Enchanter

Chapter [-]: Fetching Souls and Raising Ghosts

bang bang bang...

One after another, the corpses jumped down from the cabinet nimbly, their eyes were fixed on her, and they kept crawling over, trying to eat them up.

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

The sound came one after another, and the corpse also let out a burst of screams.

"Not good." Yin Hui, who was looking for Conan Doyle, heard this strange voice, and immediately woke up. His brain quickly analyzed the scene, and soon formed a scene in his mind.

Conan Doyle was falling into another enchantment and saw a terrifying scene, so he shot and killed him.

He swiftly raised the money sword, aimed at the direction of the gunshot, and rushed forward fiercely, slashing the money sword in his hand.

Like the sound of glass breaking, the barrier shattered, Conan Doyle's figure was moving inside, and the gun in his hand was constantly shooting.She almost fell into madness and forgot everything.

Disturbed by a strange noise behind her, she immediately turned around and pulled the trigger mercilessly.

"Ah, that's not good!" Yin Hui yelled wildly, then grabbed Tang Yan tightly, pushed her aside, and prepared to block the bullet for her.

But there was only a click, and there was no sound of bullets exploding. Yin Hui, who closed his eyes nervously, opened them, and stared at Conan Doyle who was in a daze for some unknown reason.

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

"Didn't I tell 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 human nature, few people are as bold as you, let alone a girl."

Yin Hui nodded, and didn't continue to pay attention to this matter, but concentrated on paying attention to the four corners of the room, lest he find anything wrong in any corner.

"Are you ready? Did you find anything?" Conan Doyle asked curiously, and at the same time he was looking around vigilantly with a gun without bullets, lest a person would really bounce out of the freezer.

"Lan Ting? Where are you?" He called softly, and his voice kept echoing in the empty mortuary, as if someone shouted the same words from the opposite side.

"Could it be trapped by the barrier?" Tang Yan probably guessed what Yin Hui said about the barrier just now, and reminded him.

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

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

clap...

There was a sound of glass breaking, and another barrier was chopped into pieces by the mahogany sword in Yin Hui's hand.

As the barrier shattered, a girl's body appeared in Yin Hui's sight. Her body was lying on the cold ground, and the temperature from the concrete floor made her tremble a little.

"Both of you, help her up quickly." He turned around, continued to do his own thing, rescued them and ignored them.

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

"Scared out." The three simple words made Lan Ting feel ashamed when she just opened her eyes.In order not to be ashamed in front of them, she still chose to remain in a coma.

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

The body was frozen hard, with a big icicle on the line, and its face was distorted, as if it had been frightened to death.

The body is covered with a layer of frost, so even if you look at it like this, you can't see clearly.

"Conan Doyle, turn off the air conditioner in the mortuary." He looked back at Conan Doyle.

Conan Doyle nodded again and again, and finally turned off the air conditioner switch with a snap.

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

Sure enough, he saw Yin Hui's mouth pouted, slowly moved to his forehead, and let out a soft breath.

"What... what are you doing?" Everyone was a little dazed, not knowing what to say, and finally Tang Yan asked this question in a strange tone.

"You will know later." Yin Hui didn't bother to talk to them, and continued to concentrate on doing his own thing, constantly blowing on the forehead of the corpse.

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

Ha, ha, in the extremely quiet mortuary, there was only the sound of heavy breathing. A man was lying on top of the corpse in the mortuary, bent over, and breathed on the forehead of the corpse.

This scene looked very strange.Fortunately, this person is Yin Hui, if it were someone else, he would have vomited all over his body.

After haggling for a long time, after the frost on the forehead of the corpse dissipated, he stepped forward to observe carefully.

Finally, I finally found something, and shouted excitedly, "Come and see, come and see. It really is what I thought."

Conan Doyle walked up suspiciously, wanting to see what he had found.

Yin Hui's arm wiped the dead man's soft forehead over and over again until the frost on it was wiped off before showing it to her: "Did you see this little pinhole?"

She exerted all her courage and carefully moved her head up, only to find that there was actually a tiny pinhole on the forehead of the deceased.

The pinhole is really too small, if you don't look carefully, you will think that the pinhole is just a pore.

But what's the matter?Isn't it just a small pinhole?

Conan Doyle asked suspiciously.

"Well, it's just a pinhole, but do you know what the pinhole is for?" Yin Hui sighed deeply, closed the freezer heavily, and stared at Conan Doyle at the same time: "Have you ever heard of the art of taking souls and raising ghosts?"

"Take souls? Raise ghosts?" Conan Doyle and the two girls looked at each other, "I've never heard of this idiom. What does it mean?"

"This is an extreme Taoism of Maoshan, but it needs a person with profound Taoism to do it. It seems that we are in trouble this time." Yin Hui sighed and pushed the freezer back: "Come on, let's go back Bar?"

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

Yin Hui nodded: "I figured it out. My guess just now was indeed correct. No wonder the soul of the deceased disappeared from this world for no reason. It turned out that he was raising ghosts. He is really a hateful and hateful guy."

While speaking righteously, he walked out of the morgue.The three of them were also afraid of being fascinated by the ghost, and hurriedly followed out, lest they would be trapped by the barrier again.

"Don't forget to turn on the air conditioner." Yin Hui worried her.I don't know how long these corpses have been stored inside. If there is no air-conditioning switch, the smell of corpses will probably close the hospital for a while.

Conan Doyle nodded, and turned on the air conditioner with a click.Squeaking, the door of the morgue was also closed.

Just as the door was closed, there was a faint sound coming from the corpse that Yin Hui observed carefully, as if something was wriggling inside.

Not long after, the door of the freezer opened with a click.A white paper crane slowly flew out from inside and circled around the mortuary, with blood-red eyes flickering, observing everything in the room.

Yin Hui and the others, who knew nothing about 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 hadn't come out yet, but the brilliance had already come to the earth, making this place a bit chilly.Through the thick frost on the car window, you can vaguely see the outside.Some early morning stalls have already begun to be set up, the hot air drives away the cold surroundings, the meat sandwiches, fried purses, etc. have an attractive smell early, but when they think of what they saw in the mortuary, they will I lost my appetite.

I don't know how long it took, when the car finally stopped, they realized that they had reached the place.