However, bystanders can see more clearly than those involved. After hearing this, the middle-aged man also became serious: "Master, what do you mean?"

"It's natural for souls to return on the seventh day. If you return early, it will affect your family and descendants, not to mention the impact it will have on your reincarnation."

The middle-aged man seemed to be thinking about something. He had also heard of this saying that the first seven days after death is the night when the soul returns.

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

"That's easy." Jiang Chen rummaged through his bag and took out a sharp knife as long as his forearm. This was a knife that he had snatched from the disfigured ghost and was of the ghost level.

"When I attack you later, don't resist. I'll stab you with my knife and take it out. You'll be dead for three more days and then come back to life when the time comes. Do you understand?" Jiang Chen said seriously.

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

He could feel that if he was stabbed by this knife, he would be torn to pieces immediately!

God, don’t resist!

Are you trying to fool people here?

"Ghostly Energy +9."

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

But Jiang Chen was close to him from the beginning, and when he attacked unexpectedly, a resentment-level corpse ghost had no way to dodge.

laugh!

The sharp knife went straight through the middle-aged man's heart, and Jiang Chen twisted it with all his strength, using extremely cruel means.

"Ding, low-level ghoul (grudge) dies, ghost energy +9!"

Jiang Chen's eyes lit up.

His current basic strength can really kill a resentful spirit!

As for whether the other party was innocent, he had also judged it. With the demonic power concentrated in his eyes, he could see a trace of black resentment on the man. Only a ghost that had killed someone would appear in this state.

Some Qi people still have obsessions, but they have never harmed anyone, so they only have a light gray resentment on them.

“Ghostly energy…”

At this time, prompts kept coming out, and Zhang Wenbo and the other corpses lying on the shelf all looked terrified. How could he kill one of their companions so easily?

Jiang Chen took a look and after a few waves of prompts, his ghost energy was more than nine hundred and fifty.

"Not bad. Although the ghost energy provided by resentment is an order of magnitude lower than that of evil spirits, the advantage is that the amount of resentment is greater!"

He was very excited and lifted up another shroud next to him.

There was an old man lying below in a very strange posture, lying on his side with his hands and feet grasping the edge of the bed. He seemed to want to get up from the bed, but after witnessing 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 while slapping him in the face one after another without any courtesy.

“Pah pah pah!”

After being slapped more than ten times, the old man opened his eyes with a look of pain on his face. If he didn't open his eyes, he was afraid that his head would be slapped off by this young man.

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

"It's nothing, it's just that it's past nine o'clock now. Uncle, you should take sleeping pills and go to bed." Jiang Chen explained.

elder:? ? ?

Wake me up to take sleeping pills?

You've taken all the bamboo shoots on the mountain!

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

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

The old man's body was pierced by the ghost energy, and his remaining consciousness became increasingly blurred. He died quietly while listening to the young man's devilish whisper in his ears.

"Ding, low-level ghoul (grudge) dies, ghost energy +9!"

"Ghostly Energy +5."

“…”

He didn't know if it was Zhang Wenbo's illusion, but there seemed to be a series of inhalation sounds in the morgue. He began to understand why the other party locked the door. They were really afraid that these corpses would run away!

Damn!

Are you so fierce as a living person?

He walked five steps into the morgue and slapped the corpse eighteen times.