The mobile phone in Qiao Dui's hand lit up, he didn't unlock it, and what he saw was a message from [Dark Cloud Flower].

[Flower of the Clouds]: Doctor, are you okay to stay here?

[Flower of the Dark Clouds]: It's easy to work here, and there are no annoying colleagues, you can sit and play with your phone every day, okay to stay here with me?

Qiao Twilight immediately struggled to unlock it and typed a text reply.

[Psychiatrist Qiao Dui]: Let me meet you first, aren't we friends?

The next moment.

The blue-black arms around Qiao Du slowly let go of him.

Countless arms grew from the ground, walls, ceilings, swaying slightly, like seaweed.

In front of him, those arms parted a path.

Twilight walked along the road, through the hallway, to the incineration room at the end.

Here, the sound of the incinerator running is clearly audible.

He pushed the door open and saw that one of the stoves was burning violently.

Jotwilight turned off the incinerator.

In an instant, some kind of extremely cold aura spread out from the stove, like a cold hand, brushing Qiao Dui's neck and cheeks.

Jotwilight turns on the incinerator.

Obviously the fire had just been turned off, but it had completely cooled down.

A miserable white corpse lay inside.

Qiao Du picked up the phone, unlocked it, and sent a message back to the other party.

[Psychiatrist Qiao Dui]: I'm sorry, I'm a motivated young man, and I like my current job.

Ding Dong –

A moment after the message was sent, Qiao Du heard a clear chime.

The beep came from inside the incinerator.

Joe Twilight crouched down, and he reached out, grabbed the corpse's ankle, and dragged it out.

It was a woman in a red dress.

The flames didn't burn her for a single point, not even the hem of her clothes.

She has an ordinary appearance, but at this moment she shows a bewitching aura.

This face Qiao Twilight had seen before, and it was on the duty schedule on the wall of the security room.

Qiao Du took a look and found that she was covered in fine scars, which were exactly the same as those on the faceless woman!

[Flower of the Clouds]: Doctor, didn't you say you would help me?

[Flower of the Clouds]: Isn't it good here?

[Flower of the Clouds]: Doctor, you are not allowed to leave, you have to stay and heal me.

[Flower of the Clouds]: It's so hot, I'm so hot here, doctor, do I have a cold?

In Qiao Dui's mobile phone, the other party's messages kept coming, but Qiao Du didn't care.

Now that the two of them are good friends, Anomaly will only become more and more obsessed with Qiao Dui, wanting him to stay here and become one with him.

But before that.

Qiao Du rummaged through the woman and found a tattered purse with an ID card inside.

He flipped it over and saw the name on it.

Yan Ling.

He quickly remembered that it was the name of the dead man he had seen in the work diary.

If Qiao Duan guessed correctly, this should be Chen Qixing's accomplice, the staff of the funeral home, she is the internal response of Chen Qixing and others to loot the funeral home.

Even after her death, Yan Ling is looking for more victims.

It's just that the flame of the funeral parlor's incinerator restricted Yan Ling, making her lose her normal thinking, the ability to bewitch, and even rushed to the doctor when she was sick and found Qiao Dui, who was a psychiatrist.

But who knows, many Internet scams are quite stupid to look at, but they can deceive people, which is also a kind of user screening.

The arms around him tried to pull Qiao Twilight gently, but he ignored it.

Faced with the corpse, the carrier of the anomaly, Jotwilight placed her hand on the top of its chest and grasped it like a nail.

He wants to anchor what he sees.

The whisper of [End] rang in Qiao Dui's ears.

Countless words that he could understand, and that he couldn't understand, drilled into Qiao Dui's mind.

The first step in anchoring is to contain the pollution.

To associate oneself with the anomaly is to know the knowledge of the anomaly, and that knowledge is both power and pollution.

Qiao Dui's vision suddenly darkened.

He saw Chen Qixing playing mahjong gambling and losing money, and connected with a few fox friends and wanted to "make some money".

He saw that some of the people in this group mentioned that they had recently met a friend who worked in a funeral home and could find a way to "get a vote".

He saw them eating with Yan Ling, making a deal, and preparing to steal.

He saw these people enter the funeral home in the dark, but he didn't know that it had become a hotbed of anomalies.

He saw a person being dragged into the abyss, but Yan Ling watched coldly.

He saw that he didn't know how long ago, Yan Ling was just an ordinary person, she came here to look for a job because of a friend's recommendation, but she was accidentally trapped by the funeral home and became a bound person here.

Qiao Dui's vision kept tracing upwards, and he gradually understood everything.

"Ghost."

The story of fighting for the tiger has been heard many times by Qiao Dui.

And at this moment, the abnormality on Yan Ling's body is the embodiment of this legend.

When a person encounters misfortune, he does not want to struggle, but he wants to pull everyone else into the water and suffer the same misfortune as himself, which is the anomaly born after such a small thought is polluted and touched.

That's what you do.

Unable to resist the tiger that harms them, they will trap other people of their kind.

Qiao Twilight heard the howls of countless people who had been bound here, those resentful, sad, remorseful, hideous voices, which penetrated into every part of his brain.

The next moment, in Qiao Dui's hand, there seemed to be an awl that seemed to be nothing.

The second step of anchoring is to use yourself as an anchor point and drag the anomaly.

Without hesitation, Qiao Du thrust the awl in his hand down hard, stabbing it into the corpse's chest.

Outside of this world, a colorful black mist gushed out like slime, enveloping Qiao Dui, and the thoughts, wills, and souls of those ghosts were like golden silk threads, wrapped around Qiao Dui's hands and feet.

In the invisible abyss, the distance between Qiao Du and the anomaly narrowed, and between them, golden threads continued to connect.

Qiao Du could see that the entire funeral parlor was shaking, the walls peeling off, and the ground crumbling.

From that dark, terrifying, terrifying appearance, to decaying, broken, decadent wreckage.

Qiao Twilight saw that it was empty, there were no incinerators, no freezers, everything had been removed, only thick dust, and cobwebs in the corners.

As the anomaly was anchored, the funeral parlor vanished.

Twilight stood up and walked out of the ruins towards the light.

It's dawn.

He found that this was the old building of the funeral home, a house ready to be demolished and rebuilt, and the real funeral home was open for business, and there seemed to be the sound of chanting scriptures from inside.

The voices of those chanting Buddhas were like substance, outlining the cold and indifferent words of the system in the faint morning sky.

[Name: Qiao Dui]

[Faith: The End]

[Anchor: Ghost]

[Depth: ■■■■■]

[Chosen One: 1000 points]

It seems to have worked.

It's a pity that he can only anchor one anomaly now, and I don't know if this ability will continue to strengthen and anchor more as he continues to deepen in the Chosen Game.

Qiao Dui retracted his gaze, and he walked towards the funeral home, where he found that there seemed to be a ritual going on, and in the mourning hall, those in black clothes were coming and going.

The time he perceived seemed to be wrong, it was already eight o'clock the next morning, and this time was not suitable for a memorial service, Qiao Du didn't know, he only felt that many people looked sleepy.

He stood at the door, looking at these people coming and going, with solemn expressions, some of these people also noticed Qiao Dui, but they didn't say anything, just as if he didn't know the people who came to attend the farewell ceremony.

Qiao Du picked up his mobile phone and was about to call Zhou Mingke, but found that the picture was still fixed on the messages sent to him by [Dark Cloud Flower].

He thought about it for a while, and finally gave the other party a reply.

[Psychiatrist Qiao Dui]: This treatment has ended, please give a good review in the follow-up.

At the moment when Qiao Twilight put down her phone.

Ding Dong –

In the midst of the crowd, there was a sound of a message prompt.

Qiao Twilight jerked over.

He didn't see Yan Ling's figure, only the backs of those who left.

The backs of countless ordinary people.

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