Fight, Flight, or Freeze: The Healer's Story
Chapter 252: White Funeral Banners

Chapter 252: White Funeral Banners

The ants were back in full force with that offer. As I reached over to rub my arms to get rid of the feeling, I could see white funeral banners hanging from the tree in front of us.

What the hell? Where did those come from?

I blinked rapidly, looking directly at the tree, but there was nothing. Only a gentle gust of wind blew through the branches, making the leaves dance.

However, when I looked at the same thing from the corner of my eye, I could see the funeral banners.

Ah, fuck my life.

I tugged Bin An Sha’s sleeve since he was closest to me and pulled him down until I could whisper in his ear. "Whoever they want to be healed, it needs to happen soon. There is going to be a death in this house if we keep beating around the bush."

Straightening up, Bin An Sha looked down at me, his eyebrow raised as if to ask me how that was his problem.

"It’s not," I grunted, not caring who heard. "It’s an ant issue."

I rubbed my arms again, but the pain didn’t stop. So I started scratching at my skin, trying to relieve the pain and pressure of this premonition.

And I have come to accept that that was what this was. The ants were the first step in a premonition. If I paid attention to their sign, I wouldn’t suffer any pain or see anything I didn’t want to.

But if I ignored it, then it would only get worse and worse until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Letting out a long sigh, I snarled at Rip, unable to control my temper as my body was riding me this hard. "Either snap his neck and be done with it or knock him unconscious."

Wei Xiao Li’s head snapped around to me as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard coming from my mouth. "Whatever happened to ’do no harm’?" he scoffed, clearly rethinking this whole thing.

"That only comes into play when I am not the one being harmed. Right now, I am. So, either shit or get off the pot and take us to the person you wanted to heal before he ends up dying on you. Funeral banners don’t look all that great on this tree. Too creepy," I grunted.

What could I say? I was a female. We could change our minds faster than we could change our clothes. Either keep up or get left behind.

Rip, the wonderful, amazing man that he was, didn’t even question me. With a flick of his wrist, he sent Zhong Bo Hai crashing into the tree behind him. Unconscious but alive.

"Are you ready?" asked Rip, looking at Wei Xiao Li.

Once again, the man blinked, his gaze shifting from me to Rip and then back to me.

"We think that Wu Bai Hee’s spirit power is manipulation. She can manipulate people into doing whatever she asks or have them thinking whatever she wants them to think," I said, doing my best to give him an explanation. But the ants were starting to drive me crazy, and the white sheets were hanging from the tree branches again.

I wonder if they were 500-count sheets. If so, maybe we could just wait until whoever died... died and then take the sheets.

Or is that insensitive? I wasn’t always sure where the line was drawn.

I must have trailed off, my mind going in another direction, because suddenly, Cheng Bo Jing’s voice pulled me from my thoughts of the future. "Her’s is premonition," he explained, tilting his head to me. I waved at Wei Xiao Li like an idiot, but I didn’t know what else to do.

"So when you say that the person is going to end up dying on us," he said slowly. Too slowly for the ants that decided to take a giant bite from the back of my hand.

I looked down, fully expecting to see blood, but there was nothing.

I rubbed my poor, aching flesh before I grunted out another answer. "We are down to a matter of minutes. Maybe an hour if you are lucky. Is that enough time for whoever this is to get their affairs in order? Because we still need to try and find glassware and bedsheets."

Without uttering a word, Wei Xiao Li spun around and strolled quickly to the front door that was almost hidden by vines.

"Does that mean to follow him?" I asked, looking at Cheng Bo Jing for an answer. I didn’t speak, man. I was lacking the appropriate appendages to be able to translate certain things.

"Yup," replied Bai Long Qiang, putting an added emphasis on the ’p.’

Letting out a long sigh, I followed the man, hoping that whatever the future held, it would at least not cause our death.

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"Sir?" called out Wei Xiao Li as he entered the mansion. At least he was kind enough to leave the front door open for us. He was in so much of a hurry that it was hard to keep up with him, especially with my short legs.

Things tall people never seemed to remember; not everyone could walk as fast as they do.

"Xiao Li?" came a hoarse voice from the other side of the room.

I turned to look at a pair of glass doors leading out to the back patio, only to see an elderly man in a wheelchair being pushed inside by Wan Ying.

The man looked to be 90 if he was a day. His skin was dry and wrinkly, and even his eyes had lost the typical shine of a healthy man.

In short, this man already had a foot in the grave, with the second one not far behind.

"You took too long. I was worried," gasped the old man, the seven words causing him to fall into a coughing fit.

Bringing a handkerchief up to his mouth, I watched as he tried to control the shaking of his body as phlegm and blood came up.

Wiping his mouth on the piece of cloth, he looked at me. "And who are they?"

"They are—" started Wan Ying, leaning over the back of the wheelchair to speak to the elderly man, but Wei Xiao Li quickly interjected, cutting him off.