Shocking the Whole Internet! You Are Not a Psychologist at All!

Chapter 441 - 441: 441 Return of the Dead

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

As the village’s wealthiest man and the Dong family’s eldest son, Dong Mingshan’s words were quite influential.

Even though the villagers felt uneasy, this was the Dong family’s business, after all.

In addition, Dong Mingshan had invested a lot of money in the village and held shares in many of the village enterprises.

Finally, under Dong Mingshan’s insistence, the funeral ceremony was carried out in an orderly manner.

“If you don’t listen to people’s advice, disaster will come!!!”

Daoist Yunxiao stomped his feet as he watched the funeral procession gradually leave.

Burial, monument, worship…

After a series of procedures, it was already afternoon.

At around 4 p.m., Dong Mingshan personally drove Chen Yu back to the psychological treatment room.

“After this matter ends, they might not appreciate your kindness.”

“Therefore, you have to be mentally prepared.”

Dong Mingshan took out a cigarette and lit it. He sighed. “I didn’t expect things to turn out like this.”

“You know that everything can’t be as you wish, and you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“You have done everything with a clear conscience, but there will always be people who think you have ulterior motives.”

After saying so, Chen Yu glanced at the sky and smiled. “It’s getting late. The second act of the big show is about to begin.”

“Go home and be careful.”

“Sigh.”

Dong Mingshan looked worried. He took two puffs of his cigarette and threw the cigarette butt on the ground.

He closed the car door and drove away.

It was midnight, and everything was quiet.

The Dong family’s residence, which had been bustling for a day, returned to silence.

After sorting out his mother’s belongings, Dong Mingshan returned to his room with heavy footsteps.

After tomorrow, this house will no longer be inhabited.

Dong Mingshan would only bring his family back here during the Qingming Festival, the Chinese New Year Festival, and the Winter Festival every year.

Dong Mingshan glanced at the portrait of his mother on the table and covered himself with a quilt before sleeping.

“Whoosh…”

After some time, Dong Mingshan was awakened by a gust of wind.

Someone had opened the few windows that were originally closed.

The pale moonlight shone into the room through the window.

The moonlight dimly illuminated his mother’s portrait.

The portrait, the moonlight, and the window that suddenly opened added a bit of gloominess to the room.

“Mingshan — Mingshan —”

At this moment, Dong Mingshan heard a strange and resentful voice.

“Mother?”

Dong Mingshan turned his head abruptly. The blood in his body was almost cold.

Behind him, by the bed, stood his dead mother!

“Mother, you…”

Dong Mingshan was about to speak when something unexpected happened.

Mother Dong, standing still, raised her hands and stretched them out.

His fingers, which should have been bald, grew black nails that were a few centimeters long.

Dong Mingshan fled as he saw Mother Dong’s hands reaching for his neck.

He quickly took two steps back and leaned against the window. “You want to kill me?”

Mother Dong raised her hands and jumped onto the bed like a zombie.

In the next second, Mother Dong jumped from the bed in a strange posture and landed two meters away from Dong Mingshan.

Dong Mingshan could see Mother Dong’s face more clearly under the moonlight.

Mother Dong’s face was as pale as paper, and the muscles on her face were ferocious and terrifying.

His eyes were filled with a blood-curdling ferocity.

She was wearing the burial clothes she had worn when she was buried, and there was a rope tied to each of her ankles.

At that moment, she was very different from the person in Dong Mingshan’s memory.

When her mother was alive, she was kind and amiable. No matter who she talked to, she was always gentle and compassionate.

She had never lost her temper and would never be as ferocious and terrifying as she was now.

In front of him was not his mother, but a terrifying zombie!

Dong Mingshan’s mother moved her body and jumped toward Dong Mingshan.

“Mother, I’m sorry!”

Dong Mingshui kicked the bedroom door open.

Dong Mingshui took a mini Bagua mirror from his trouser pocket and threw it at his mother.

“Bang!”

With a dull thud, Mother Dong seemed to have been sent flying by an invisible force and finally crashed into the wall.

“Second brother, what are you doing?”

Dong Mingshan said in surprise.

“The Bagua mirror is a magic tool given to me by Daoist Priest Yunxiao. He predicted that something would happen tonight.”

“I was worried you wouldn’t believe what he said, so I took the baqua mirror myself.”

“He told me to pay more attention to the movements in your room.”

“If there is any movement, I will immediately bring the mirror to save you.”

Dong Mingshui explained everything in one breath.

Daoist Yunxiao repeatedly mentioned that the coffin must not be buried before fulfilling his mother’s wish.

Once buried, his mother’s corpse would become an evil corpse.

Then, a zombie transformation occurred.

His mother, who was supposed to be lying in the grave, suddenly returned to the Dong family.

If she wasn’t a zombie, then what was she?

Fortunately, Daoist Yunxiao was prepared and gave him the bagua mirror.

Without it, Dong Mingshan would have been a dead man.

Pata… pata…

At this moment, a large number of footsteps came from outside.

The driver, Old Wang, and a few relatives who stayed over to help the Dong family all rushed over when they heard the ruckus.

Everyone was about to ask what had happened when they saw Mother Dong’s corpse lying on the ground, motionless.

“Wasn’t the old woman buried? What the… Why is she here?”

Old Wang and the relatives in the city were trembling in fear.

Everyone participated in the burial.

He saw the coffin being placed in the grave and then buried.

Anyone who saw this scene would be scared out of their wits.

Dong Mingshan wiped the sweat off his face and said tremblingly, “Let’s not talk about this for now. Call all the relatives in the village to the hall. I have something to say to everyone.”

Dong Mingshui looked at her mother’s corpse with a complicated expression.

“Old Wang, uncles and aunties, please wait in the living room.”

Then, Dong Mingshui sent everyone away.

Dong Mingshan took a deep breath and nodded heavily.

Dong Mingshui glanced at the people downstairs and said in a low voice, “Daoist Yunxiao has repeatedly warned us not to bury Mother. Otherwise, the whole village will suffer.”

“You would rather believe a young boy’s words than an expert’s warning.”

“Now that such a thing has happened, our Dong family is embarrassed.”

Before he could finish his words, there was a violent banging outside the Dong family’s mansion.

Dong Mingshan didn’t have time to talk to his brother. He walked out of the house and ordered someone to open the door.

In an instant, countless villagers and Dong family members flooded into the hall.

“What’s wrong?” An old man in his seventies with a walking stick raised his head and asked. “Dong family’s eldest son, did your mother come home?”

Dong Mingshui’s expression changed drastically.

“Old Village Chief, why are you here?”

Dong Mingshan asked hesitantly.

“Don’t say such useless things! Tell everyone immediately. Is your mother home?”

“To be honest, my mother has indeed returned. She’s in the room behind me.”

Upon hearing this, the dozens of people who came in seemed to have exploded. There were all kinds of expressions on their faces.

Panic, fear, and hatred.

There were also a few people who were obviously gloating.

“Mr. Dong, oh Mr. Dong, you ruined the entire village!!!”

The old village chief was furious..