Syllable!

A wet, swollen corpse came out of the cupboard, looked at the dark hall with some panic, and slowly walked forward.

After this corpse left, soon the second cabinet opened, and a pale corpse jumped out of it, staggering forward step by step.

The third, fourth, fifth......

Soon, one corpse after another appeared from the cabinet in the hall, following the corpses that had left in front of them, and walked up the stairs on the east side of this floor to the next floor.

The last corpse to leave walked a little slower, and before leaving, it glanced into the empty hall, the cold corpse shuddered, and then sped away.

After all the corpses are gone, when—

Yang Ning emerged from the darkness carrying an iron chain, "Woo, woo, woo!" ”

At the other end of the chain, a tall corpse was tethered.

But at this moment, the corpse, which was obviously much taller than Yang Ning, could only kneel on the ground and crawl forward little by little with Yang Ning's pace.

It let out a low roar, dripping an unidentified liquid with a pungent smell from its mouth to the ground.

Yang Ning looked around, walked to a dusty chair, and said softly, "Where's my wind?" ”

Whew-

Suddenly there was a surge of air in the enclosed underground space, and the chair, which had been covered with dust, became spotless in the next second.

Pulling the iron chain in his hand, dragging the tall corpse in front of him, Yang Ning sat down on the chair, looked at the corpse kneeling on the ground in front of him and smiled: "I have a breeze on my body, but I can wash my body with dust." ”

When!

He tugged on the chain hard, pulled the corpse closer to him, looked at the face of the corpse that had been soaked and his facial features were blurred, smelled the slightest rancid smell and expired formalin smell emanating from his body, Yang Ning smiled and asked, "Are you either?" ”

"Woo, woo!"

The corpse struggled to retreat as if in fear, but—

When!

The iron chain around its neck tightened suddenly, and Yang Ning pulled it in front of him again, and said with a smile: "As a spiritual sect disciple, the most disgusting thing for me is the rotting corpse of yours, in comparison, I prefer your soul wandering around after being freed from the confinement of the physical body. ”

"But I'm a very kind person, and I never take the initiative to hurt others."

"Provided that the person doesn't hurt me."

"For example, if I ask you a question now and you don't answer me, then I will be very sad, and from a clinical point of view, when people are sad, it will affect their health."

"So, you're hurting me."

"Then don't blame me for hurting you, understand?"

The corpse chained to the tow chain nodded frantically, almost shaking off the fast-eyed rotten neck.

Yang Ning loosened the chain slightly, he pointed to his feet and asked, "Tell me, you things are so hi every night?" ”

The corpse nodded frantically, and the expired formalin solution on its body splashed in all directions, but it did not splash towards Yang Ning.

Yang Ning asked again: "Did you imprison a few people down there?" ”

The corpse nodded frantically.

When!

Yang Ning pulled the chain suddenly, and laughed fiercely: "Good guys, you are bold enough, the dead are not enough for you to play, and you have started to find the living to play?!" ”

"Woooo

The corpse screamed in pain and began to tremble wildly, shaking his head and waving his hand, apparently for fear that Yang Ning would misunderstand!

Yang Ning was also confused when he saw this, he had the ability to seduce souls, turn souls into ghosts, refine red clothes and do anything, a soul he Yang Ning could play all kinds of tricks!

But I couldn't talk to the dead man's body!

Thinking of this, Yang Ning stared at the corpse in front of him and asked, "That, in order to facilitate our communication, why don't I raise you?" ”

The corpse stiffened suddenly, the pale and cloudy eyes seemed to have a little more divine light, and a pair of palms that were about to rot were put together, constantly pleading with Yang Ning!

Yang Ning stared at the corpse for a few moments, then pouted, "Tut-tut, look at the stinky body of yours, how unhygienic it is?" You don't want to change to a clean torso, you can usually take a shower and eat something or something? ”

The corpse was stunned!

What's the matter, after so many years of being a corpse, it's the first time it's heard that dead people can still take a bath and eat?!

Yang Ning looked at the sluggish appearance of the corpse and said decisively: "Well, it seems that you are moved, then I will decide it for you!" ”

After speaking, the expression on his face changed slightly, and he said softly: "Flame!" ”

Boom –

Bright red flames suddenly rose from the corpse, and in just a few seconds, the king completely burned it to ashes!

"Well, in addition to peach blossoms, thunder and lightning, and the breeze, I also have flames on my body."

Yang Ning reached out and grabbed the ashes scattered in front of him, and sprinkled them vigorously to make them completely dissipate.

Then he took out a paper lamp from the cloth bag he was carrying on his shoulder and lit it in front of him, compared a few handprints with both hands, reached out and brushed the flames on the paper lamp, and a black gas suddenly wrapped around the paper lamp!

Yang Ning stared at the black qi and asked, "What body do you want?" Ceramic? Straw? Cloth? Leather? ”

"If you want, I can refine you into a fierce spirit, and you have the opportunity to be invited back to worship by those who are very evil, how about it?"

Black gas danced around the flames.

Yang Ning frowned slightly: "You are, how did you come up with that material?" It's not impossible, but ......"

The black gas throbbed again.

Yang Ning: "......"

The smile on his face froze for a moment.

This young man, who was smiling even when he played thriller games with Zhang Wen and Su Hu, was shattered by the black gas in front of him at this moment.

The black gas pulsed again and again.

Yang Ning suppressed his anger and said word by word: "First of all, I don't sell sex products. ”

"Secondly, I am a séance, a descendant of the spiritual sect of the Eight Classics, although we are not orthodox like Buddhism and Taoism, but we also have a bottom line."

"There's no way I'm going to refine a dead man's soul into a simulated sex object and then sell it to someone else for use."

"Understood?"

In the end, the three words "understand", Yang Ning almost gritted his teeth and said it!

The black qi suddenly languished, and Yang Ning's face was like frost.

"Forget it, I'll help you choose when you go back, what's your name?"

"Big head? Well, this nickname is good, you will be called Big Head in the future. ”

Lifting the paper lamp, Yang Ning walked to the east staircase of this floor.

When he reached the staircase, he put the paper lamp aside and went down to the second floor by himself.

The layout of this floor is similar to the above, except that there are more water stains on the ground, and the pungent smell in the air is a little stronger, and there are no corpses in sight.

Yang Ning continued to go down, and he reached the third floor underground.

The ground was covered with an unknown liquid, and when you stepped down, it could overflow the heel of your shoes, and the smell of expired and spoiled formalin was so bad that people almost burst into tears, and in the darkness where you couldn't see your fingers, there seemed to be a series of rotten and stinky figures jumping and jumping—

According to what Liu Chao said before, this negative three floors are the real morgue.

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