Chapter 176: Harvest the Soul and Raise the Ghost

Bang bang bang bang...

The bodies flexibly jumped down from the cabinet, staring at her with their eyes straight, crawling over to eat it.

At this moment, Conan Doyle took out a silver-yellow pistol from his pocket and shot at the corpses.

The sounds came one after another, and the corpse also made a loud shout.

"No." Yin Hui, who was looking for Conan Doyle, heard this strange sound and immediately woke up. His brain quickly analyzed the scene, and soon formed a scene in his mind.

Conan Doyle was trapped in another barrier and saw a terrifying scene, so he shot and killed him.

He raised the money sword quickly, saw the direction of the gunshots, rushed forward fiercely, and the money sword in his hand suddenly slashed up.

Like the sound of glass shattering, the barrier was broken, Conan Doyle's figure was moving inside, and the gun in her hand kept firing. She almost fell into madness and forgot everything.

She was disturbed by a strange sound behind her, and immediately turned around and pulled the trigger without mercy.

"Ah, no!" Yin Hui shouted wildly, then grabbed Tang Yan tightly, pushed her aside, preparing to block the bullet for her.

But only a click was heard, and there was no sound of bullets exploded. Yin Hui, who closed her eyes nervously, opened her eyes and stared at Conan Doyle, who was stunned for no reason.

Conan Doyle smiled bitterly, sighed, and shook the gun in his hand: "Fortunately there are no bullets."

"Haven't you told you that all this is an illusion?" Yin Hui said with some reproach. If there was half a bullet in the gun just now, he would definitely be dead.

She patted Yin Hui on the shoulder: "It's normal, few people are as bold as you, let alone a girl."

Yin Hui nodded, and did not continue to pay attention to the matter. Instead, he focused on the four corners of the room, fearing that he would find something wrong in any corner.

"Okay? Have you found anything?" Conan Doyle asked curiously, and at the same time he was also looking around with a bulletless gun, fearing that someone would really jump out of the freezer.

"Lan Ting? Where are you?" He called softly, and his voice kept echoing in this empty morgue, as if someone shouted the same thing from the other side.

"Will you be trapped by the barrier?" Tang Yan probably guessed something when she heard Yin Hui talk about the barrier just now, and reminded him.

Yin Hui naturally knew the truth that Lan Ting was trapped by the barrier, but in order not to make Tang Yan feel that what she said was nonsense, he nodded and said, "Well, why did I forget this?"

"Lan Ting? Where are you?" He called out softly again, and no one answered. The peach wood sword in his hand began to slash around, hoping to break the barrier.

Bang...

There was a sound of glass breaking, and another barrier was cut by the peach wood sword in Yin Hui's hand.

As the barrier was broken, a girl's body appeared in Yin Hui's sight. Her body was lying on the cold ground. The temperature from the cement floor made her whole body tremble.

"You two, hurry up and help her up." He turned around and continued to do his own thing, freeing them and not paying attention to them anymore.

"Yin Hui, what's wrong with him?" Tang Yan asked with concern.

"I was shocked." The simple three words said, Lan Ting, who had just opened her eyes, felt ashamed. In order not to embarrass her, she chose to continue to fall into a coma.

"Crack." Yin Hui walked to one of the freezers, pulled her body out of it, then put her face on the corpse's head, and studied it carefully for a long time.

The body was so cold that it was hard all over, with a big ice bump on the line, and her face was twisted and deformed, as if she was scared to death.

The body has a layer of frost, so it is impossible to see clearly if you look at it like this.

"Conan Doyle, turn off the air conditioning in the morgue." He looked back at Conan Doyle.

Conan Doyle nodded repeatedly, and finally turned off the air-conditioning switch with a snap.

Although they didn't understand why they did this, they knew that there must be some reason for him to do this.

Sure enough, he saw Yin Hui's mouth pouting, slowly leaning on his forehead, and breathing gently.

"This...why are you doing?" Everyone was stunned, not knowing what to say, but in the end, Tang Yan asked this in a weird tone.

"You will know later." Yin Hui didn't bother to say more to them, and continued to concentrate on doing his own thing, constantly venting on the corpse's forehead.

As the air conditioning in the room was dissipating, they were not as cold as before, and they all focused their attention on Yin Hui, wanting to see what he was going to do.

Haha, ha, there was only a heavy silence in the extremely quiet morgue. A man leaned over the morgue's corpse, bent down and bowed his back, breathing his mouth against the corpse's forehead.

This scene looks very strange. Fortunately, this person is Yin Hui. If it were someone else, he would have vomited so much that he would have been weak all over.

After a long time, he waited until the frost on the corpse's forehead dissipated, he went forward to observe carefully.

Finally, I found something and shouted excitedly, "Come on, come on, come on. It's really the same as I thought."

Conan Doyle walked up in confusion, trying to see what he had discovered.

Yin Hui's arm was wiped over and over again on the deceased's soft forehead until the frost on it was cleaned and then she showed it: "Did you see this small pinhole?"

She tried all her courage and carefully put her head on her head. She really found that there was actually a small pinhole on the forehead of the deceased.

The pinhole is too small. If you don’t look carefully, you will think that the pinhole is just a pore.

But what happened to this? Isn’t it just a small pinhole?

Conan Doyle asked in confusion.

"Well, it's just a pinhole, but do you know what this pinhole is for?" Yin Hui sighed deeply and closed the freezer heavily. At the same time, he stared at Conan Doyle with his eyes: "Have you ever heard of the technique of soul-harvesting and raising ghosts?"

"Soul-taking? Raising ghosts?" Conan Doyle looked at each other with two girls: "I have never heard of this idiom before. What does it mean?"

"This is an extreme Taoist technique in Maoshan, but it requires people with advanced Taoism to do it. It seems that we are in trouble this time." Yin Hui sighed and pushed the freezer back: "Let's go, let's go back?"

"Go back? Have you figured it out?" Conan Doyle looked at Yin Hui: "You'd better sort out everything before you come back. I don't want to accompany you for a second time."

Yin Hui nodded: "I have figured it out. My guess just now is indeed correct. No wonder the soul of the deceased disappeared from this world for no reason. It turns out that it is a ghost raising. What a hateful guy."

While speaking righteously, they walked out of the morgue. The three of them were afraid of being fascinated by ghosts, so they hurriedly followed them, fearing that they would be trapped by the barrier again.

"Don't forget to turn on the air-conditioning switch." Yin Hui was worried about her. I don't know how long these corpses have been stored in them. If there were no air-conditioning switches, the smell of the corpse would probably shut down the hospital for a while.

Conan Doyle nodded and clicked on the air-conditioning switch. He squeaked and closed the morgue door.

The door had just closed, and there was a sound from the corpse that was carefully observed by Yin Hui. It seemed that something was squirming inside.

Soon, the freezers actually opened with a click. A white paper crane slowly flew out from inside, hovering around the morgue, and his blood-red eyes flashed, observing everything in the room.

Yin Hui and others, who were completely unaware of all this, got into a black car and walked towards the National Security Bureau.

It was almost five o'clock in the morning, and the sun had not yet come out, but the light had already arrived at the earth, making the place shine a little cold. Through the heavy frost on the car window, you could vaguely see outside. Some early morning stalls have begun to set up, and the hot gas drove away the cold around them. The roujiamo, fried purse and other breakfasts exuded an attractive smell, but when they thought of the scene they saw in the morgue, they lost their appetite.
Chapter completed!