The morgue is a place where corpses are stored, and the funeral home receives many unidentified bodies every year. These cases cannot be solved for the time being, so they will be temporarily stored here. Another reason is that due to the case being in the trial process, procedures such as autopsy are required, such as traffic accident disputes, criminal homicide cases, etc.

  In short, the corpses that stay here all have their own stories. The name "Taiping" is also meant to let them rest in peace after death and not make trouble. In ancient times, it can also be called a charitable house, but now with refrigeration technology, the corpse will not rot.

  This kind of place is often the best source of ghost stories, and in various places, whether it's a hospital or a funeral home, there are countless examples of "friends" appearing to disturb people. Since the disappearance of the charity house, this has been the most eerie place in the world, without exception.

  Since ancient times, China has emphasized the importance of burying the dead in a timely manner to show respect and allow them to rest in peace. Failing to do so would be cruel to the deceased and a torment to the living.

  However, the people who stay here for various reasons cannot be buried, and it is inevitable that the resentment will accumulate more and more over time, affecting each other. This is the easiest place to produce fierce ghosts. The location of this morgue is generally placed in a remote corner on the west side where no one goes, and this direction is also the worst position in the house. In our local dialect, it is called "Diao Jiao Lou". In the past, when a young lady from a wealthy family ran away with her lover and was caught back, she would often be locked up there.

  The heavy steel iron gate was slowly opened, and a cold air rushed in. The place had been kept at low temperature all year round, and the four people almost simultaneously shivered with cold.

  "This place is really freaking weird. If Old Jin doesn't give me a thick stack of cash tomorrow morning, I'll flip his office."

  Not to mention Zhao, Cha Wenbin felt his hairs standing on end. On the wall there was a switch. Here he didn't dare be careless. "Pop" went the sound, a sheet of white light, the whole room was that kind of intense pale white, piercing deep into one's soul.

  The spiritual fear is often greater than the appearance of dirty things, and the unknown world always has a stimulating challenge quietly waiting for your arrival. Row after row of cold storage are arranged in order, square grids fill the view, this is the morgue where bodies are stored.

  According to the number given by Director Jin, they found the location of the unidentified body: in the far west corner.

  "It's really a group of incompetent people messing around here, and they dare to put the body in this position." Cha Wenbin looked at the layout with some dissatisfaction, muttering to himself. The old Cha Wenbin didn't talk much, but after what happened on Qingcheng Mountain, he started talking more, perhaps trying to escape something.

  Chaozi took out the cruciform key from his pocket and was about to open the grid, but Cha Wenbin held his hand: "Don't rush, retreat to the position at the door first."

  After retreating to the door, Cha Wenbin took out a set of red ropes from his pocket, with small bells hanging on them. He had used this thing in Sichuan before, and no matter whether it was human or ghost passing by, it would trigger the fine line to make the bell sound an alarm. It is said that this thread is not ordinary thread, but a mixture of yak tail hair from the Western Regions woven together.

  After being pushed out of the door, this line was continued by Chaozi and Zhuo Xiong in a "Z" shape from the stairs to the delivery room. Unless that person had wings, he would definitely be caught off guard. Remembering their previous losses outside, Cha Wenbin decided to go in alone this time, leaving all three of them behind the door.

  After taking the key, Cha Wenbin locked the big gate tightly, and in the vast space, he was the only living person left. Even the sound of breathing could be heard exceptionally clearly. If you say fear, he wouldn't be afraid. Since following his master, spending nights in tombs wasn't a rare occurrence for him. As a Taoist, he was born to deal with these things.

  However, this time he didn't plan to hold back either. All the tricks in his hand were revealed, and what gave him the most confidence was that apart from old friends like Qixing Sword and Dabao, there were also six Soul-destroying Nails brought back from Qifeng Mountain. After returning home, he studied them carefully, but the mysterious and profound talismans were enough to keep him busy for half his life. The perfect combination of Taoist essence and ancient witchcraft allowed Cha Wenbin to create several more spells, and today's mindset was that even if he couldn't defeat you, he would still destroy your spirit.

  This hidden compartment is not as angular as a coffin, it's completely inlaid, so there's no need for anything like corpse-binding ropes. And besides, he didn't plan on being polite to the other party today. The evil ghost who committed atrocities, Cha Wenbin wasn't that kind-hearted, coming at him with brute force, could you be more formidable than that golden mask that had been repaired for over a thousand years?

  Wearing cloth shoes has several benefits: quiet sound, no smelly feet and walking is just right! Cha Wenbin exuded an air of righteousness, his Seven Star Sword gleaming as it left its scabbard, charging straight for that corner. If you don't show yourself, I'll nail you directly!

  With a "click", the key had been turned, and there was a handle at the bottom of the cabinet. Zhang Wenbin was staring straight ahead, his left hand suddenly pulling up with force, and with a "clang" sound, the cabinet popped open. His right hand's Seven Star Sword was already raised in mid-air.

  "Empty!", Cha Wenbin stared at the empty cabinet in front of him, unable to believe it. He knew that Director Jin would never dare to play this kind of joke on him, and he wouldn't make a mistake either. The mortuary had strict procedures for storing corpses, each one corresponding to its own number and cabinet.

  Zha Wenbin's right ear twitched, and he heard a faint ringing sound outside the door. He slapped his thigh and shouted: "Not good, I've been tricked!" What made him even more anxious was that at the same time, the surroundings fell into darkness, and the power was cut off!

  Fortunately, he still had a flashlight on him, but Cha Wenbin didn't plan to turn it on. Instead, he crouched down and quietly made his way to the door, where his three brothers were standing guard, each one strong and well-trained. Normally, no one could get close to them. At this moment, what worried him even more was inside the room. If the other party had already set a trap, he would likely fall into it.

  The moment he touched the handle, his heart finally calmed down. He twisted open the switch and the heavy door slowly opened. Outside the door was a piece of darkness, without any movement.

  As soon as he turned on the flashlight, three big men were lying horizontally and vertically at his feet. Cha Wenbin suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on his back. He bent down to probe them for a moment, all three of them still had breathing, and it was very smooth, but no matter how he exchanged blows or kicked them, there was no response, just like someone who had drunk too much wine, sleeping soundly.

  In this case, the first person that came to Zhang Wenbin's mind was Leng Yueran! She had also mysteriously fainted in Xifeng Mountain, but her vital signs remained normal.

  After checking, there was no one below. Wen Bin struggled to carry them one by one into the corridor until he reached the end. When he lifted his head again, a red figure flashed by in the distance and quickly escaped into the delivery room.

  "Is it human or ghost?" Cha Wenbin asked himself, that speed was too fast to be human, but the dead end in front of him clearly indicated a signal for himself, to go in or not? Looking at the three people lying on the ground, it was probably done by that person just now, instantly killing three masters in an instant, this skill is really not covered!

  In! Without entering the tiger's lair, how can you get the tiger's son? Since I've spent so much thought on this, if I didn't come to meet with you, wouldn't it be letting you busy yourself in vain? Anyway, now I'm also a lone bachelor, no parents above, no children below, my only son has already been entrusted to Old He, and yet I still fear that you won't make it.

  The three people on the ground were clearly not going to kill him, so the target was himself. The difference between life and death, he had already seen through it after casting the Inverse Heaven Soul Devouring Curse in Qi Feng Mountain, this life was just a messy and confused pick-up.

  After settling the three of them, Cha Wenbin strode towards the morgue with large steps, a hint of an inexplicable smile flashing at the corner of his mouth. This time he kicked it open directly, and with a loud "clang", the heavy iron door swung wide open. The snow-white tactical searchlight swept across, but nothing was found.

  Here is the translation:

  The crypts here are row upon row, with a total of seven rows. Cha Wenbin held the Seven Star Sword and slowly searched through them, all the way to the sixth row, but still didn't find anything unusual. When he finally stepped over to where the seventh row came into view, he suddenly saw that the one he had opened earlier was now closed again...

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