In the dead of night, there is no half of a figure at the end of Nanfu Road, which is particularly quiet. Although it is barely an urban area, it has no bustling atmosphere at all, which is in stark contrast to the street that is still bustling at the end of the street just a street away.

The reason is simple, no one hangs around the morgue in the middle of the night, even if you are bold, you can't get into bad luck, right? And I don't know if it's because of the topography or if it's really yin, the temperature in this neighborhood is always much lower than the surrounding streets, and there is always a cold wind blowing on the side of the road at night, which makes people shudder. In addition, this road has been around for many years, and the road has been releveled in the past two years, but the street lights on the side of the road are always on and off, which is even more gloomy, so that there are many haunted rumors here.

The security guard on duty Lao Liu has long been accustomed to this atmosphere, which has little to do with guts, but no matter who has been here for a few years, he will naturally get used to it, after all, the inertia of time is very strong. Besides, although the environment is a little worse, but the job is well paid, and it is idle, after all, the thieves in this year are more shrewd than the other, and Lao Liu, who has come to this veritable "ghost place" to steal things in his brain, has not seen one in his security career in the past few years.

Brewing a large cup of local tea brought by his hometown, Lao Liu spread out the newspaper and prepared to spend a leisurely evening as usual.

Smack!

At this moment, he was suddenly startled by the knocking glass on his side, and subconsciously raised his head, and the next moment, Lao Liu didn't remember anything. In his remaining consciousness, there was only a deep black that shone with a strange brilliance, like a whirlpool that completely attracted his mind.

Leaving the security guard to sleep in the sentry booth, Ye Ye's index finger lightly rotated a series of keys and swaggered into the morgue. He had already experimented, and although in the real world various supernatural abilities were severely suppressed, such as the Cloud Concealment Technique, which summoned water vapor to form clouds, it was almost impossible to use, but the abilities such as the Suggestion Technique and the Illusion Technique, which did not affect matter but acted on the spirit, were much more relaxed, and not much stricter than in the strongest world in history.

With these two abilities in his body, Ye Ye easily found out that the body of ** was taken back by his relatives and temporarily placed here after a forensic autopsy, so he took advantage of the middle of the night to investigate.

Walking into the morgue, Ye Ye frowned slightly, and in his extremely keen senses, wisps of cold aura that was so faint that it was almost imperceptible wrapped around him, although it did not cause a drop in physical temperature, but mentally it made people feel cold subconsciously.

"It seems that the statement that this kind of place is heavy is not groundless."

Ye Ye muttered to himself, although he didn't know what the consequences would be after being entangled in these cold aura, he didn't think it was necessary to try at all. Usually, in order not to attract attention, Ye Ye relied on his in-depth control of his body to lock all the strong essence and spirit in his body, which looked no different from ordinary students, at this time, he slightly loosened his control, and the vigorous qi and blood that was far beyond ordinary people suddenly came out of the steam, which was visible to the naked eye, and instantly swept away the cold aura around his body.

"This is it."

According to the information inquired, Ye Ye walked to one of the morgues, opened the door and pulled the corpse out, and looked at it carefully.

"Tsk, that's miserable."

Knowing that he saw the corpse of ** with his own eyes, Ye Ye knew what Ye Ningbi meant when he said that it was like being divided by a fierce beast. Although it has been sewn and patched to beautify as much as possible, the corpse of ** is still incomplete, obviously missing several large pieces of meat, like scars cut by sharp claws all over the body, although the makeup artist has tried his best to beautify, but he can still barely distinguish the strong horror that solidified on his face when he died, obviously died tragically in extreme fear.

Time passed little by little, and a dark cloud drifted across the sky outside the building, obscuring the moonlight shining in from the skylight, making the dimly lit morgue even darker, and the sound of water droplets leaking out of nowhere made people upset, adding to the cold atmosphere here.

Ye Ye stood in the gloomy morgue with a normal face, looking down at the broken corpse carefully, carefully distinguishing the subtle residual power on the corpse.

Distorted expressions, pale corpses, suspenseful claw marks, and terrifying murderers, these elements are enough to start a suspenseful thriller blockbuster.

"Found it."

Suddenly, Ye Ye's spirits perked up, his eyes were blazing, and he stretched out his finger and gently brushed over a claw mark on Zhu Meng's corpse, and the fingertips containing ripple power stuck a trace of strange aura invisible to the naked eye from the depths of the wound, which was exactly the same as the power Ye Ye felt on Bai Lang's body during the day.

"Sure enough, it's you, little brother Bai Lang, or is it more appropriate to call Mr. White Wolf?"

Ye Ye was like a hunter who had caught the tail of a cunning prey, and he laughed in a strange low voice, which echoed throughout the morgue and looked very creepy.

Now that the clues have been found, there is no need to stay here in a daze with the dead people, Ye Ye quickly packed up his hands, erased the memory of the security guard, and left the building.

Half an hour later, Ye Ye's figure has appeared in a high-end villa area, which is one of the luxury real estate developed in the city in the first two years, although the environment and facilities are very superior, but due to the high price, the occupancy rate is only half so far, but all the residents in it are not rich or expensive. Therefore, the security guards here are much more responsible than the security guards in the morgue, but for Ye Ye, there is obviously no difference, and it is still like entering a no-man's land.

"Unit 12B, this is it."

Ye Ye looked at the target in front of him, his clothes fluttered and his figure flashed, quietly blending into the night.

In the study room in the villa, the lights were still bright, illuminating the whole room like day, Bai Lang sat at the desk and read intently. Strangely, however, the book in front of him was neither a complicated economic treatise nor a pastime like a playboy car magazine, but a work about customs and legends around the world, which was somewhat inconsistent with his status as a wealthy second-generation.

Of course, no one stipulates that the rich second generation can't be interested in folklore, after all, it is personal freedom to read what kind of books he wants, but Bai Lang's expression when reading this book is obviously not just as simple as interest, not only engrossed but also from time to time to pick up a pen to write and draw notes, and the dense annotations on the books also show that this is not just his whim.

"Didn't you close the window?"

Bai Lang, who was studying hard, suddenly felt a slight cold wind blowing on his hand, and raised his head a little strangely, only to find that the window was tightly closed intact. Without thinking much about it, Bai Lang lowered his head and was about to put the book in his hand back into his hand, when a cold wind blew across his cheeks that was significantly more obvious than just now, making him feel a sharp spirit.

Upon closer inspection, the window was still closed as before, and the cold wind had disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared at all, but Bai Lang was very sure that it was not his illusion.

"Strange..."

Although there was no major reaction yet, Bai Lang had raised his vigilance a little and became vigilant. At this moment, another cold wind blew from behind him, this time as if someone was blowing against his neck, and the cold and damp wind stimulated the pores on his back to stand up, and he jumped up from his chair.

"White... Lang..."

If there is nothing, the faint sound wafts in the wind, as if someone is shouting, and it is as ethereal as a cloud of smoke.

At this moment, Bai Lang was really sure that something had happened, and he was suddenly terrified, his face changed suddenly, and he subconsciously raised his hands to guard his chest, but he didn't know what to do.

"White... Lang..."

"White... Lang..."

The cry from which direction gradually became stronger, like complaints, such as hatred, and like a curse from the mouth of a dead man gnashing his teeth, and at the same time, the light bulb on the roof seemed to be disturbed, and began to flicker and flicker, and a cold wind swirled in the study for no reason, and the temperature gradually dropped, and the glass of the window was covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost.

Faced with this terrifying and strange scene, Bai Lang only felt a chill hit his whole body, as if he was immersed in ice water, and at the same time, his heartbeat accelerated sharply; As if sensing danger, his body spontaneously began to undergo some equally strange changes, his pupils dilated and gradually stained with blood, a faint foreign body protruding from his spine, and the well-trimmed nails of his fingertips gradually appeared, thickened, and curled, and a short layer of fluff grew on his skin at some point.

"White... Lang..."

The shouts that were almost close echoed in the study, full of strong hatred, a white mist in the cold wind gradually condensed, deformed, and manifested, Bai Lang almost stared at this white mist in front of his eyes and turned into a bloody one, with a hideous expression glaring at his familiar face - it was Zhu Meng's face.

"Give me back... Fate...! ”

As Zhu Meng spit out words full of biting malice in his mouth, Bai Lang could no longer suppress the impulse in his body, and his body suddenly changed drastically with a roar, elongated, deformed, and expanded, and in just a few seconds, he tore and burst his clothes and pants, and changed from a somewhat introverted and shy white boy to a muscular, protruding wolf snout, shiny fangs, with two sharp long claws, and a furry monster close to three meters tall.

After turning into a werewolf, Bai Lang seemed to sweep away his previous fear and trembling, and became bloodthirsty and violent, regardless of whether it was a person or a ghost in front of him, he pounced on it with a long howl, and the giant claw swept away the white mist and smashed the desk into two at the same time.

As if he was a little puzzled by the ease with which Zhu Meng's ghost was easily dispersed, the werewolf searched around with his green eyes, while the tip of his long nose shrugged and sniffed out the enemy's location. The white mist that had been dispersed did not dissipate, and began to gather and condense again, revealing Zhu Meng's resentful face again, staring at the werewolf.

"Give me back... Fate...! ”

With a flick of his claws, the werewolf once again dispelled the white mist, its sharp claws brushing the books on the shelves, raising large fragments of torn pages in midair.

"It turned out to be a werewolf, what a rare species."

At this moment, a deep voice sounded behind the werewolf.