I drove Uncle Zhang's Great Wall H6 towards the Third Hospital of the Municipal People's Court.

It is already past 11 o'clock in the evening. Although it is late at night, there are still cars coming and going on the road, and there are still many night markets on the roadside.

The whole city looks confused in the lights!

It takes only 30 minutes to drive to the Third Hospital of the City, because it is at night, there is no traffic jam!

When entering the gate of the Third Hospital, the guard still came over to inquire. I symbolically took out my work permit and showed it to him.

The guard at the gate looked at me, then took a look at my work permit and let me in without saying much.

After all, it is common for people from funeral homes to come to the hospital, and if they drive hearse, the guards of major hospitals may be old acquaintances.

Although I am not a hearse, I have been traveling with Uncle Xiong, who has driven a hearse since I was a child, since I was a child.

Wherever the parking garages and morgues are located in the city, they are all familiar with the road.

I easily found the parking space as if I was back home. After parking, I rolled the window a little and then closed the door and took the director straight to the morgue.

Let Zhang Yi sleep for a while in the car!

This work of collecting souls is not something he can see, so as not to scream.

The morgue of the Third Hospital is on the second floor of the inpatient department and can be directly passed through the reserved passage in the garage.

But that passage is generally not open.

Because it was already late at night, there were not many cars in the garage, and most of the doctors and staff had already returned home. The rest were nothing more than the families of the hospitalization department who came to visit the patients.

There were fewer cars on the second floor, and the entire garage looked dark and wet.

These three courtyards have been around for many years, and the garage has not been renovated and repaired, and it looks dilapidated.

I walked through the door with the flash of "Idle people have no entry", walked into the passage without any speed, and walked straight towards the morgue.

The passage is not wide, with a spacing of about three meters. The walls on both sides are soaked with water stains and are burnt yellow. The yellow lights on the top appear to be light and dark.

Although I have become accustomed to this deep and dark aura, after all, this is no different from the morgue in the crematorium. Where dead bodies are placed all year round, the yin energy seems particularly heavy.

I wore a black sweatshirt, paired with tight jeans, and a pair of colorful sneakers. The shoes emitted a fluorescent green light under the dim light.

Like a plastic floor, my sneakers make a "puji,puji" sound when I put them on!

There is a small compartment outside the morgue, and the light inside suddenly turns on.

A middle-aged man in a white coat walked out and asked as soon as he saw me, "Why did you run over in the middle of the night?"

"Didn't you send someone to death with a heart attack in the afternoon? The family called and said that something seemed to have fallen into the morgue, so we asked our people to come and look for it!"

The gatekeeper Duan is also an old man in the morgue of the Third Court. It is common for me to come to play with Uncle Xiong and Brother Xiong Xin on weekdays, so I am considered an acquaintance with a big face.

"Oh! Are you alone?" He didn't have too many questions on his face, but just said casually.

"Yes, I'm just here to get something!" I said as I familiarized myself with the registration book he hung at the door and filled in my name and unit.

I finished writing in two strokes, threw the pen and walked inside. Lao Duan didn't say anything, and let me in without raising his eyelids.

He retreated back to the small room and went to watch TV.

The director stretched out his head from the hat behind my sweatshirt and looked around.

I whistled twice with a little ease and pushed open the door of the morgue.

When I opened the door of the morgue, I blinked, opened my spiritual eyes, and looked around.

This visual feeling has changed a lot, and this is the first time I have opened my spiritual eyes to visit this morgue.

The scene of blue fires flashing everywhere really made my eyes lit up, let alone how beautiful it is.

Are these sometimes strong and sometimes weak fluorescent fires the souls that have been preserved in the morgues over the years?

The entire morgue is covered with stars...

I suddenly felt the director's tail shaking slightly, and all the blue flames trembled slightly!

"Don't scare them!" I greeted the curator who was sitting on my shoulder.

What I got was a tail slapped on my back, and it hurt!

Is no one here to collect these remaining souls? Can I collect them?

Suddenly a bunch of question marks popped up in my mind, so I took out my phone, clicked on the Soul Collection column on the underworld interface and took a look.

It is still a reminder of "Xu Guoping to be processed", and there are no other prompts.

While wondering, a few words suddenly popped up: "Unknown souls can be picked up, will the temporary space be opened!"

I immediately clicked "Yes".

The interface immediately shows: "Unknown souls can be picked up, and can be temporarily stored in the golden hairpin spirit bead. You can also submit it directly to enter the spiritual world.

The unknown soul is named after the nameless ghost, and can only enter the animal realm, and the merits are included!"

this……

I was a little confused and looked at the director, hoping that it would give me an opinion, but it looked at me with its nostrils.

What is the use of depositing this into the spirit bead? If submitted directly, it is equivalent to the souls collected now that they will enter the livestock realm. Isn’t it a bit too irresponsible?

But how can these unknown souls verify their source one by one?

At this time, the blue fire in the room seemed to start to move, and various sounds were directly transmitted to my ears.

"Please let the emperor take us away!"

"I want to be reincarnated, it's okay to be a dog!"

"Let us go out, I don't want to be eaten by evil spirits!"

"Sir, please take us out!"

...

One by one, the flirty fires slowly moved closer to me!

For a moment, a circle of blue flames surrounded me, gathering layer by layer.

"You all want to enter the livestock path?"

"Yes, we are willing, I am entangled by evil ghosts here, and I have been waiting for thirty years for a yin envoy to save us."

"I can't remember my name!"

"My child threw me out!"

...

My ears were filled with the crying of women, the lament of men, and the crying of old men and children!

What a miserable and miserable person!

"Evil ghost?" I grabbed a keyword?

Why are there evil ghosts in this world? I haven’t encountered a single evil ghost after four years of working as a temporary worker!

What does this evil ghost look like?

I'm quite curious!

Can you eat people? Can you transform? Can you spell? Or can you absorb human souls!

While wondering, a gust of wind suddenly passed by, and the morgue cart in the morgue suddenly started to move.

The iron wheels seemed to rub against the ground through a strange force, making a "squeaking" sound.

Some of these mortal carts were dead on some of them, while others were empty. Dozens of mortal carts drove towards me in one go.

All the spiritual fire disappeared instantly...

Well? Where to hide?
Chapter completed!