"My name is Wang Fugui, and I am the former director of the Xianshan Funeral Home in Wanghai City.

In 1988, when I was 60 years old, because of some coincidences, I opened the predecessor of this funeral home, that is, the Xianshan Crematorium in Wanghai City.

Later, in 07, when the crematorium was going to be developed, a real estate businessman came to talk to me and offered a very high price.

To be honest, because after I became rich, I gradually entered the circle of high society, and I had more contact with some powerful people, and I understood that my land was not worth this price at all, so I was very curious why this real estate businessman would pay such a high price to buy my land.

Later, I asked him to drink several times, and finally I found an opportunity to get him drunk. After that guy got drunk, he revealed a lot of his secrets, and the most shocking thing was that he knew a feng shui gentleman, not the kind of charlatan that can be seen everywhere, but a real master of feng shui.

The feng shui gentleman told him that feng shui is very good, and no matter what business he does, he must make a lot of money, so the real estate businessman will not hesitate to pay such a high price to buy my land.

At that time, while he was drunk, I found the business card of the feng shui gentleman from him. It was through this business card that I met Mr. Feng Shui, and thus came into contact with a world that I could not have imagined before, a mysterious world.

As you know, there are many things in this world that we humans can't explain. The feng shui gentleman told me that he had learned all his skills from a sect that was hidden from the world. The people in this sect are all proficient in the secret art of yin and yang feng shui, and those who have cultivated to the advanced level will be summoned by wind, rain, thunder and lightning. There are also those who cultivate to reach the heavens, and they can achieve immortality.

I was almost 80 years old at that time, do you know what a desirable word immortality is for an 80-year-old person, especially an 80-year-old rich person?

Since then, I have been obsessed, looking up materials everywhere, flipping through ancient books, and even dragging my old body around to visit famous mountains and rivers, trying to find the sect that Mr. Feng Shui said. However, he said that it was a sect hidden outside the world, how could it be so easily found by me, an ordinary man?

I traveled for more than a year, and when I came back, I found that my crematorium had been sold by my unruly son, and then they moved the address to the current place, and renamed it Wanghai Xianshan Funeral Home.

Naturally, I was very dissatisfied, and I lost my temper with the people in my family. I didn't talk to them about Feng Shui, so they didn't know how good Feng Shui was and how profitable they could be over the years, all because of Feng Shui.

But then I learned something, something that made me feel very excited.

I often listen to the small talk of people under my staff, who say that the newly built morgue building is haunted at night, and the corpses placed in the morgue come to life at night, walking around the morgue and making frightening roars.

So I began to send someone to investigate the matter, and after several years of research, after many deaths, I finally discovered the secret of this morgue.

The morgue itself is a paranormal phenomenon – in simple terms, it can resurrect the corpses placed in it, one every night. But the soul in the resurrected corpse is not necessarily the soul of the body before it was alive.

The resurrected corpse and soul are regular, and the resurrected corpse every night is the first of all these corpses to be sent in, and the resurrected soul is the last to be sent down.

Another point is that if the resurrected corpse touches the original body of the soul in the body, then his original body will be resurrected, which is equivalent to two people being resurrected, but their souls are exchanged with each other.

And the most wonderful thing is that the resurrected corpse will become very powerful, and the shorter the corpse has died, the stronger it will be after being resurrected.

So I made a will, that after my death my body would not be cremated, and that it should be disposed of with the best embalming methods, and that it would be placed in this morgue and never moved.

The next thing is simple, every night my body will be resurrected, I must have been the first to be pushed into this morgue, and then the soul that occupies my body will definitely go to find his body after finding himself resurrected, if he can still keep his senses, so that I can be resurrected in his body.

At first, it was very unsuccessful, because the new corpse that was pushed in was either too old or had some serious car accident, and that kind of body was not usable at all.

To be honest, I was in despair at one point, and I didn't know when I would be able to achieve my plan if I went on like this. But at this time, God dropped me a huge pie.

I don't know what happened to this young man I possessed now, it just happened, and you can see that this young man obviously just died, and I only have such great power after I get his body. ”

After Wang Fugui's story is finished, I roughly understand what he means. But there are a few doubts that he has not yet made clear, such as why Zhang Xiaoshan died in a daze, and was placed on the iron frame bed of this morgue like an ordinary corpse. And what's the morgue light? Why do they turn themselves on? The voice-activated light is just a lie that I used to deceive myself, and I don't believe that anyone would put a voice-activated light in the morgue.

I raised these questions to Wang Fugui, Wang Fugui shook his head and said, "I have already told you everything I know, and I don't know anything about the rest." ”

"You'd better be honest. I shook the remote control in my hand in front of his eyes, Wang Fugui's body couldn't help but tremble twice, and there was a cry in his voice, "I really don't know! Please, please!"

I looked at him like a bear, I guess I really didn't know, and asked again: "Then do you know how to change your and Zhang Xiaoshan's bodies back?"

Wang Fugui coughed twice, and said intermittently: "I... I know a way to do it... It should be ok. ”

My face was overjoyed, "Say it quickly!"

Wang Fugui replied: "You need to kill me and Zhang Xiaoshan first, and then push out all the corpses in the morgue, and then push Zhang Xiaoshan's body first, and then push my body in." In this way, when he is resurrected tomorrow night, the first person to come back to life is the complete Zhang Xiaoshan. ”

I thought about this logic carefully, and found that this Wang Fugui is really a talent, according to the law he said, "The corpse that is resurrected every night is the first corpse to be sent in, and the resurrected soul is the one that is sent down at the latest", he said that this method seems to be indeed feasible.

Then now there is a new question before me, I stand up and look around, this place has been tossed by the battle tonight, how should I explain it tomorrow during the day?

The most important thing is that the morgue on the second floor has basically been demolished, there are two large holes in the floor, and the entire morgue and the room where the urn is placed on the first floor have basically been connected.

What's wrong with this Nima??

I looked at the miserable situation around me with my teeth and couldn't help but scratch my ears and cheeks.

After thinking about it, I suddenly remembered that not so long ago, I seemed to be in the same situation!

Where is it?

Car accident!

Yes, yes, the culprit who got me involved in all this incident was the car accident caused by the driver!

The scene of the car accident was very miserable, the car was smashed to pieces, the protective nets on both sides of the road were also smashed to pieces, and I almost finished my calf.

And after a good night's sleep, I woke up the next morning, and everything was back to feeling like it had never happened.

According to Mr. Zhang, this matter should be done by the recycling team!

I immediately took out the phone and called Mr. Zhang, this big brother should have fallen asleep at this time, and the bell rang for a long time before he was picked up.

"Hey, who's not sleeping in the middle of the night, what's the call?"

I coughed dryly, "This... It's me, Mr. Zhang, I'm Wu Zheng. ”

"Wu Zheng, which Wu Zheng?" Mr. Zhang didn't seem to have woken up yet, his mind was still a little confused, and he pondered for a long time before he reacted, "Oh Wu Zheng! What's wrong?"

"That, Mr. Zhang, something is wrong with me here, and I may need someone from the recovery team to come and take a look. ”

I briefly told Mr. Zhang about the current situation, which probably means that the situation has basically been figured out, but the damage at the scene is more serious, and people from the recovery team are needed to restore the scene.

After listening to my report, Mr. Zhang agreed very happily, and immediately sent a recovery team to my location.

After I thanked Mr. Zhang, I hung up the phone.

After looking around again, he sighed, and the people of the recovery team must have dropped their jaws in surprise when they saw this scene, this place looked like it had been bombarded by cannonballs.

I smiled self-deprecatingly, only to realize that something seemed wrong.

After carefully looking at the surrounding environment, my eyes fell on the mud pit in front of me,

!!A DJ!!Wang Fugui, where did his grandson go? Wasn't he still here just now?

In the mud puddle in front of me, there was only a torn and tattered power grid, and the bare-bottomed Wang Fugui was gone, along with my coat.

Turning his head to look at the retainer who had been standing beside me, I couldn't help but complain: "Why didn't you tell me when that old bastard ran away??"

Jia Chen turned his head to look at me in a daze, no, he didn't actually have eyes, he could only say that he turned his head around, facing me, and then froze, because he didn't speak, and he didn't have his own thoughts.

"Alas. . . I sighed involuntarily, when could you have your own artificial intelligence, at least you could talk to me.

I reluctantly found a stable place to sit down, took out a cigarette from my arms, lit it and took a deep breath, and spit out a large smoke ring.

At this time, I suddenly remembered that the last time I killed ants alone, my subsystem seemed to have been upgraded!