Chapter 18: Took five steps and slapped the corpse eighteen times

Zhang Wenbo's face was gloomy and uncertain

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

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

Why did he lock the door?

Do you want to fuck me?

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

"Low-level corpse ghost chrysanthemum cools down, ghost energy +5."

Jiang Chen looked at the doctor.

The other party should not have lied before. He did witness the death of the morgue keeper. The only lie he told was that he did not run away that night, but became one of those corpses!

"Interesting."

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

This was the first time he encountered a ghost that was actively sending evil spirits to him.

Zhang Wenbo was even more frightened.

The way he looked at me seemed to be filled with deep admiration?

We are all men, what do you mean?

"Ghostly Energy +9!"

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

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

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

Zhang Wenbo looked at him and deliberately widened his eyes: "How is it possible? After those bodies disappeared, no one dared to move their beds. There should be nine empty beds here!"

He took a few steps back, his back pressed against the wall, his voice trembling, "They...they're back!"

"Back?" Jiang Chen muttered to himself, and suddenly stepped forward. "That's good. You dare to come back? This time, no one will be able to escape."

These outrageous words stunned Zhang Wenbo.

"Ghostly Energy +6."

"Ghostly energy +4."

“…”

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

Jiang Chen lifted a piece of white cloth, revealing a middle-aged man underneath. His eye sockets were sunken and his face was pale. He must have been dead for several days. His eyes were tightly closed, but the corners of his mouth were raised in a strange arc, as if he was smiling.

Normally, after death, a person's muscles lose all strength, making it impossible for them to have this kind of expression. This scene seemed very strange.

Snap! Snap!

Two big slaps landed on the middle-aged man's face, and the corners of his mouth were curved, and he could hardly hold it together.

"Ghostly Energy +8."

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

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

"That's right. We're all corpses, what's so scary about that?" Jiang Chen pointed to an empty bed next to him and said, "This is my bed. Today is the seventh day after my death, and I just came back to life."

Middle-aged man: “???”

"You, brother, are so weird." Jiang Chen stared at the middle-aged man and said in amazement.

"What's so strange?" the middle-aged man was stunned.

"How many days have you been dead?"

"Four days, what's wrong?"

"That's right. Generally speaking, a person can only come back to life after the seventh day. It's only been four days since yours. I'm afraid there's something wrong with the body!" Jiang Chen said seriously.

The rest of the bodies were lying on the side, and the corners of their mouths twitched under the white cloth.

We're all fucking corpses, how could anything go wrong?

"Ghostly energy +4."

“Ghostly energy…”