The morgue of Jingnan Public First Hospital is located on the second floor of the underground floor of the surgical building. There is a direct elevator in the operating room and the ICU ward to facilitate transporting dead patients.

However, it is obvious that Zhang Chujiu's grandson and grandson could not go to the operating room first. They took a special elevator to the morgue in the critical ward, and walked through a special passage built outside the surgical building.

Because it is necessary to use a cart to transport the body out, there are no steps in the passage, but inclined ramps.

Also, because there are many large freezers for refrigerating corpses in the morgue, even in midsummer, the passage is still cold.

From time to time, cooling water drops dripped on the ceiling and walls, and the atmosphere was cold and humid, and a silence of lust under the light of the white light.

After passing through the passage, a thick cotton curtain was opened, and there was a short corridor. Next to the door was a duty room made of steel glass.

The duty room is very small, with a length of only two or three meters wide, and a fat man in his vague white coat, with a half-bare head and a face full of flesh. He is staying inside, eating braised pork head meat and drinking soju;

While watching the TV series projection in front of him, he kept laughing 'hehe...'.

Seeing Zhang Xiangang and Zhang Chujiu's grandparents and grandson appear, the fat man's face turned up, stood up, walked out of the duty room and said, "Yeah, it's Brother Zhang and Chujiu who are here.

It seems that I have lived again, and I knew that the family members would choose you two to do it. The decades of experience are better than anyone else, hehe."

Zhang Xiangang pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, "The Wuliang Tianzun, it all depends on the help of Director Zhao." He quietly took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and stuffed it into Zhao Liansheng's pocket.

After getting the money, Zhao Liansheng's fat face suddenly burst into laughter, and he kept saying, "The body I just sent was placed in the freezer on the middle floor of No. 6, and next to it was a faucet, which was easy to clean.

Brother Zhang, please take Jiu with you." Then he happily returned to the duty room and continued to watch the TV series.

Zhang Xiangang and Zhang Chujiu walked through the corridor and came to the morgue.

Public hospitals are generally large in planning, and the area of ​​the morgue is not small, the lighting on the ceiling is somewhat insufficient, and the light is dim.

The two grandparents and grandchildren came to No. 6, the second row of the freezer where the corpse was hidden, stopped, holding the cold handle on the freezer door and pulling it out, and Xu Henian's body lying flat suddenly appeared.

Although it had not been frozen for too long, the hair on the body had frozen slightly at this time, and the blood on the mouth became a little black, making the deceased face even more ferocious.

"Wuliang Tianzun, it's very painful to die when he looks at his expression. Very good, very good." After glanced into the freezer, Zhang Xiangang muttered to himself with satisfaction: "It's indeed an extremely rare evil soul. Chujiu, you are blessed."

Zhang Chujiu grinned when he heard this, stood behind Zhang Xiangang and confirmed quietly, "Grandpa, such a fierce and fierce devil is enough for me to break through, right?"

"Planning is for people, and success is for heaven," Zhang Xiangang replied in a deep voice: "Don't think of anything else at this moment, practice it for me."

"Yes." Zhang Chujiu nodded heavily, extinguished the distracting thoughts in his heart, and practiced according to the first level of the "Big Yin and Yang Five Elements Derivation Method".

As the qi and blood in his body flowed, an invisible suction grew out of his stomach. With one breath and one breath, the ends of the corpse's hair trembled half a meter away.

After more than 10 seconds, light golden particles that are visible to the naked eye begin to seep out of the seven orifices of the mouth, nose, eyes, ears, etc.

The particles floated in their mouths and gathered into a thin line. They were swallowed by Zhang Chujiu little by little, but they did not enter the lungs but sink into his stomach.

Due to this stimulation, a wisp of energy containing the two qi of yin and yang breeds from Zhang Chujiu's stomach, and does not pass through the meridians or blood vessels, and directly slowly penetrates the flesh and blood and flows to the lungs.

As time goes by, the golden particles seeping out of the dead body become thicker and thicker. They are sucked into Zhang Chujiu's abdomen, and the yin and yang energy is growing more and more, gradually exceeding the limit that the body can bear.

Gradually, Zhang Chujiu's blood vessels began to rise up, and he kept twitching with severe pain and torture. He felt angry and irritable for no reason in his mind, but his consciousness was always awake and his breathing was not messy at all.

After a long time, the pain in the body and the inexplicable resentment in his heart reached the extreme. He finally couldn't bear it and shouted out with a loud shout of "Ah..."

The roar contained the sound of gold and stone, which made Zhang Chujiu's body feel unprecedentedly relaxed and comfortable.

Zhao Liansheng, who was guarding the morgue, was drinking secretly. He was slightly drunk when he suddenly heard a strange noise in the middle of the freezer of the frozen corpse. He was so shocked that his ears were numb and he almost bit his tongue.

It took a while to come back to his senses, tremblingly picked up the electric baton on Shiya, shouting, "Who, who, howling in the ghosts." He gave himself courage and moved tremblingly towards the direction where the sound came.

As soon as he passed through the corridor, Zhao Liansheng suddenly saw a figure walking towards him. He was so shocked that he jumped and almost slipped into a big horse.

At this time, an old voice came into his ears, "Director Zhao is so sorry. The child shocked the body and shouted, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Zhao Liansheng calmed down and then remembered Zhang Xiangang. Zhang Chujiu and his grandson were also in the morgue. They were so angry that they almost bit their teeth. Looking at Zhang Xiangang who had just spoken, they thought to himself hatefully: "This old guy heard that he has children and daughters, and they are all doing well, but he insisted on taking his grandson to recite scriptures and resting his soul, washing himself to death, selling wreaths to make a living.

I am not afraid of losing my child's life. It's really a long and short time. It depends on who you earn so much money to leave it to." On the surface, I saw the money in my pocket and said with a dry smile: "So that's the case, it's okay, it's okay.

Uh, that, Xiaojiu doesn’t matter?"

"It's nothing important. We Taoist priests have their own way to requiem. Director Zhao doesn't have to worry." Zhang Xiangang responded politely.

After hearing what he said, Zhao Liansheng stopped talking, smiled dryly again, and then turned around and returned to the duty room drunk.
Chapter completed!