Chapter 97: Pretending to be a ghost

Reiki is everywhere, hidden in the air.

But the proportion of this aura hidden in the air is very small, and it is not pure.

Therefore, whether it is a fierce beast or a martial artist, the use of aura needs to go through a process of absorption, purification, and then transformation and use.

But in any case, it shows that the effect of Reiki is extremely huge.

It's like a box of gold balm, which can be cultivated, can recover from injuries, can delay aging, and even has an effect that people can't even imagine.

The flamboyant aura is undoubtedly the purest aura after purification, although it is not much, but it is undoubtedly a great creation for these soldiers.

With these aura, their injuries can be alleviated and recovered as soon as possible, and they can even use this as a basis to directly step into the transcendent path of martial artists in their future cultivation.

It's just that neither they as the protagonists nor the anxious nurse next to them are aware of it.

After doing all this, Zhang Yang silently returned to the elevator and went directly down the first floor of the elevator down.

B1 floor.

Like above, the elevator is an empty hall, but unlike the hall above, the lights here are slightly dim, except for a few staff on duty who are playing with computers in the hall, everything seems very empty.

And that's exactly what happened.

The morgue is supposed to be a place where corpses are kept, and it would be strange if someone came often.

Of course, there were still a few people on duty in the morgue during this time, and there would have been only one before.

It is mainly because of the opening of the Xudu household.

However, now that the families of the deceased have claimed the bodies, the morgue is now basically devoid of corpses except for one or two unclaimed bodies that are ready to be handed over to the crematorium for disposal.

Zhang Yang and the two got off the elevator, and no one in the duty room noticed the two, but continued to play the game.

"Xiaoya, where are they?" Zhang Yang frowned, and vaguely he felt that there seemed to be a fluctuation in the air.

This fluctuation was very weak, and there was a feeling of wanting to rush his mind.

However, the sensation was very slight, and if it wasn't for his attention, he wouldn't have felt it at all.

The young man pointed in the direction to the left and said to Zhang Yang: "That's over there!"

Saying that, he also looked at the duty room and was a little suspicious, he and Zhang Yang, the two big living people, came down, these people didn't seem to see it at all, it was really a group of rice worms!

But he is used to this kind of thing, and it is better for no one to pay attention to them, otherwise it will be a burden for a few ordinary people to follow him if he really starts to do it later.

"Hmm!" Zhang Yang nodded, and slowly walked in the direction the young man pointed.

A gust of wind blew, blowing his clothes a little fluttering, and the young man next to him couldn't help but shiver.

Zhang Yang's brow furrowed even more.

I wondered if this wind was the legendary yin wind?

This time, he felt very clearly the energy contained in the wind, not the power of qi and blood, but a bit like ..... A thought!

Although it is not strong, it affects people's thinking all the time.

Of course, this is only for him.

If you put it on an ordinary person, you believe that this ability to influence thinking will be infinitely improved, so that people will hallucinate.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but suddenly turn around and look at several staff members in the hall.

He is now a first-level martial artist, and his vision and hearing are far stronger than ordinary people, I don't know how much.

At this glance, the situation in the duty room was suddenly fully seen by him.

I saw that they were still smiling and playing with the computer, as if they were addicted to it, but their eyes were ..... Seems to be a bit demented!

Suddenly, a chill surged up in his heart!

It's dementia!

Although my hands have been typing or moving the mouse, my posture has remained in its original state, as if it had never moved at all.

The weirdest thing is that their eyes don't have the look of normal people at all.

It's like the eyes of a dead fish, except for the sluggishness, the rest is sluggish.

"Instructor Zhang, what's wrong?" the young man was already impressed by the yin wind just now, and his heart was slightly furious, but now when he saw Zhang Yang's situation, he suddenly dodged and moved closer to Zhang Yang's side.

"It seems that this place is not simple!" Zhang Yang said with a slow sigh of relief, if he had only vaguely sensed the abnormality in the basement before, then now he was almost certain that there must be something wrong here.

It's just that he also wants to see what kind of existence the ghost in the young man's mouth is.

So he smiled and pretended to be relaxed and asked, "Xiaoya, their location should not be far from here, right?"

"Well, it's not far! There is a corridor from the front, and less than twenty meters further in front is the morgue, and the captains are trapped there!" the young man tightened the down jacket on his body, Rao was he had already experienced it once, and now he still felt cold when he entered here again.

In fact, as a quasi-martial artist, he has strong qi and blood, although the air changes caused by the revival of the aura are extremely cold now, but he doesn't feel half cold at all when he wears this piece of clothing on weekdays.

On the contrary, once he cultivates or exercises vigorously, he will sweat.

It's just that now he is also sweating, but it is a cold sweat!

An indescribable crisis made him can't help but make his hair, and the cold sweat involuntarily seeped out through the pores on the surface of his body.

"Hmm!"

Zhang Yang nodded, did not continue to ask, but slowly walked in the direction that the young man said.

The wind was non-stop along the way, but it was terrifyingly quiet, and there was no sound at all in the empty corridor except for the crisp footsteps of the two people echoing.

The two of them got closer and closer, and when they turned the corner, Zhang Yang suddenly stopped, and then turned around, and in the stunned gaze of the young man, his body had already jumped high and bombarded the back with a punch.

The punch was abrupt.

The fist was fierce, with a trace of qi and blood, and it exploded in an instant.

"Boom!~~~"

A sound of breaking the air instantly exploded behind him.

At this time, the young man turned around and saw that a black shadow was slowly falling, and then gradually blurred like smoke, and finally condensed into a fist-sized ball, and then gathered into a gray-black bead lying quietly on the ground.

Look at the look and the black beads on his body are exactly the same.

Zhang Yang walked up and gently picked up the black bead and put it in his arms, the yin wind that had been blowing all the time just now disappeared out of thin air, and not only that, but even the faint fluctuation in the air never appeared again.

"Looks like this thing was playing tricks just now!" Zhang Yang muttered to himself, then turned around and continued in the direction of the morgue.