Zhang Wenbo's face is cloudy and uncertain

He closed the door to lock the living person in front of him among a pile of corpses, and then waited for him to discover that his only companion was also a dead person.

But the other party took the initiative to lock the door, which made Zhang Wenbo feel vaguely passive.

Why did he lock the door?

Do you want to anal me?

When he thought of this possibility, Zhang Wenbo couldn't help but take two steps back.

"The low-level corpse ghost's chrysanthemums cool down, and the ghost energy is 5."

Jiang Chen looked at the doctor.

The other party probably didn't lie before. He did witness the death of the morgue manager. The only lie he made was that he didn't run out that night, but became one of these corpses!

"interesting."

Jiang Chen was about to take action, but after seeing the system prompt, he patted the other party's shoulder and cast an appreciative look.

This was the first time he encountered such a ghost who actively sent ghost energy.

Zhang Wenbo was even more horrified.

The way he looked at me seemed to be full of appreciation?

We are all men, what do you mean?

"Ghost 9!"

This is already the maximum amount of ghost energy that resentment can provide.

Jiang Chen turned his head and glanced at the morgue. It was colder here than outside the corridor. Corpses were lying on the beds, covered with white cloths. The white cloths on three beds were still there, but there were no corpses.

"What's going on with these three beds?" Jiang Chen asked.

Zhang Wenbo looked over and deliberately widened his eyes: "How is it possible? After the corpses disappeared, no one dared to touch their beds. There should be nine empty beds here!"

He took a few steps back, pressed his back against the wall, and said in a trembling tone: "They... they are back!"

"Come back?" Jiang Chen murmured to himself, and suddenly walked forward: "That's good, if you dare to come back, no one can escape this time."

Zhang Wenbo was stunned by these words of tiger and wolf.

"Ghost 6."

"Ghost 4."

"..."

There were several prompts in succession, and it seemed that the thing lying here was also shocked by Jiang Chen's words.

Jiang Chen opened a white cloth, and underneath was a middle-aged man with sunken eyes and a pale face. He should have been dead for several days. The man's eyes were tightly closed, but the corners of his mouth were raised in a strange arc, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Normally, a person's muscles lose strength after death, so it is impossible to show such an expression. This scene seems very strange.

Snap! Snap!

Two big mouths fell on his face, and the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth could no longer be stretched.

"Ghost 8."

"Brother, are you awake?" Jiang Chen shouted.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and opened his eyes, and said grimly: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"That's right. Everyone is just a corpse. What's so scary?" Jiang Chen pointed to an empty bed next to him: "This is my bed. Today is my seventh day. I just pretended to be a corpse."

Middle-aged man: "???"

"Brother, you are so weird." Jiang Chen stared at the middle-aged man and clucked his tongue in surprise.

"What's weird?" The middle-aged man was stunned.

"How many days have you been dead?"

"Four days, what's wrong?"

"That's right. Generally speaking, it takes seven days for a person to fake a corpse. You've only been here for four days, so I'm afraid there's something wrong with the corpse!" Jiang Chen was very serious.

The other corpses lying beside them all had their mouths twitching under the white cloth.

We are all already corpses, how can we still have problems?

"Ghost 4."

"Ghost energy..."

However, the onlookers were confused by the authorities. After hearing this, the middle-aged man also became serious: "Master, how do you say this?"

"The first seven reincarnations of the soul are a natural law. If you come back early, it will not only affect the future of your family, but it may even affect your reincarnation."

The middle-aged man thought thoughtfully, he had also heard this saying, the first seven days are the nights when the soul returns.

"Master, how to resolve it?" A trace of anxiety appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

"It's easy." Jiang Chen dug into the bag he was traveling with and took out a sharp knife as long as his forearm. This was a knife that was snatched from a disfigured ghost and reached the level of a ghost weapon.

"When I take action later, don't resist. The white knife goes in and the red knife comes out. You will die for three more days and then come back to life when the time is up. Do you understand?" Jiang Chen looked serious.

Feeling the terrifying resentment on the blade, the middle-aged man's eyes widened. This was definitely something that a ghost much more powerful than himself had used before.

He could feel that if he was stabbed by this knife, his soul would immediately fly away!

God doesn’t resist!

Where are the scammers left here?

"Ghost spirit 9."

At this time, the middle-aged man also reacted. Seeing the sharp knife coming towards him, he looked fierce and was about to take action.

But Jiang Chen and he were already close to each other, and when he was caught off guard, a resentment-level corpse was unable to dodge at all.

laugh!

The sharp knife directly penetrated the middle-aged man's heart, and Jiang Chen stirred it hard, which was an extremely cruel method.

"Ding, the low-level ghoul (resentment) died, ghost energy 9!"

Jiang Chen's eyes lit up.

His current basic strength can really kill a resentment!

As for whether the other party is innocent, he has already judged it. With the demonic power concentrating his eyes, he can see traces of black resentment on the middle-aged man. Only ghosts who have killed people will appear in this state.

Some resentments that persist due to obsession but have not harmed anyone will only have light gray resentment on them.

"Ghost energy..."

At this time, reminders continued, Zhang Wenbo, including the other corpses lying on the shelf, all looked horrified. How could he kill one of their companions so simply and neatly?

Jiang Chen took a look, and after several waves of prompts, he found that his ghost energy was already over 950.

"That's right. Although the ghost energy provided by resentment is an order of magnitude lower than that of evil ghosts, it is better because of the greater number of resentments!"

He was very excited and opened a shroud next to him.

There was an old man lying below, with a strange posture, lying on his side, holding the edge of the bed with his hands and feet. He seemed to want to get up from the bed just now, but after seeing Jiang Chen's cruelty, he chose to continue pretending to be dead.

Snap! Snap!

Jiang Chen went up and slapped him twice, the sound was very loud.

"Low-level ghoul: Your mother! Ghost energy 8."

"Wake up, uncle, wake up quickly!" Jiang Chen shouted, rudely, and smacked his big mouth one after another.

"Bah bang bang!"

After more than ten slaps, the old man opened his eyes with pain on his face, mainly because he was afraid that his head would be slapped off by the young man.

"What do you want to do?" the old man asked grimly.

"Nothing's wrong, it's just past nine o'clock now, uncle, you should take sleeping pills and go to sleep." Jiang Chen explained.

elder:???

Wake me up and take sleeping pills?

You kid has taken all the bamboo shoots on the mountain!

"You..." The old man was about to say something, but his eyes suddenly widened and he looked at his chest, where a sharp knife was inserted. The young man in front of him was looking at him, his smile always warm and welcoming.

"Uncle, I suddenly remembered that I forgot to bring sleeping pills. This is a physical sleep aid. Don't be afraid. Just close your eyes and fall asleep."

The old man's body was pierced by ghost energy, and his remaining consciousness became increasingly blurred. He listened to the young man's demonic whispering voice in his ears and died.

"Ding, the low-level ghoul (resentment) died, ghost energy 9!"

"Ghost 5."

"..."

I don't know if it was Zhang Wenbo's illusion, but there seemed to be a continuous sound of air-conditioning in the morgue. He understood why the other party locked the door. He was really afraid that the corpses would escape!

Gan!

Are you so fierce as a living person?
Chapter completed!