Snapped!
A wet, bloated corpse came out of the cabinet, looked at the dark hall in a panic, and walked forward slowly.
After the corpse left, the second cabinet soon opened, and another pale corpse jumped out, staggering away step by step.
The third body, the fourth body, the fifth body...
Soon, corpses appeared one after another from the cabinets in the hall, following the corpses that left before, from the stairs on the east side of this floor to the next floor.
The last corpse that left walked a little slower. It glanced into the empty hall before leaving. The cold corpse suddenly trembled, and then it sped away.
After all the corpses have left, clang——
Yang Ning emerged from the darkness holding an iron chain, "Woo, woo, woo!"
At the other end of the chain was a tall corpse.
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 kept making low roars from its mouth, and an unknown liquid with a pungent smell dripped from its body onto the ground.
Yang Ning looked around, walked to a dusty chair, and whispered: "Where is my wind?"
call--
There was a sudden surge of air in the closed underground space, and the chair that was originally dusty became spotless in the next second.
Pulling the iron chain in his hand, Yang Ning pulled 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, which can wash away the dust all over my body."
Bang!
He tugged hard on the iron chain and pulled the corpse closer to him. He looked at the face of the corpse whose features had been blurred by soaking, and smelled the rotten smell and expired spoiled food emanating from its body. Marlin flavor, Yang Ning smiled and asked: "Would you like it?"
"W-Woo!"
The corpse struggled to move back as if it was very frightened, but——
Bang!
The chain around its neck tightened suddenly, and Yang Ning pulled it in front of him again and said with a smile: "As a Lingmen disciple, the most disgusting thing for me is rotting corpses like yours. Next, I prefer your souls wandering around after breaking away from the confinement of the physical body."
"But I am a very kind person. I would never take the initiative to harm others."
"The premise is that that person will not hurt me."
"For example, if I ask you a question now and you don't answer me, then I will be very sad. From a clinical point of view, when a person is sad, it will affect his or her own health."
"So, you just hurt me."
"Then don't blame me for hurting you, do you understand?"
The corpse tied by the drag chain nodded wildly, almost shaking the rotten neck.
Yang Ning then loosened the chain slightly, pointed at his feet and asked, "Tell me, you guys are so high every night?"
The corpse nodded wildly, and the expired formalin solution on it splashed everywhere, but it did not splash towards Yang Ning.
Yang Ning asked again: "Are you imprisoning a few strangers down there?"
The corpse nodded wildly.
Bang!
Yang Ning suddenly pulled the chain and laughed ferociously: "Good guys, you are brave enough. The dead are not enough for you, so you are looking for strangers to play with?!"
"Ohh Ohh ohh!"
The corpse screamed in pain and began to tremble crazily. It shook its head and waved its hands, apparently for fear that Yang Ning would misunderstand!
Yang Ning was confused when he saw this. He was capable of seducing souls, transforming souls into ghosts, and refining red clothes. With one soul, Yang Ning could do all kinds of tricks!
But there is no way to talk to this dead body!
Thinking of this, Yang Ning stared at the corpse in front of him and asked: "Well, in order to facilitate our communication, how about I lift you up?"
The corpse stiffened suddenly, and the pale and turbid eyes seemed to have a little more light. A pair of rotting palms came together and kept pleading to Yang Ning!
Yang Ning stared at the body for a few times and curled his lips and said: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at how stinky your body is, how unhygienic it is? You don't want to change to a clean torso. You can usually take a bath and eat something." ?”
The corpse was stunned!
What’s the matter, after so many years of being a corpse, this is the first time it has heard that dead people can still bathe and eat? !
Seeing the dull look on the corpse, Yang Ning said decisively: "Well, it seems that your heart is moved, so I will make the decision for you!"
After saying that, the expression on his face changed slightly, and he whispered: "Fire!"
boom--
Bright red flames suddenly emerged 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 breeze, I also have flames on my body."
Yang Ning stretched out her hand to grab the ashes floating in front of her and spread them hard to make them completely dissipate.
Then he took out a paper lantern from the bag on his shoulder and lit it in front of him. He made a few hand seals with his hands, reached out and brushed the flames on the paper lantern, and a black gas suddenly wrapped around the paper lantern!
Yang Ning stared at the black air and asked: "What kind of body do you want? Ceramic? Straw? Cloth? Leather?"
"If you are willing, I can make you an evil spirit, and there is a chance that you can be invited back to worship by those who commit great crimes. How about that?"
Black air danced around the flames.
Yang Ning frowned slightly: "How did you come up with that kind of material? It's not impossible, but..."
The black energy pulsed again.
Yang Ning: "..."
The smile on his face stopped at this moment.
This young man, who was always smiling even when playing a scary game with Zhang Wen and Su Hu, was shattered by the black energy in front of him.
The black energy pulsed again and again.
Yang Ning suppressed her anger and said word by word: "First of all, I don't sell sex products."
"Secondly, I am a spiritual master and a descendant of the Ling Sect of the Zheng'er Ba Sutra. Although we are not a prestigious orthodox school like Buddhism or Taoism, we still have a bottom line."
"It is impossible for me to refine a dead person's soul into a simulated sex product and then sell it to others for use."
"understand?"
Yang Ning almost said the last three words "Do you understand" through gritted teeth!
The black energy suddenly became sluggish, and Yang Ning's face was as cold as frost.
"Forget it, let me help you choose when you go back. What's your name?"
"Big Head? Well, that's a good nickname. From now on, you can call me Big Head."
Lifting the paper lantern, Yang Ning walked towards the east stairs of this floor.
When he reached the stairs, he put the paper lantern aside and went down to the second floor by himself.
The layout of this floor is similar to the one above, except that there are more water stains on the ground, the pungent smell in the air is stronger, and no corpses are seen.
Yang Ning continued going down, and he reached the third underground floor.
The ground was covered with unknown liquid, which could reach over the heels of your shoes when you stepped on it. The smell of expired formalin was so choking that you almost shed tears. There seemed to be rotten and smelly figures jumping around in the darkness. Jump--
According to what Liu Chao said before, the third negative floor is the real morgue.
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