"It's still early, let's come back after 0:00!"

"Oh! Lhotse, let's just step on the point, haha! That's right, or you're thoughtful! So why are we going now? ”

Wei Xun said in a low voice as he followed closely behind Zhang Xiaoluo.

"Please have a big meal, fill your belly and have the strength to work!"

Wei Xunyan's eyes lit up when he heard this, he rubbed his hands excitedly, and followed Mo Dongliu into a small noodle restaurant called "Lanzhou Ramen".

"Two bowls of fried noodles, by the way, two more bowls of soup!"

"! ……”

Wei Xun looked at Zhang Xiaoluo's underbeaten face, and his teeth creaked.

Since ancient times, hospitals have even been in the place of yin, and the morgue of the hospital, there is also a place called the morgue by the hospital, which is a place where even doctors with "evil" on their bodies are unwilling to set foot in. People's fear of ghosts and gods is deeply rooted in the bone marrow and will not change depending on the occupation.

The Affiliated Hospital of J City is a well-known comprehensive tertiary hospital in the province, and the bodies of patients who died in accidents or were not rescued in various departments will be temporarily parked in the morgue in the basement of the medical technology building before the family members claim them. And Zhang Xiaoluo clearly remembers that the 18-bed pregnant woman, her husband has not yet come to sign.

After wandering around the roadside for a long time, the ghost-catching duo finally waited until 0:00 and quietly infiltrated the hospital that was extremely silent.

Zhang Xiaoluo only knew that the morgue was in the basement, but he never went inside. The elevator is absolutely unacceptable, and modern technology has something called a "camera" that will get him into some trouble. Although he is not afraid of trouble, but the trouble that can be avoided, Zhang Daguan will not be full and take the initiative to pounce.

Descending the dark staircase to the basement, a rusty iron door blocked the way of the two.

Wei Xun didn't wait for Zhang Xiaoluo to speak, took a step forward to the side of the iron door, took out a thin wire from his pocket, bent down and pounded for a while, stretched out his hand and pulled, the iron door made a low "squeak" sound, and he slowly pulled it open.

"Hey, hey! The little skill of carving insects is far worse than my grandfather's old craft! ”

Wei Xun's face, hidden in the darkness, faintly revealed a smug look.

Inside the iron door was a long corridor, the lights in the corridor were dim, and gusts of goosebump-inducing cold air were slowly poured into the air vent in the corner of the corridor.

In the corner of the corridor, there was a camera that rotated from time to time, and Wei Xun stood outside the iron door, squinted at the camera, took a step back, and gave way to the doorway.

"Lhotse, it's your turn!"

Zhang Xiaoluo didn't say much, walked to the iron door that had been opened a crack, and squinted his eyes slightly towards the camera in the corner of the corridor. He stretched out his right hand, which was still a little black, pinched his fingers and pointed at the camera. A cloud of white mist instantly appeared in the corner of the wall, slowly spreading.

Zhang Xiaoluo waited for another moment before stepping out of the iron door and standing in the corridor of the morgue. The shadow in front of him was stretched long by the dim light, and was reflected in the cold, glowing hallway.

Zhang Xiaoluo waited for Wei Xun to come in before slowly walking along the empty corridor.

The morgue does not have brick walls like hospital wards, but waist-high walls of white-painted cement with tempered glass with blurred window stickers above them. Through the blurry window stickers, you can see rows of cold silver mortuaries like medicine cabinets in Chinese medicine shops.

Not far ahead, there was the thick alloy door of the morgue, and Zhang Xiaoluo looked at Wei Xun behind him again. Wei Xun's lips were already blue, and when he saw Zhang Xiaoluo looking at him again, he didn't hesitate at all, and stepped forward again and lowered his head to pound the lock of the alloy door.

The dim electric light in the hallway on one side of the alloy door flickered a few times, and finally went out. At the end of the hallway, there was a sudden sound of shredded footsteps. The footsteps were not loud, sometimes far and sometimes near, intermittently, but it clearly reached Zhang Xiaoluo's ears.

Wei Xun didn't seem to hear the strange footsteps, and was still bent over, pouting his ass and studying the door lock. Zhang Xiaoluo stretched out his hand and took out an inch-long peachwood sword from his waist, turned to the direction where the footsteps came from, and narrowed his eyes into a slit.

"Are you coming for her?"

With a lifeless sound came out, a fluttering white shadow appeared at the end of the other end of the corridor, as the white shadow advanced, gusts of wind blew in the face, where the white shadow passed, the window stickers on both sides of the corridor on top of the alloy glass, actually dripping from the top of the wall A large area of blood, the blood was viscous, and it flowed down the alloy glass and flowed to the low wall under the glass.

"Quack!"

The alloy door made a crisp sound, and was finally opened by Wei Xun, who smiled "hehe" at Zhang Xiaoluo and dodged into the morgue.

Zhang Xiaoluo stretched out his hand and took out a rune seal full of runes from his arms, clamped it between his fingers, and with a slight force on his fingertips, a drop of blood appeared on his fingers, and he gently wiped the blood towards the rune seal, and the rune instantly turned red, and the mysterious rune on it faintly glowed with golden light.

"Go!"

Zhang Xiaoluo waved his hand and threw out the talisman seal, and the talisman instantly became larger in the air, like a large yellow cloth embroidered with countless golden runes, heading towards the white shadow that was slowly coming on the opposite side, and actually covered the entire white shadow tightly.

The blood that had spread to most of the corridor, the moment the white shadow was covered, flew out of the wall in unison, turned into drops of dark blood, and shot towards the yellow cloth.

The yellow cloth was instantly dyed dark red, and the golden rune gradually dimmed, and finally flickered a few times, and then went out.

The rune that had turned into a bloody cloth wriggled strangely, and finally transformed into a bloody man made of dirty blood.

"I don't want to be the enemy of yin and yang, so why should you meddle!"

The bloody man shifted rapidly, and the floor of the corridor behind him was soaked with wriggling blood. He stood ten feet opposite Zhang Xiaoluo and spoke hoarsely.

"Yin and Yang are in the same vein, and there are ten thousand ghosts outside the underworld, and evil ghosts will kill people, and they will be punished!"

Zhang Xiaoluo squinted his eyes and looked coldly at the blood-colored figure opposite, his voice low and firm.

"You're going to punish me? Very good! ”

The blood-colored ghost suddenly raised his hand, and the blood-boiling palm quickly became larger, and finally turned into a huge blood-colored ghost claw, grabbing towards Zhang Xiaoluo.

Zhang Xiaoluo stretched out his hand, and a jet-black silk thread flew out in an instant, facing the blood-colored ghost claw. The silk thread was sharp, and it actually penetrated through the palm of the ghost claw, and quickly wrapped around it several times, tightly wrapping the blood-colored ghost claw.

Zhang Xiaoluo took a step forward, and the next moment he appeared in front of the ghost claw, he shook the peachwood sword in his hand, slashed through the ghost claw, and stabbed straight into the chest of the blood-colored ghost shadow.

The moment the blood-colored ghost struck the chest of the peachwood sword, the blood on the chest churned, and a hole the size of a bowl appeared, which could avoid the blow of the peachwood sword in the chest.

Zhang Xiaoluo turned his thorn into a slash, and the peachwood sword slid to the right side, slashing through the front chest of the ghost. A thick fishy smell came out, and the ghost's figure fell down in an instant, turning into gurgling blood again. The blood squirmed rapidly, and in a moment it turned into a blood-colored ghost again.

With a wave of the blood-colored ghost's sleeves, the dirty blood behind him instantly rose up, like a dark red cloak, floating behind the blood-colored ghost.