No matter what I do, my husband's body won't rot
Today marks the 49th day since my husband died.
I looked down at my husband's corpse, which seemed to be alive. I tried everything: warming it, moistening it, everything, but my husband's corpse did not decay, not even a little.
"I hear the cries of the suffering soul imprisoned in the prison of the flesh."
The medium whom I had difficulty finding, whether he was my husband's friend or not, gave off an air of being somewhere between a shaman and a cult.
I don't really trust it though...
"Erne, I'll get you out of there. Are you listening?"
Well, let's move on since the one paying the bills seems satisfied.
"From now on, I will begin the process of opening Sir Erne's body and guiding his soul to where it should go."
I listened to the medium's explanation and scanned Erne with my eyes.
Erne, lying naked on the makeshift altar, looked like he was in a deep sleep.
"Madam, please come closer too."
I frowned. I didn't want to go near it. Who would want to go near a corpse that wasn't decaying or wearing any shrouds? It would be better if there was something to cover it.
Even the place chosen by the medium for me was near Erne's lower body.
"Come on, Madam. Erne is crying in there right now. Can't you hear his sad sound?"
Yeah, I can't even hear it myself.
I glanced at my husband's sobbing friend and then took a big step forward, wanting to dispose of this ominous corpse as quickly as possible.
The reason I got involved in this useless business was because I wanted to get rid of the body as quickly as possible. Bury it in the ground, burn it, whatever!
Even without the cursed mansion, the house price was already cut in half, and if rumors spread that there was a bizarre corpse like this, the house price could plummet to the ground.
Oh my, this is terrible.
"What is to be lost will be lost, and will never remain."
At the medium's signal. the husband's friend held out his hand. The sharp blade of the dagger brushed the tip of his finger. Blood flowed from the gap between the flesh and rippled down onto the husband's forehead.
At that moment, the husband's eyelashes, which had been waiting, seemed to move slightly, but neither the man nor the medium responded.
Did I see something wrong?
Well, it's a corpse that isn't even breathing, so there's no way it would have moved its eyelashes.
"Madam, put out your hand. You must drop a drop of blood precisely onto the root of Sir Erne."
The root is the first of the three gates in the body and is where life is born. In other words, it is the center of Erne's important part.
To be honest, I hesitated, but I would go through hell for the sake of the house price.
"Wherever you go, you will go. This is not your destination. If you can't leave, you will only suffer."
The medium turned to me. I held out my hand, anticipating the pain to come. A burning pain shot through my fingers.
If only a few drops of blood could solve my headache.
I bit my lip as I brought my bleeding fingers close to my husband's groin.
The moment a drop of blood fell onto his skin.
"...?"
The muscle in his tights, like a stallion, contracted. This time, it wasn't because of my mood. The back of my neck felt creepy.
Just as I was about to step back in surprise, a hand flew out like the wind and grabbed my wrist.
"...You, what are you?"
A voice that seemed incomprehensible broke the frozen silence.
"You were doing that, weren't you?"
My leg suddenly gave out and I collapsed to the ground with my wrists still held.
My dead husband came back to life. I had some strange misunderstanding, thinking that someone might think I was a character from an adult novel.
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