Before Lan Xiaoyu could react, he was suddenly pulled out by a powerful force, and the corpse cabinet fence with one person fell heavily to the ground.

Before he had time to think about it, Lan Xiaoyu quickly got up and rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the oncoming attack.

After settling in the darkness, Lan Xiaoyu finally saw the whole picture of the person who had "rescued" him from the corpse cabinet.

A white coat, thick glasses, a stethoscope around the neck and a scalpel clenched in the hand, this ......

Lan Xiaoyu asked in a daze, "Doctor?" Still..."Before he finished speaking, the eldest brother dressed as a doctor on the other side suddenly let out a low roar and rushed over in an instant.

Seeing this, Lan Xiaoyu didn't talk nonsense, and shouted: "Briquette, stand aside and watch me perform." With that, he directly raised his fist and hit the doctor's big brother in the face.

Immediately, the two began to scuffle back and forth, and the scene looked extremely "bloody......

At this time, the middle-aged man in another morgue waited for a long time and didn't see Lan Xiaoyu come back, and probably understood something, but his face did not show a trace of disappointment, but instead smiled and said: "Hehe, I failed again, although I can't remember how many times it is, but Old Ghost Lin, your corpse cabinet should be almost full......

"Corpse cabinet?"

A sudden voice startled the middle-aged man.

"You, who are you?" The young man in front of him, who didn't know when he appeared, was leaning back on the chair and looking at himself coldly, and the middle-aged man was a little panicked.

"Ghost man? Hehe, what a rare breed. Cheng Yang said with a sneer.

The middle-aged man suddenly broke into a cold sweat when he heard this, and no one knew about the identity of the ghost corpse man except for the guy who cast the spell.

Even the Taoist monks hired by the hospital to clear the ghost disaster couldn't see through who this guy was in front of him.

Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't speak, Cheng Yang suddenly smiled and said, "If you can't get back the magic weapon that contains your soul, you can only keep this embarrassing state of not being a human or a ghost." ”

After listening to Cheng Yang's words, the middle-aged man's eyes widened and he stammered, "You, how do you know so much?" Could it be that there are "people" like me in other places? ”

Cheng Yang glanced at this person and said slowly: "I have no interest in how many people there are in your race, I only know that it must be an evil sorcerer who can refine your ghost corpses, and now you take me to him, I suspect that one of my idiot friends is there......"

At this time, Lan Xiaoyu was inseparably fighting with the monster dressed as a doctor.

Thankfully, this monster is only a little stronger than ordinary people, but it doesn't know any magic spells, and Lan Xiaoyu won't have a hard time dealing with him.

The combat power of physical cultivation is determined by the amount of physical skills mastered, so Lan Xiaoyu, who can only use one kind of grappling technique, is not very powerful, and can only be said to be slightly stronger than the five scumbags......

Finally, after wasting all the strength, this "doctor" was taken down by Lan Xiaoyu with great difficulty.

"Who else is worthy of being my opponent, hey..."At this time, Lan Xiaoyu stepped on the enemy and stood with his hands in his hands, quite a feeling of invincibility, but with that cheap face, he ......

Just when Lan Xiaoyu sighed, the corpse cabinets around him suddenly opened by themselves, and many corpses in different costumes and roared crawled out of it, although the bodies of these guys were relatively stiff and inflexible, but this number was too much, if they were surrounded by them, they could say goodbye to the world.

Seeing this, Lan Xiaoyu didn't want to sigh anymore, and quickly ran towards the door of the afterlife room, shouting as he ran: "Come on, zombies have started to cosplay!" ”

......

At this time, under the leadership of the middle-aged man, Cheng Yang came to the entrance of the afterlife room.

"I can't go forward, otherwise I will definitely be caught by that guy, if you can get that magic weapon in a while, please be sure to hand it over to me, as long as you can give me back my freedom, I am willing to ......" Cheng Yang waved his hand, did not let the middle-aged man continue, and went directly down the stairs to the corridor leading to the living room.

"It's not a normal space here." Cheng Yang muttered to himself.

Looking at the old man standing at the door of the death room, Cheng Yang took out his broken blade.

"Son, go back quickly, don't come." The old man whispered to Cheng Yang, gesturing backwards as he spoke.

Seeing this, Cheng Yang frowned, and said in his heart: "Look at the residual Dao Qi on this guy's body, it should be that evil magician, yes, I didn't expect it, he actually refined himself into a ghost corpse, it's really a big forest, there are all kinds of birds." ”

After Cheng Yang approached, Fu Bo suddenly covered Cheng Yang's mouth with his hand, and whispered: "Child, listen, the corpses in the morgue are starting to make noise again, no matter what you do, don't come here at this time, it's not clean here." ”

"Do you know what's going on inside?" Cheng Yang asked coldly.

"What else could it be, hey... You kid, forget it, you go into the house with me first, and tell you slowly, it's too dangerous. As he spoke, he was going to pull Cheng Yang into the detention room.

Seeing this, Cheng Yang sneered, and without saying a word, he directly took the ghost slashing knife and cut off Fu Bo's head, blood gushed out from his neck like a fountain, and a huge head rolled to the ground, "I thought you were strong." Cheng Yang shook off the blood on the knife and said lightly.

"Come on, zombies are starting to cosplay!"

Lan Xiaoyu's voice came out of the afterlife room, and before he had time to deal with the corpses on the ground, Cheng Yang kicked the door of the afterlife room directly with a beautiful roundabout kick.

I saw that Lan Xiaoyu was leading an army of zombies to run towards him at a speed of 100 meters at a speed of 100 meters, and he didn't have time to think about it, Cheng Yang directly crossed Lan Xiaoyu and stepped forward, and after kicking one down, he used the broken blade in his hand to kill all the "zombies" present one after another like cutting tofu, and Lan Xiaoyu was very sick to his stomach when he saw the corpse wreckage all over the ground.

"I'm a mother, why did you come, I almost slept here just now." Lan Xiaoyu said breathlessly.

Cheng Yang glanced at Lan Xiaoyu lightly, "Because I'm lost." ”

Lan Xiaoyu: "......"

After the two went out, they did not clean up the scene, and according to Cheng Yang's words, these jobs were reserved for the "relevant departments......

"Little Master, that magic weapon, you ......" As soon as the two of them walked out of the basement, they met the middle-aged man who had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing him, Lan Xiaoyu smiled, and just wanted to go up and tease, but was directly dragged back by Cheng Yang, who was speechless.

"Why are we going back?" Lan Xiaoyu asked suspiciously.

Cheng Yang didn't say a word the whole time, frowning tightly.

When the two of them return to the afterlife room again, something strange happens.

At that time, the body of Fu Bo who was killed by Cheng Yang was gone, even the blood stains on the ground were gone, and the door of the afterlife room didn't know when it was closed, and the lock that was kicked open by Cheng Yang was actually restored to its original state, and everything was no different from the beginning, including the dust on the door...

While the two of them were stunned, an old voice sounded behind them.

"What are you doing, young man?"

(End of chapter)