Chapter 1 Pure Yang(1/2)
Jiang Provincial People's Hospital.
late at night.
Quiet, distant, dark night. The world has fallen asleep at this time, leaving only sparse lights flashing like stars, embellishing the world shrouded in darkness.
It's like the breath of the world.
Mo Zuoyan was walking on the hospital path at this time. Although there were some lights around him, it was a little dark. The night sky tonight was dim and could not even find a star.
"Ahem..."
Mo Zuoyan coughed gently, his face pale, closed his eyes, and felt for a moment, his eyes containing a golden light looked at the location of the hospital morgue, with a calm expression without any turbulence, "The heaven and earth are moving, the universe is balanced, I use a ray of spiritual energy to condense a little 'pure yang' with the vast vitality of the world."
"And after the nine heavens, nine hours, nine minutes and nine seconds of the pure yang condensed, under the balance of the universe, pure yin must be born with the vast death aura of the world."
“And it won’t be too far.”
"The time has come."
“It’s just tonight.”
Mo Zuoyan put on a black mask and sunglasses, speeded up his pace, walking between the road and the shadow between the walls and the ground, his footsteps were silent, like ghosts.
Easily avoided the hospital camera.
In the darkness of tonight.
An unprecedented prosperity will begin.
...
Mortuary.
Mo Zuoyan had arrived, and he hid at the corner of the aisle.
He looked at the door of the morgue.
Not showing up, but observing.
at this time.
Night watchman Lin Zuoxi sat on a chair, leaning against his back, and a tablet computer was placed in front of him, playing an urban love drama full of love's stinking smell.
The male and female protagonists fall in love and kill each other...
Wait a minute!
Rotten smell!
Sudden.
Lin Zuoxi was stunned, sat upright, his nose moved, and indeed smelled a pungent "rotten stinking" that floated out of the morgue.
"What are you doing?"
Lin Zuo muttered dissatisfiedly, "Who is so careless? When the mortal was stopped today, the freezing facilities were not installed? There was a smell of rottenness."
"If the body is really rotten, you won't have to cause trouble for me."
no way.
Lin Zuoxi had no choice but to get up, take out the door card, and walk into the morgue. Although it was not the first time, when he entered the morgue late at night, Lin Zuoxi couldn't help feeling a little scared.
Instinct is a little scared.
Mo Zuoyan did not take any action, just watched quietly.
"Huh..., it's okay, it's okay."
Lin Zuoxi took a deep breath, calmed his mind, opened the lock with the door card, and slowly pushed open the door of the morgue. The incandescent lamp light was very bright and a little dazzling.
What caught my eye was the "coffin" made of steel in a row.
Rely on low temperature freezing to preserve corpses.
Tested for a while.
Lin Zuoxi found no problems.
"this……"
Lin Zuoxi was a little stunned and frowned, "How could it be fine? If there is no problem, what's going on with the 'rotten smell' that floats out?"
Before he knew it, he stayed in the morgue for a long time. The cold and cold temperature made Lin Zuoxi feel a little cold all over his body, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly.
I don’t know if it is because of the temperature in the morgue or because of psychological effects, I always feel too quiet and cold, as if it is slowly eroding Lin Zuoxi.
As the saying goes, it is better to believe in the existence than to believe in the absence.
No hesitation.
Lin Zuoxi turned around and was about to run out of the door.
Just turned around.
Bang!
The gate of the morgue suddenly closed, and the sound of the impact scared Lin Zuoxi's whole body trembled, as if his heartbeat had been missed for half a beat, and his face turned pale as if it was "brushing".
Hands and feet are cold.
"It's coming out soon."
Mo Zuoyan murmured, his eyes lit up slightly.
"This...this..."
Lin Zuoxi shivered and kept reminding himself: "Wind! It must be the wind! It must be the wind that blew the door shut! It must be! It must be!"
However.
The morgue is closed everywhere, so there will be no wind.
Lin Zuoxi rushed out of the door and took out the door card and wanted to unlock it.
Beep...
Beep...
...
Several times in a row.
All are lock-opening failures.
"How come the door lock breaks at this time?!"
Lin Zuoxi began to fear.
Buzz!!!
Yin Qi gathers.
Lin Zuoxi felt a chill that was soaring into his soul from behind.
Instinctive.
Lin Zuoxi turned his head stiffly.
Directly ahead.
What caught Lin Zuoxi's eyes was a thick fog formed by black mist. The thick fog gradually condensed, and a female ghost with disheveled hair appeared.
Bleeding in the seven orifices.
"ah!!!"
Lin Zuoxi could no longer hold on. His fear was like a collapsed mudslide, directly destroying his reason, screaming: "There are ghosts! There are ghosts! There are ghosts!! Help! Help! Help!! Help!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!!!
Lin Zuoxi frantically hit the gate of the morgue, with only fear and desire to survive in his eyes, and he wanted to escape, but with Lin Zuoxi's power, how could he break open the special glass door?
"very good."
Mo Zuoyan was wearing a black cloak, sunglasses and mask, and his appearance was completely hidden among his clothes. He walked out from the corner of the aisle and stood not far from the door of the morgue.
"Save me, save me..."
Lin Zuoxi saw Mo Zuoyan who suddenly appeared through the transparent glass door, as if he had seen the hope of survival, the dawn of hope, and the straw that saved his life.
As for Mo Zuoyan's abnormal outfit, Lin Zuoxi had long ignored it automatically.
Mo Zuoyan looked at Lin Zuoxi with a terrified face, then looked at the black fog of the dark fog behind Lin Zuoxi, and shook his head, "It's just a newly born ghost, and he's actually scared like this."
"I guess it was because of excessive fear, hallucinations appeared."
"Puyang!"
brush!
Mo Zuoyan pointed out, and a golden light flew out of his fingertips, flew out of the air, passed through the transparent glass door, and directly hit the Yinling Black Mist.
Hiss...
To be continued...