"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
"So the dead are also wise?"
"It makes me look at you dirty, rotten creatures."
Yang Ning stepped forward with the ax in hand and used the ax blade to lightly scratch the body that was trying to escape.
Then, he looked at the ghost Zhang Wen's grimace and said with a smile: "You know what? Compared with it, you are much more pleasing to the eye."
"It's yours."
After saying that, Yang Ning looked at Zhang Wen. He was a little curious about how the red-clothed ghost in front of him would deal with the body.
I saw the ghost Zhang Wen pinching the throat of the corpse without any hesitation, click——
She crushed the corpse's throat.
The sharp nails on the pale claw bones lightly scratched, and the rotting head of the corpse flew out.
Yang Ning nodded thoughtfully and said, "Are you the same as those in red clothes? You only like fresh flesh and blood, not rotten meat?"
The ghost Zhang Wen lowered her head to signal, then floated to the side.
Yang Ning returned to the room, lit a candle as usual, and quickly brushed his fingers over the flames, attracting two black air from the corpse, one wrapped around his fingertips, and the other...
"flame!"
boom!
A flame appeared out of thin air, burning the black air completely.
After that, Yang Ning used her fingers covered with black energy to forcefully tap the eyebrows of the girl lying next to her. The originally bloodless girl's face gradually turned rosy, and her breath gradually recovered.
Yang Ning carried the ax and went to the next room.
It was also a door that was locked from the inside, but this time Yang Ning simply asked "Is there anyone in this room? Dead people are not counted" and left.
Just before leaving, he added to the door: "It's dark, and there are female ghosts in red outside who will strangle people. If you don't have anything to do, don't go out. Be obedient~"
There was silence inside the door, eerily quiet.
Next, Yang Ning walked through the two open doors and came to the last locked door outside the morgue.
He cleared his throat and asked inside: "Is there anyone in this room? Dead people don't count!"
There were "bang", "bang" and "bang" sounds from inside the door.
"Well, it seems that the owner of the door welcomes me in."
Yang Ning aimed the ax at the door lock and struck it hard, crackle!
The door opens.
A corpse was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing in the direction of the door, that is, Yang Ning, who was standing at the door with a fire ax.
It was obvious that this corpse was kowtowing very hard, and his rotting head was broken.
It kowtowed and pointed at Yang Ning's room without a broken door, apparently eager to express something.
Yang Ning sniffed, frowned and said, "First of all, I'm a person who plays with souls. I don't understand what you rotting torsos are going to say."
"But through your physical expression, I can probably guess that you want to tell me that you, like the person in the last closed room, did not cause any harm to strangers, right?"
Bang, bang, bang!
The corpse suddenly kowtowed more violently, and Yang Ning even heard the sound of the skull being crushed.
"Well, I believe you, but..."
Yang Ning smiled and said, "I'm sorry, since I've already entered, how can I keep you here?"
"You haven't caused harm to anyone recently, but you have done it before."
boom!
There was a heavy sound of the head hitting the ground. The body was on the ground, and the whole body was trembling, and he did not dare to move.
Yang Ning carried the ax and said: "But, because you have a better attitude towards admitting your mistakes, you can avoid the physical pain."
The body kneeling on the ground shook violently, slowly raised its head, and kowtowed to Yang Ning one last time very slowly.
Yang Ning smiled and said: "You're welcome, Flame - wait, I've used it twice today, let's change it, let me think about it..."
The corpse kneeling on the ground: "..."
"I got it!"
Yang Ning held the fire ax flat with one hand, and the ax blade landed on the top of the corpse, "I have ice edges on my body that can be frozen... The world is evil!"
"Bing Leng!"
Click!
In an instant, the body kneeling on the ground turned into a crystal clear humanoid ice sculpture, starting from the limbs touching the ground!
"Well, what a satisfying masterpiece..."
Next, Yang Ning gently tapped the ice sculpture with the ax blade in his hand, click click——
Wow!
The humanoid ice sculpture instantly turned into white ice slag all over the ground!
At this moment, behind Yang Ning, Zhang Wen, a ghost dressed in blood-red clothes, suddenly trembled.
Yang Ning, who had already exited the door, stared at the three mottled red letters "Morgue" on the double doors in front of her and said with a smile: "Perfect works of art should be destroyed."
"Every time you move, you fight again, every time you move, you fight again!"
"Ayuri belt?!"
What surprised Yang Ning a little was that he actually heard bursts of crazy music from behind the door.
With a look of surprise on her face, Yang Ning leaned against the crack of the door and listened carefully.
After a long time, Yang Ning laughed in disbelief: "These corpses, they are actually having a party?!"
Yang Ning took two steps back. He held a fire ax in one hand and began to dance unknown to the music behind the door.
After dancing for a short while, Yang Ning gently tapped the door handle of the morgue with the blade of an axe, and said with a confused smile: "Open!"
Click!
The morgue door lock clattered to the ground.
When the door opens, the colorful and dazzling lights are shaking, the restless and explosive music is shocking, and the spicy formalin smell is so strong that it can almost choke people to death.
As far as the eye can see, there are figures of dead people twisting crazily!
There was even a stage in front, on which several heavily made-up female corpses were posing!
Yang Ning was simply shocked!
He couldn't understand it and was shocked!
He wanted to dig out his old immortal master from the ground on the spot and ask him: "Old man! Have you ever seen a dead person dancing?"
Um?
No, Yang Ning suddenly remembered that the old man had already lit the soul lamp by himself, so there was no need to dig in the ground.
After rummaging through the bag on his shoulder for a long time, Yang Ning finally found the candle that belonged to his master.
Lit the fire, Yang Ning raised the candle to shine at the almost crazy group of corpses dancing in front of him, and said: "Old man! Look! Haven't you always said you want to see the prosperous underworld?!"
"Today, it's coming!"
As the candlelight flickered, a ferocious old man who looked extremely painful, with wrinkles from dead tree bark on his face, stared at everything in front of him with his mouth open!
Yang Ning held a candle in one hand and an ax in the other, gently twisting her body according to the melody of the music, and kept approaching the stage. Suddenly——
boom!
A corpse that was singing, dancing, and rapping crashed into him!
"Uh-huh!"
The corpse made a fuss, and Yang Ning didn't understand what it was talking about. She just thought it was an apology!
Smiling slightly, Yang Ning said to the corpse: "It doesn't matter, they are all dead anyway, just be more careful in the next life."
After saying that, he waved the ax in his hand with one hand and smashed it at the corpse!
Move again and again, move again and again!
Following the melody of the music, Yang Ning hit the rhythm with an axe!
Beside him, the other corpses seemed not to notice this scene at all!
Keep dancing, keep shaking, keep dancing!
This group of dead people didn't seem to realize that in this feast of the dead, a carnival of corpses, a living person broke in!
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