Weird Resurrection: I Can Transform into a Great Demon

Zhang Wenbo's face was uncertain

He closed the door to lock the living person in front of him in a pile of corpses, and then wait for the other party to find out that his only companion was also dead.

But the other party took the initiative to lock the door, which made Zhang Wenbo faintly feel passive.

Why did he lock the door?

Did he want to anal me?

When he thought of this possibility, Zhang Wenbo couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Low-level corpse ghost's anus is cold, ghost energy +5."

Jiang Chen looked at the doctor.

The other party should not have lied before. He did witness the death of the morgue manager. The only lie he made was that he did not run away that night, but became one of these corpses!

"Interesting."

Jiang Chen was about to take action. After seeing the system prompt, he patted the other party on the shoulder and cast an appreciative look.

This kind of ghost who actively gave away ghost energy was the first time he encountered it.

Zhang Wenbo was even more terrified.

The way he looked at me seemed to be full of appreciation?

We are all men, what do you mean?

"Ghost Qi +9!"

This is the maximum ghost Qi that resentment can provide.

Jiang Chen turned his head and glanced at the morgue. It was colder here than outside the corridor. Corpses were lying on the beds, covered with white sheets. There were three beds with white sheets, but no corpses.

"What happened to these three beds?" Jiang Chen asked.

Zhang Wenbo looked over and deliberately widened his eyes: "How is it possible? After those corpses disappeared, no one dared to move their beds. There should be nine empty beds here!"

He stepped back a few steps, his back against the wall, and said in a trembling voice: "They... They are back!"

"Back?" Jiang Chen muttered to himself, and suddenly walked forward: "That's good, they dare to come back, this time no one can escape."

These fierce words stunned Zhang Wenbo.

"Ghost Qi +6."

"Ghost Qi +4."

"..."

After several prompts, it seems that the thing lying here was also shocked by Jiang Chen's words.

Jiang Chen lifted a white cloth, and underneath was a middle-aged man with sunken eyes and a pale face. He should have been dead for several days. The other party closed his eyes tightly, but the corners of his mouth raised a strange arc, as if smiling.

Normally, after a person dies, the muscles lose strength and it is impossible to show such an expression. This scene looks very strange.

Pah! Pah!

Two big slaps fell on his face, and the arc of the middle-aged man's mouth corners was almost unbearable.

"Ghost Qi +8."

"Brother, are you awake?" Jiang Chen shouted.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and opened his eyes, saying grimly: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"What's so scary about that? We are all corpses. What's so scary about that?" Jiang Chen pointed to an empty bed next to him: "This is my bed. Today is the seventh day after my death. I just resurrected."

Middle-aged man: "???"

"Brother, you are so weird." Jiang Chen stared at the middle-aged man and said in amazement.

"What's so weird?" The middle-aged man was stunned.

"How many days have you been dead?"

"Four days, what's wrong?"

"That's right. Generally speaking, people can only resurrect after the seventh day after their death. It's only been four days since your death. I'm afraid there's something wrong with your corpse!" Jiang Chen was very serious.

The other corpses lying on the side all twitched their mouths under the white cloth.

We are all fucking corpses. What else can go wrong?

"Ghost Qi +4."

"Ghost Qi..."

However, bystanders are more clear than those involved. Hearing this, the middle-aged man also became serious: "Master, what do you mean?"

"Returning to the soul on the seventh day is a natural law. If you return early, it will affect the future of your family and even your reincarnation."

The middle-aged man was thoughtful. He had also heard of this saying that the first seven days are the night of returning to the soul.

"Master, how to resolve it?" A trace of anxiety appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

"It's easy." Jiang Chen rummaged in his bag and took out a forearm-long sharp knife. This was snatched from the disfigured ghost and reached the ghost weapon level.

"When I take action later, don't resist. The white knife goes in and the red knife comes out. You will die for three more days and return to the soul when the time comes. Do you understand?" Jiang Chen looked serious.

Feeling the terrifying resentment on the knife, the middle-aged man's eyes widened. This is definitely something that a ghost much stronger than himself has used.

He could feel that if he was stabbed by this knife, his soul would be torn apart immediately!

God damn, don't resist!

Are you fooling around here?

"Ghost Qi +9."

At this time, the middle-aged man also reacted. Seeing the sharp knife stabbing at him, he looked fierce and was about to attack.

But Jiang Chen was close to him, and when he attacked unexpectedly, a resentment-level corpse ghost could not dodge at all.

Swish!

The sharp knife directly pierced the middle-aged man's heart, and Jiang Chen also twisted it hard, which was extremely cruel."Ding, low-level corpse ghost (grudge) died, ghost energy +9!"

Jiang Chen's eyes lit up.

With his current basic strength, he can really kill a grudge!

As for whether the other party is innocent, he has also judged it. With the demonic power concentrated in his eyes, he can see a trace of black grudge on the middle-aged man. Only ghosts who have killed people will show this state.

Some grudges that have not been killed because of their obsession will only have light gray grudges.

"Ghost energy..."

At this time, prompts continued, and Zhang Wenbo and the other corpses lying on the shelf all showed horror. So they killed one of their companions so easily?

Jiang Chen took a look, and after a few waves of prompts, his ghost energy was more than 950.

"Not bad, although the ghost energy provided by grudges is one order of magnitude lower than that of evil ghosts, it wins because there are more grudges!"

He was very excited and lifted a shroud next to him.

An old man was lying down, in a strange posture, lying on his side, holding the edge of the bed with his hands and feet. He seemed to want to get up from the bed just now, but after seeing Jiang Chen's cruelty, he chose to continue to play dead.

Snap! Snap!

Jiang Chen slapped him twice, the sound was very loud.

"Low-level corpse ghost: Your mother! Ghost energy +8."

"Wake up, uncle, wake up!" Jiang Chen shouted, while being unceremoniously, slapping him one after another.

"Snap Snap Snap!"

After more than ten slaps, the old man opened his eyes with a painful look on his face, mainly because he was afraid that his head would be slapped off by this young man if he didn't open his eyes again.

"What do you want to do?" The old man asked grimly.

"Nothing, it's just that it's past nine o'clock now, uncle, you should take sleeping pills and go to bed." Jiang Chen explained.

Old man: ? ? ?

Wake me up to take sleeping pills?

You kid has taken all the bamboo shoots on the mountain!

"You..." The old man was about to say something, but suddenly his eyes widened and he looked at his chest, where a sharp knife was inserted. The young man in front of him was looking at him with a warm smile.

"Uncle, I suddenly remembered that I forgot to bring sleeping pills. This is a physical sleep aid. Don't be afraid, just close your eyes and fall asleep."

The old man was pierced by the ghost energy, and his remaining consciousness became more and more blurred. He died quietly listening to the young man's devilish whisper.

"Ding, low-level corpse ghost (grudge) died, ghost energy +9!"

"Ghost energy +5."

"..."

I don't know if it was Zhang Wenbo's illusion, but there seemed to be a continuous sound of cold air in the morgue. He understood why the other party locked the door. He was really afraid that these corpses would run away!

Damn!

Are you so fierce as a living person?

He walked five steps in the morgue and slapped the corpse eighteen times.