The empty morgue was full of cold air, and Ling Motang was about to take a step closer to inspect the corpse, but footsteps suddenly sounded outside the house, and he vaguely heard the conversation between the two. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"This corpse just arrived today?"

"No, he's still a person who has already cultivated spiritual power."

……

Ling Motang secretly shouted "Oops", the morgue was empty and there was no place to hide.

As they spoke, the two pushed the door open and entered the morgue.

The corpses in the morgue were parked neatly, and Wang Zhao led Huang Hua towards Wan Ziyan's corpse, "You can be mentally prepared, this dead elephant is not very good-looking." Wang Zhao grabbed the corner of the white cloth in one hand and smiled flatteringly at Huang Hua.

Huang Hua covered his nose and said impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense." ”

As Wang Zhao lifted the white cloth, Wan Ziyan's body was exposed to the air.

Huang Hua's eyes wandered over Wan Ziyan's corpse, while Wang Zhao looked around, and suddenly pointed to a morgue bed and wondered: "When I sent the corpses in the afternoon, there were obviously only twelve corpses, why is there one more?" ”

After saying that, Wang Zhao lifted the white cloth from the corpses one by one to confirm them one by one, Ling Motang's heart was pounding, and seeing that Wang Zhao was about to walk to her side, suddenly Huang Hua said to Wang Zhao: "That's it." ”

When Wang Zhao heard this, he immediately smiled, and ran towards Huang Hua: "Then ......" his fingers fiddled.

"Take it." Huang Hua threw a bag of silver to Wang Zhao: "You carry this corpse and follow me to a place." ”

Wang Zhao, who received the money, put Wan Ziyan's body on his body without saying a word, and followed Huang Hua out of the morgue.

The footsteps faded away, "Whew." Ling Motang lifted the white cloth on his body, and turned his head to meet a skull, "I'm scared to death." Ling Motang was stunned, and after a while, he jumped off the bed and put the white cloth back on the skull.

When leaving, Ling Motang put some paper money on the desolate village, and recited scriptures in his mouth to overtake the dead spirits.

When he arrived at the inn, it was already sub-hour, the door of the inn had been closed, Ling Motang did not avoid waking up the others, so he climbed up the window outside the inn, and finally climbed to the window of his room, and was about to open the window, when suddenly the window was opened from the inside out.

"Holy." Ling Motang's cold hair stood up, just a little bit, fortunately the window was opened on the other side, otherwise she would have been pushed down directly by the window.

Ling Motang stepped on the edge of the window and slowly moved to the side, poked his head to look in, and Ling Motang was stunned.

Isn't this Shen Yuan, the frequency of seeing this person has been too frequent recently, based on the law that nothing good happens every time he sees Shen Yuan, Ling Motang firmly believes that Shen Yuan's visit this time is not a good thing.

"I'm ......" Ling Motang pulled at the window: "You don't see me, I'll go down first." With that, he propped his hand on the window and moved his foot downward.

"Come up." Shen Yuan's face was expressionless, and he reached out and grabbed Ling Motang's wrist.

Ling Motang's head poked up again, with a distressed expression: "You first say whether this time is a good thing or a bad thing, if it's a bad thing, I'll jump from here." ”

Shen Yuan's lips seemed to be upturned, but his tone was flat: "Bad thing." He clasped his hands over his shoulders and waited for Ling Motang to jump off the building.

Ling Motang: ...... This man doesn't follow the routine.

"Life is precious." Ling Motang emphasized that under Shen Yuan's gaze, she stubbornly climbed over the window bar and stood firm face to face with Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan glanced at Ling Motang and turned around to sit down, leaving Ling Motang alone against the cold wind of the window, and his face hurt so much.

"Come here." Shen Yuan's expression was indifferent.

Ling Motang closed the window and slowly moved towards Shen Yuan: "Uncle, what else do you say?" ”

Shen Yuan had never seen Ling Motang call him "Master Shen Zhuang" with the same respect as others, Ling Motang was not in shape, he pretended to be afraid of him on the surface, but in fact, he didn't know how many times he scolded him in his heart.

Shen Yuan knew all this, but he didn't mention it.

He acquiesced to Ling Motang's various names for him, and that was because he didn't have to worry about a dying person.

[I'm too sleepy, I can't hold on, it's not full of 2000 words, I'll make it up in the original chapter tomorrow, good night]