My intuition told me that if there was a problem in a certain link, the answer to the problem must be in Liucheng.

There is one, or even several forces in Liucheng, disturbing Mengyue and the others' sight and delaying them. Those forces, it is clear that I am in Liucheng. Maybe they're trying to dig me out.

Those people should not be able to know for the time being that I have infiltrated the funeral parlor far away from Liucheng. Then again, he has repeatedly overestimated Zhou Yan and the ghost gate in his hands. Maybe my overestimation is too low. The ghost gate is more dangerous and tempting than I thought. Not even inferior to Old Man Chen's corpse.

No, maybe the ghost gate is not related to the old man who doesn't know which dynasty he is in, why he divided his body and divided it into several pieces.

I thought about it for a while, and it wasn't until I touched the chair in the lounge that I came to my senses.

Lao Wang in the morgue glanced at me: "Xiaoye, you didn't sleep well last night?" How do you have a big dark circle under your eyes? ”

Lao Wang paused, shook his head and said: "It's a pity that you didn't sleep well, I saw two strange things in a row yesterday, as a newcomer, it's strange to sleep well." ”

He patted me on the shoulder: "Don't have a psychological burden, after staying in the funeral home for a long time, you will get used to it." ”

"Thank you." I nodded, and sat down in my chair in silence. You have to keep a low profile by yourself, in this Liucheng, where there are all grass and trees, who knows that the people around you don't have spies from those forces? Maybe this old king is!

Lao Wang didn't want to talk much when he saw me, and he didn't speak again. After waiting for a while, when the wall clock on the opposite side rang the bell at nine o'clock, Zhang Hui, the sissy, walked in with a sway.

The aura of my sissy leader is even weaker today, his face is listless, he can't even walk steadily, and he is very weak. He didn't have the strength to pretend to be a mother, and his hand that pushed open the door kept shaking, as if he was suffering from Parkinson's disease.

"Xiao Zhang, you are very weak. Didn't you have breakfast? Lao Wang shouted at Zhang Hui.

Zhang Hui was taken aback, his whole body trembled and looked over, and when he saw that it was the two of us, he was relieved: "People, I really haven't eaten." ”

Lao Wang walked around him a few times: "You don't look right, you didn't sleep all night last night?" ”

"I couldn't sleep, and as soon as I closed my eyes, I saw a paper talisman floating around in my eyes, as well as the corpse of He Yangzhou." Zhang Hui said, his legs trembled, and he knelt on the ground: "That He Yangzhou, he, he won't let me go if he's a ghost." ”

I frowned, there are no ghosts in this world. What's more, the paper talisman that can't be torn off has already fallen off by itself? Although it is now attached to He Yangzhou's forehead, it was stored in Lao Wang's morgue and lay with his wife who hanged herself.

Lao Wang also frowned, he reached out and touched Zhang Hui's forehead, startled: "Your forehead is very cold, like an ice cube." Have you ever applied ice? ”

When I heard this, I also ran over and touched Zhang Hui's forehead. As soon as his hand touched his skin, he felt his fingertips tighten, and a cold, piercing touch rushed from his forehead and rushed directly into his body. The cold aura condensed and did not dissipate, and I even felt like I had heard hallucinations, and my ears were full of screams of terrible ghosts!

He was also taken aback, and took a few steps back, his face pale: "What's going on." It's cold! ”

It took a long time for the piercing cold feeling to gradually dissipate in the body. I shuddered, my heart still pounding. It's just that I touched Zhang Hui's forehead, and I actually had the illusion of going to hell for a trip.

This kind of thing is completely beyond my common sense.

"I haven't applied ice before, I just feel very cold." Zhang Hui shook his head and muttered, "It's that He Yangzhou, he won't let me go." He's become a ghost. ”

"Okay, I think you're obsessed!" Lao Wang shook his head: "I have worked in a funeral home all my life, and since I was sixteen years old, I have been guarding the morgue at the former Liucheng Funeral Home. When I arrived at the Green Mountain Funeral Home, it had been almost ten years, and I had never seen a ghost. ”

"Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean you haven't. What is the paper note that that bastard put on my forehead in He Yangzhou? Why can't his body burn? Zhang Hui roared: "I checked the information yesterday, if a person dies and is not angry, the corpse will turn into a zombie." If that zombie had used some special means before his death, it would be very powerful, and even the fire would not be able to burn! ”

"Enough, don't scare the newcomers." Lao Wang yelled at him, and after muttering for a while, he slowly continued: "The things of the last few days are indeed very strange. Xiao Zhang, you'd better leave the Green Mountain Funeral Home as soon as possible, or even far away from Liucheng. If you do have a connection to those weird things, it's good for everyone to get out of here. ”

Zhang Hui was stunned, feeling that there was some truth in Lao Wang's words, but he couldn't help but be confused again: "Where can I go?" People grew up in Liucheng since childhood, and their social relations are in Liucheng. There are no acquaintances in the field! ”

Hearing this, my heart sank. Why is this a little familiar. In the last incident, when one of the victims was taking notes at the police station, an old policeman also warned her so. But the victim still hasn't escaped. In the end, he died tragically. This time is different from the last time in terms of attributes, but it gives me an inexplicable sense of familiarity. (For details, see "Night Silent Mysterious File 605 Ghost Gate")

Lao Wang sighed: "Didn't I give you the address of a master last time?" Go to him, maybe he can save you! ”

"Yes, yes. Science can't explain this matter, so I can only find a master. Zhang Hui's spirit was shocked, and he hurriedly got up from the ground: "I'll resign right now, and I'll go to the master later." Thank you, Wang. If I can really escape the catastrophe and survive, I will repay you for your kindness in this life. ”

Lao Wang waved his hand: "There is no need to repay the favor, you can do it yourself, go quickly." ”

I watched as Zhang Hui stumbled out of the lounge, his back shrouded in darkness that even the hallway lights couldn't pierce. The shadow under Zhang Hui's feet was like countless twisted snakes, and it was also like the hands of countless unjust souls. He was slowly being dragged into hell.

That was the last time I saw him!

Li Qiang quickly bypassed the surveillance camera and climbed over one of the lowest walls of the funeral home. He was thirty-five years old, had been a soldier, and knew some martial arts. After retiring, he did not find a job, so he simply relied on his courage and the anti-reconnaissance technology he learned in the army to engage in tomb robbing.

Originally, some time ago, he was squatting in Shaanxi to guard an old tomb, and he was about to start. Unexpectedly, a woman actually found him at the door of his nest.

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