal look on Zhou Qingfeng's face faded away, finally revealing a familiar face—himself!
Fang Xiu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. Was it the strangeness of this place that was affecting his memory, or was Zhou Qingfeng really himself?
In that instant, he thought of many things.
Zhou Qingfeng's letter, the poker card organization, the primordial mask, the perfect bizarre transformation, the ghost train, the burial ground... Could all of this be a grand scheme laid by my past self?
Perhaps I really am Zhou Qingfeng?
His initial counterattack on the other side failed, leading to his death, and then he was reincarnated. This series of arrangements seemed to be paving the way for destiny, but in reality, it was paving the way for himself.
Just as Fang Xiu was pondering, he seemed to see himself smiling in the black and white photograph, whether it was an illusion or not.
The next moment, he felt a dizzying sensation, and everything went black before his eyes.
When he regained consciousness, he was shocked to find himself in an absolutely dark and extremely small space, where he could only lie down and could not get up at all. If he tried to get up, he would hit the "ceiling".
Fang Xiu quickly realized, this is... a coffin?
Did I somehow end up in a coffin in the hall?
He tried to push the coffin lid, and with a gentle push, the lid actually opened with a click, revealing a narrow gap. A large amount of soil rushed into the coffin.
Am I being buried alive?
Fang Xiu frowned, then suddenly exerted his strength.
Bang!
With his terrifying physical abilities, his coffin lid was blown off, along with a large amount of soil.
Fang Xiu slowly got up, sat up from the coffin, and looked around.
He found himself in a graveyard, surrounded by countless mounds of graves stretching as far as the eye could see.
This familiar scene instantly reminded him of the fourth stop on the eerie train: the graveyard!
It was so similar, it looked exactly like a cemetery. The only difference was that the cemetery was not shrouded in gray fog, but was bathed in sunshine.
Could it be... that they've already left the burial ground? Is the coffin the so-called passage? Driven by some force, did they leave the burial ground and arrive at the fourth cemetery through the coffin?
The reason why there are so many graves in the cemetery is that they were all transported out of the burial ground.
This explains why Zhou Qingfeng's body was found in the cemetery; it turned out it had been transported out.
But... is that really the case?
Why is there no haze at the cemetery?
Why hasn't the spirit recovered even though it has left the burial site?
Just as he was pondering, bang bang bang!
The sound of coffin lids being blown off echoed continuously, and one by one, Yang Ming, Lu Ziming, and others crawled out of their coffins from the surrounding graves.
"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey..." Yang Ming kept spitting and slapping the dirt off his cheeks.
"What bad luck! What the hell is going on? First I saw my own funeral portrait, and then in the blink of an eye I'm in my coffin. What kind of luck is this?!"
A portrait of the deceased?
Fang Xiu suddenly had a thought: Could it be that everyone was seeing a photo of himself?
"Yang Ming, who was in the black and white photo you saw in the Zhou family's main hall earlier?"
Yang Ming said angrily, "What I saw was myself, Brother Xiu. You have to admit, this is really disgusting. Isn't this cursing me to die young?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than Xiao Chuxia's surprised voice rang out from the side: "You see yourself in the photo? But I see myself."
“Me too, I see my own reflection in the same image,” Xiong Tianguang echoed.
Fang Xiu suddenly realized that he had guessed wrong. He was not Zhou Qingfeng, but the black and white photo was faulty, and everyone was seeing himself.
etc!
He suddenly realized something was wrong.
If only black and white photos can reflect one's appearance, then why does the image of Zhou Qingfeng in one's memory become oneself?
At this moment, Fang Xiu noticed out of the corner of his eye that there was a tombstone standing near each of the people's coffins, some of which had been overturned and some of which were still standing.
Each of those tombstones bears its own name.
Just like in the cemetery, after each person is buried alive, a tombstone will appear for them.
Fang Xiu clearly remembered that it was because of the peculiar rules of the cemetery that he was able to see Xiao Chuxia's real name after she was buried alive, and thus use the name to manipulate her.
At this thought, he realized he was thinking of himself.
Previously in the cemetery, I was the last to die, which meant that I saw everyone's real name except mine!
Fang Xiu immediately turned around and looked at the tombstone on his grave. The white stone tombstone had been overturned when he came out.
There was still a lot of soil covering it.
He bent down and gently brushed away the dirt, revealing the original characters on the tombstone.
The words "Tomb of Zhou Qingfeng" were clearly written on it.
Zhou Qingfeng?!
Fang Xiu frowned instantly. My real name is Zhou Qingfeng? Could it be... I really am Zhou Qingfeng?
The photos and even the corpse of Zhou Qingfeng were all fake; they were stand-ins.
Was it arranged by myself in my previous life?
But why does it always feel like something's not right?
Suddenly, he had an idea.
The underlying principle is wrong!
Zhou Qingfeng's philosophy is to kill all the monsters in the world, while Zhou Qingfeng's philosophy is to turn all of humanity into monsters. These are clearly two completely conflicting philosophies.
If I really am Zhou Qingfeng, why is there such a big difference between myself in this life and my previous life?
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