I saw a white thread tied around the person's knee.

Only the dead have white thread tied to their legs, binding their feet to prevent them from reanimating!

If the white thread broke on its own without anyone picking at it, that meant the corpse was about to rise!

The red thread that Zhang Bufan had taken out had somehow gotten tangled with the white thread. The dead man had been leading him up the mountain all along.

Zhang Bufan was probably thinking that if he went down the mountain past the corpse, the dead man might reach out and grab him, strangling him to death.

Zhang Bufan didn't know what to do at that point. After thinking for a long time, he took off running up the mountain.

He fell several times along the way, but didn't even feel the pain. He couldn't tell which direction he was going, just running upwards whenever he saw a path.

I knew from the sight of his back: Zhang Bufan was done for!

You can't panic when encountering a ghost. If you panic, the ghost will take advantage of you and lead you to your doom.

Zhang Bufan ran frantically for a while before he saw a temple ahead.

When people are panicked, they don't care about anything else. They'll try to squeeze into any place where they can hide.

Zhang Bufan didn't even glance at the temple, diving headfirst inside.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw that temple.

Wasn't that the mountain god temple where the four of us had taken shelter?

I didn't want to go into the temple, but I had no control over anything in the dream.

My vision kept shifting according to Zhang Bufan's movements.

He went into the temple, and I inexplicably followed him inside.

Zhang Bufan hid behind the temple door and looked out. The old man was already blocking the entrance, his back to the door, sealing it off completely.

With the dead man blocking the door, Zhang Bufan couldn't get out. He could only retreat further into the temple.

As Zhang Bufan retreated into the temple, I heard him muttering to himself:

My master said that the dead can't enter temples because there are gods inside. If I pray to the mountain god, maybe...

He wanted to pray to the mountain god, but when he turned to look at the shrine, he was immediately frightened.

Sitting on the shrine were more than a dozen clay figures, arranged in order from smallest to largest.

The smallest was only the size of a three-year-old child, and the largest was identical to Zhang Bufan.

Each clay figure was wearing Zhang Bufan's clothes.

Each clay figure also had a piece of white cloth covering its face.

You couldn't see what the clay figures looked like at all.

Was this where Bai Shou Zhang (Hundred-Hand Zhang) kept his clay figures?

Where had Bai Shou Zhang gone?

The mountain god temple wasn't that big. If Bai Shou Zhang was in the temple, how could he not be found?

Bai Shou Zhang must have left the clay figures and left. Zhang Bufan couldn't find him even if he wanted to.

Zhang Bufan was anxiously looking for Bai Shou Zhang, but the old man at the door was now standing on the threshold—he could come in?

Zhang Bufan didn't know what to do, so he simply climbed onto the shrine and sat down next to the largest clay figure.

But the clay figure had a white cloth on its face.

Zhang Bufan had nothing on him.

He reached out and tore off the white cloth from the face of the clay figure next to him, covering his own head and sitting cross-legged on the shrine like a clay figure.

Clay figures don't move, but Zhang Bufan couldn't stop trembling.

Before long, he felt movement next to him. He thought it was the clay figure next to him that had moved, and he was so frightened that he tried to move away.

But I could clearly see that Zhang Bufan himself was moving.

At the same time, the old man blocking the temple door turned around.

Just as I was about to see the old man's face, the scenery in front of me seemed to be erased out of thin air, disappearing without a trace.

In that instant, it was as if someone had blocked my eyes, and I couldn't see anything but darkness.

When my vision returned, I was standing in a mourning hall.

Bai Shou Zhang was sitting in the mourning hall, writing obituaries. His name was also written on the memorial tablet in the center of the hall.

Bai Shou Zhang hadn't died, but he had Zhang Bufan set up a mourning hall for him, and told Zhang Bufan that he would find a place to die after sending out the obituaries.

There was no body in the coffin, but Zhang Bufan had to keep vigil for him for three days.

During these three days, he would return once every midnight to say a word to Zhang Bufan.

But the person who came back might not really be him, and the person speaking might not be a dead person or a living person.

You have to distinguish for yourself whether the person who comes is real or fake, and whether the words spoken are right or wrong.

Only one of these three sentences is true. If you believe it, then do as it says.

The path you take in the future depends entirely on which sentence you believe and which thing you do.

Bai Shou Zhang not only made these arrangements, but also sent obituaries to his martial world friends. It read:

Bai Shou Zhang's soul returned to the underworld on the nineteenth day of the third month. Do not come, do not send off, do not remember.

Signed, Bai Shou Zhang in his own handwriting.

No one would believe that someone would send out obituaries for himself, but no one disbelieved the obituaries sent out by Bai Shou Zhang.

His obituary said, "Do not come, do not send off," but everyone who knew Bai Shou Zhang's name came.

But what they saw was a sign erected at the door, which read: Those who enter my door must return the courtesy.

Left by Bai Shou Zhang.

Those who came to see Bai Shou Zhang off, regardless of their status, turned around and left when they saw this sign, not even daring to leave a gift.