Chapter 201 Funeral Home Taboo, The Cremator's Soul Returns on the 57th Night
After the live broadcast ended, Meng Fuling continued to connect online.
"There is one last divination today!" She glanced at the time and it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening.
At this time, a netizen named "Goodbye" answered the call and the man entered the video screen.
He was wearing a blue work suit, with white hair on his temples, and looked about fifty years old.
A pair of eyes looked at Meng Fuling: "Are you the legendary master of metaphysics? Why are you a girl?"
There was disdain in his tone, as if he didn't trust Meng Fuling at all.
Meng Fuling, however, didn't care at all. She stared at his face and studied it carefully: "The yang energy is strong, and the eyebrows and eyes are full of evil spirits."
"So that's it!" Meng Fuling didn't continue speaking, but she basically understood it.
The man narrowed his eyes and said, "You are so powerful, so guess what I do?"
"Cremator!" she asked calmly, "Do you work at a funeral home?"
Hearing her words, the man smiled faintly: "You can see that, it seems that he has some ability."
"Yes, I work in a funeral home, but I don't cremate bodies anymore."
One sentence caused a huge uproar, and fans in the live broadcast room became excited.
[Oh my god, this guy works at a funeral home? No wonder the atmosphere is so chilling.]
I heard that the salary for funeral home workers is quite high these days, at least 20,000 yuan a month.
Stop talking nonsense here. How is it possible to earn 20,000 yuan? Stop reading those online news. They're deceiving.
[This is so scary. Don't you see a lot of dead people in funeral homes every day? No, it's really scary.]
"Uncle, you're not kidding me, are you? You're wearing work clothes and you're saying you work at a funeral home."
When the man saw the fans in the live broadcast room questioning him, he pointed the video in his hand at the wall.
There were rules and regulations written in blue and white on the wall, which read: Penglai Funeral Home Rules and Regulations.
First: Pet cats and dogs are not allowed into crematoriums and funeral homes.
Second: Avoid bright red and gaudy colors, and do not bring clothes or electrical appliances that easily generate static electricity and radio waves.
Third: When entering the funeral home, you should carry with you talismans and amulets to ward off evil spirits, preferably those that have been consecrated and blessed.
Fourth: The first thing to do after getting off the car at the funeral home is to look at the sun to absorb enough yang energy.
Fifth: Women, children and the elderly are absolutely not allowed to enter the crematorium and morgue.
Sixth: Don’t shout your name loudly, and don’t answer if someone calls your name.
There are a total of six regulations above, but there is a handwritten seventh at the bottom.
Seventh: Always confirm the identities of your colleagues and make sure they are alive.
The regulations above are very surprising. I never thought that the rules and regulations of this funeral home are like this.
And the seventh one makes people feel cold on the back, he said as he looked at the time on the wall with a nervous expression.
The night watchman at the funeral home subconsciously touched his empty sleeves: "If you break the rules, you will end up like me."
"My name is Wang Julai. I was born with a strong yang energy. When I was 30, I found a job at the Penglai Funeral Home."
"But I had an accident last year and now I'm a bit disabled, so I'm just responsible for guarding the door at night!"
"I've been working here for a long time, and I often encounter all kinds of weird things in the funeral home."
Meng Fuling stared at him for a moment, examining him. "You've been dealing with corpses for so long that death energy has gathered in the corners of your eyes."
"Even if you possess a strong yang energy, you can no longer withstand the long-term erosion of evil energy."
Then he stared at his arm and frowned: "Your hand was bitten off by a ghost."
Hearing Meng Fuling's words, he nodded in agreement: "Last year at midnight, a mutilated corpse happened to arrive. It was an unidentified corpse sent here by someone whose identity was unknown."
"When my colleague had prepared the body and was about to burn it, he started to go crazy for some reason."
"He picked up a knife and rushed over, chopped off his arm, and then slit his own throat and died."
If she hadn't called the police in time, she would have bled to death by now.
Just mentioning this made Wang Defu feel apprehensive: "So that's how Article 7 of the rules and regulations came about."
At this point, Wang Julai became nervous again: "I found that there seems to be something wrong with my current colleague."
"Master, my new colleague Sun Zheng is very strange. Every night when the shift changes at midnight, he seems to have changed."
"He always talks to himself and I don't know what he is talking about, but when I ask him the next day, he can't remember anything."
"How long has Sun Zheng been like this?" Meng Fuling asked in a low voice.
"It's been a month. He started to act strangely the day after we arrived at the funeral home."
She counted on her fingers and said, "Don't stay here tonight. Leave the funeral home immediately."
"What do you mean, Master?" Wang Julai didn't understand the situation: "It's not my shift change yet."
"Sun Zheng takes over the shift at twelve o'clock every night." Wang Julai felt uneasy when he heard this.
Before Meng Fuling could continue, there was a knock on the door of the night watch room: "Beep, beep, beep!"
In an instant, Wang Julai's face changed drastically and his heart rose to his throat.
"Who, who is it?" He nervously opened the drawer and took out the baton.
It was very quiet outside the door and no one responded. It was a very quiet night and there were no bodies to be burned.
So all his colleagues went home after work, and he was the only living person in the huge venue.
If someone knocks on the door in the middle of the night, there is only one possibility: someone is dead.
Wang Julai took a deep breath, his palms sweating, and he didn't dare to look away.
"Crash!" Suddenly, a face appeared in the glass window next to him, reflecting a man's cheek.
"Lao Wang, it's me, open the door!" The man's voice was hoarse and low: "I'm here to take over the shift!"
"Yes, it's Sun Zheng!" He let out a long sigh and saw that it was not yet twelve o'clock, the time for the shift change.
Meng Fuling looked at the tightly closed door and whispered, "Don't open the door. It's not a human outside."
"What do you mean?" Wang Julai trembled all over when he heard it. "You, you said Sun Zheng is not a human being?"
His hands trembled slightly as he said, "It's not time yet, wait a moment."
"I'm here, open the door!" He began to knock on the door hard, seeming a little anxious.
"If he comes in, you won't be able to leave!" Meng Fuling reminded again: "Leave quickly!"
Unbeknownst to everyone, the face reflected in the glass window was not a human.
An evil ghost wrapped in black aura was riding on his neck, staring at Wang Julai with a ferocious expression.
Meng Fuling looked at the man's face and said, "After a person dies, their soul returns at midnight on the 35th day, which is commonly known as the 'fifth seventh day'. This is the night when ghosts return!"
"This evil spirit has been possessing his colleague Sun Zheng for thirty-five days. Today is the day he returns to the world."
"The soul will possess a person at night. If he kills one person in exchange for one life, he can return to the world of the living."
So the evil ghost possessed Sun Zheng and had long been eyeing Wang Julai's body.
On the night of the return of souls, one person is killed to make up the number for the King of Hell.
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