Because of the Eighteen Prisons, the person who was walking in the world with a corpse on his back has been listed as the target of hunting by the Demon-Subduing Hall.

The most active place for the corpse-carrying man, Yizhuang, was also banned.

The bodies of Lin Zhonghou and Liu Jie can only be temporarily stored in the ice cellar renovated by Dali Temple.

According to Chen Feng's understanding, it almost means morgue.

Night falls.

The ice cellar is cold and the temperature is lower than that during the day.

Several oil lamps were hung on the copper arm half embedded in the wall.

The lights as big as beans seemed to be afraid of the coldness and shrank under the copper arm, flickering light and dark.

It seems that there is only one last breath left, and it is possible to extinguish it at any time.

The lights that are not very bright cause the light in the entire ice cellar to become darker and deteriorate.

The shadow of the copper arm was projected and magnified into a strange pattern under the lights, like a shadow monster trapped on the ground. No matter how hard it struggled, it could not escape the acre of three-point land.

There are about a dozen corpses in the middle of the ice cellar.

The body was covered with white cloth and could not see clearly. From the outline alone, there were men and women, complete ones, and missing arms and legs.

squeak... squeak... squeak...

The door of the ice cellar is automatically without wind.

Making a sound of grinding teeth.

One of the white cloth covering the corpse was shaking slightly.

The creaking and sour sound continued, paving smoothly and coherently at a certain node.

Then two subtle footsteps came.

The pause of creaking continued again until the sound of the door closing sounded softly, and the ice cellar returned to silent silence.

Song Zan, who was covered in plain white, bowed and appeared behind the door.

He touched the door panel and listened carefully to the movement outside the door.

Then he tiptoed to Liu Jie's body.

Song Zan carefully rolled up the white cloth covering Liu Jie's body one by one.

Liu Jie's pale and gray face showed up.

He closed his eyes tightly, his eyebrows tightly fucked, and his expression was painful, and he could tell that he was heartbroken to death.

Song Zan looked at Liu Jie carefully for a while as if he was appreciating a work of art.

A satisfied expression was stretched out on the wrinkled face.

Song Zan took out a magnet and put it on Liu Jie's heart.

Liu Jie's heart was like an electric shock, and there was no sign of surprise.

Song Zan held the magnet and gently pulled it up.

A long thin filament that was as long as hair attached to the magnet was slowly pulled out from Liu Jie's heart.

Seeing this, Song Zan was obviously relieved.

He sighed in a long sigh and was about to put away the magnet.

A pair of pale hands suddenly grabbed Song Zan's wrist.

Song Zan looked up and saw his eyebrows pounding and his eyelids twitched.

I saw Liu Jie's closed eyes open at some point, staring at Song Zan with a round and bulging bloody eyeball.

And those pale hands were Liu Jie's hands.

He grabbed Song Zan's wrist tightly, and because of his forceful and bloodless fingers, empty white appeared.

He...hehe...

Liu Jie opened and closed his mouth slowly like a puppet, making a sound of bleeding and saliva blocking his throat.

Accompanied by the stinging sound of Hehe, Liu Jie bulged his eyes and stared at Song Zan, and said, "For... Why... I want to... kill me."

Song Zan's scalp was numb, goose bumps on his arms, and boiling water caused layers after layers.

He thrust his hands violently.

Liu Jie's body then sat up with a slight noise, almost facing to Song Zan's face.

"For... why, why." Liu Jie's eyes were not focused, and his expressionless dead face was speaking faster and faster.

Song Zan was shocked in cold sweat.

He was also a coroner after all, and he had seen countless dead bodies in his life.

After a brief loss of mind, he kicked Liu Jie in the stomach with courage.

Two clicks.

Liu Jie, who grabbed Song Zan, had a soft wrist and was torn apart by the pulling force.

The muscles of the inactive corpse are just not firm and are broken under the action of huge force.

Song Zan held two broken palms on his wrist and took a few steps back.

His face was pale and wrinkled, and his face was filled with fears about the rest of his life.

"It's not scary to have labor and capital touched the dead body for a lifetime." Song Zan said bold words, prying apart the broken palms on his wrist one by one.

Liu Jie, who had lost his palm, rolled to the ground, and his whole body was filled with bulging meat buns.

He kicked the ground and stood up straight, stretched out his broken arm with the minced meat, kept shouting "Why kill me?", and rushed towards Song Zan like a vicious dog.

"If you want to take revenge, find Butler Xiong." Song Zan sweated coldly, shouted angrily, and plucked the magnet and hit Liu Jie in the head.

With a bang.

Liu Jie shaking back three steps, his steps were fixed, and he stood up again with his waist bent back, which was almost close to the ground.

He roared in his throat, his face was filled with a boiling bulge, and he said with a ferocious expression: "Who is Mr. Xiong?"

"Butler Xiong is...yes..." Song Zan, who was sweating gradually, suddenly woke up halfway through his words.

He scolded, "Who is it? Pretend to be a ghost and come out for me."

Song Zan is worthy of being the coroner who touched the body. After a brief panic, he actually judged from Liu Jie that it was not that he was cheating on the corpse to seek revenge, but that someone was secretly manipulating it.

He was right. Chen Feng planted iron-wire rice worms in Liu Jie's body, secretly manipulated Liu Jie's body to "scam" and scared Song Zan, and plagued his words.

"I just said this method doesn't work, you don't believe it."

"Oh, my efforts failed. The six Yin Yi meridians are all devastated. It turns out that there is no ordinary person to fool."

"At least it was verified that Liu Jie's death was done by Song Zan. He also knew that the person who instructed him behind the scenes would not lose money."

"Well, this wave is quite profitable."

The two "corpses" covered with white cloth suddenly resurrected.

Zeng Shuyou and Chen Feng lifted the white cloth and sighed and jumped off the corpse bed.

Song Zan's face turned black and blue and white, staring at Chen Feng and gritting his teeth, "I should have killed you long ago, but I never thought that it would make you a bad thing."

Chen Feng spread his hands and pursed his lips and mocked: "If you came to kill me early, Liu Jie wouldn't have to die."

He turned his face and smiled, saying, "You are the one who dies."

Zeng Shuyou looked lonely and shook his head and said, "Master Song, you are also an old man from Dali Temple. Ask yourself, I treat you well, I am sorry for you in terms of status and salary. Why do you want to betray me?"

The guilt on Song Zan's face was fleeting.

He was silent for a moment, first clasped his fists, and then said with a firm look: "Sir Shaoqing, it's not that he doesn't know how to be grateful, but that he can't help himself. I advise you, don't check it, otherwise the Zeng family will not be able to protect you."

"Threat me?" Zeng Shuyou's lips curled up and his eyes condensed. Those beautiful eyes subconsciously condensed Leng Shuang.

"Even so." Song Zan pinched his fingers, shook his neck, turned to Chen Feng, and his face turned gloomy.

"Since the past relationship, Lord Zeng can leave tonight, and you, please accompany Liu Jie to support the corpse."

"It's not that the older people get, the more powerful they are. I want to see the coroner." Chen Feng reached out and stopped Zeng Shuyou who was digging the ancient jade and reminded him: "This is a civil war between our Yinyi six meridians. Go away and don't splash your blood."

"Then be careful, the method of Resurrection Cliff is no worse than that of the Eighteen Prisons." Zeng Shuyou patted Chen Feng on the shoulder, took two steps back, and whispered: "I'll scoop for you."

Is the underworld force behind the coroner?

From the words of Zeng Shujiao, Chen Feng instantly clarified some information.

Zeng Shuyou compared the methods of returning to the soul cliff with the Eighteen Prisons, which shows that the coroner and the corpse-carrying man are both masters of corpse play.

The corpse-carrying man used the secret method of corpse refining to refine corpse puppets. What about the coroner?

Chen Feng knew about it soon.

Looking at Song Zan's actions, Chen Feng felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
To be continued...