Chapter 18 Funeral Home
This place is not far from the ancient town at the foot of the mountain.
The rescue team returned to the foot of the mountain in a short time.
The ancient town’s funeral home is located on the edge of the town, a very old building.
Vines covered the walls, making it exceptionally grim.
The old man Wu Yixuan followed, his gaze fixed on the corpse. When the shroud was placed on the stretcher cart of the funeral home, his pupils contracted sharply.
The Soul-镇 talisman in the corpse’s mouth was fading to a gray-white color at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He pretended to adjust the shroud, but secretly stuffed the second Soul-鎮 talisman soaked in the blood of the black dog into the corpse’s collar.
The stretcher cart slowly drove into the morgue.
The temperature here was very low to prevent the corpses from decaying.
But based on Wu Yixuan’s experience, the current temperature was not enough.
So he said to the staff in the funeral home.
“Old Liu, set the morgue temperature to minus fifteen degrees.” As Wu Yixuan spoke, he drew a faint talisman on the stretcher cart with the cinnabar on his fingertip: “The deceased’s family members will only come tomorrow, so…”
Before Wu Yixuan could finish, the overhead lights in the morgue began to flicker intermittently.
The hairs on the back of the rescue team leader’s neck stood on end. He distinctly saw the outline beneath the shroud trembling.
“What’s going on?”
Seeing the leader’s confusion, Wu Yixuan said with a calm expression.
“Perhaps there’s a problem with the voltage.”
“No, no, no, I’m not talking about that… I just thought I saw the corpse moving?”
“It’s probably just muscle cramps caused by freezing, which is very normal.”
Wu Yixuan’s expression was very calm. He said to the group.
“It’s getting late, everyone should go back. I’ll handle the rest by communicating with the funeral home owner.”
“Okay…”
The extremely cold and grim atmosphere in the morgue was unbearable for ordinary people. Therefore, the rescue team, seeing that their mission was completed, did not intend to stay any longer.
They left the morgue one after another.
Wu Yixuan glanced back at the corpse under the shroud, took out four peachwood nails, and firmly nailed them into the corpse’s limbs.
Then, he locked the morgue door and walked out alone.
Outside was the owner of the funeral home, who looked at Wu Yixuan respectfully and said.
“Old Mr. Wu, is there something wrong with the corpse inside?”
“Yes,” The owner of the funeral home was Wu Yixuan’s friend, so he did not hide anything: “You and the other staff should leave. I’ll stay here on duty.”
“Okay, okay, okay…”
Wu Yixuan had high prestige in this ancient town, and since the owner of the funeral home was his friend, the evacuation of personnel went smoothly without much hindrance.
Soon, only Wu Yixuan was left in the funeral home.
It started to rain lightly outside. He sat in the duty room, holding a peachwood sword, his gaze fixed on the surveillance screen.
The night was deep and quiet, and the funeral home was deathly silent. Inside the morgue, the corpse lay quietly on the bed, appearing completely normal.
However, Wu Yixuan could feel the increasing resentment within the funeral home, and his brow remained furrowed.
Time ticked by, and he didn’t know how long had passed.
The temperature alarm inside the morgue suddenly let out a piercing shriek. The temperature displayed on the screen was fluctuating rapidly between minus fifteen degrees and thirty degrees Celsius.
Seeing this, Wu Yixuan did not dare to delay. He picked up the peachwood sword and rushed to the morgue door, kicking the door open with a single foot.
When he entered the morgue, the corpse that was originally fixed on the stretcher cart had disappeared, and the shroud had been torn into strips of cloth.
Liao Tianyu’s corpse was now hanging upside down from the ventilation opening on the roof in a twisted, inhuman posture.
His sharp nails were embedded deeply into the steel plate. Even more bizarre was his tattered, contorted, and hateful face, which was covered with blood-colored vines, identical to the vines seen at the bottom of the mine tunnel.
The emergency lights in the morgue suddenly went out. In the darkness, the eerie crawling sound, like that of a cockroach, echoed within the morgue.
Because of the complete darkness, no one knew where this monster was. Wu Yixuan did not dare to delay. He instantly lit a talisman paper. The firelight dispersed some of the darkness and revealed the monster’s ferocious and terrifying face rapidly approaching him.
“Divine Fire Talisman!”
Seeing the monster charging towards him, Wu Yixuan drew three talisman papers, and the blazing flames instantly engulfed the monster in front of him.
But even after being hit by three Divine Fire Talismans, the monster did not stop. It rushed towards Wu Yixuan, engulfed in flames.
The old man was startled and dodged to the side without a word.
“Boom!”
The monster collided with the iron door, leaving a large dent. Its sharp nails, as if cutting through tofu, were deeply embedded in the iron door.
“What kind of monster is this?”
Wu Yixuan’s heart sank. He placed a talisman paper on the peachwood sword, smearing it from the hilt to the tip. Instantly, the peachwood sword ignited with a brilliant blue flame.
“Haa!!”
Seeing the monster charging again, Wu Yixuan let out a roar, and the peachwood sword slashed fiercely at the monster’s body.
However, the peachwood sword, which was incredibly sharp for ghosts and monsters, only managed to inflict a shallow wound on this monster.
Fortunately, the blue flames had some effect on the monster. When the blue flames burned at its wound, it began to roll wildly on the ground. After the flames extinguished, it also became somewhat fearful of the peachwood sword in Wu Yixuan’s hand.
“Roar…”
After letting out a beast-like low growl, it began to slowly retreat into the darkness.
Seeing that the other party intended to escape, Wu Yixuan quickly pursued and thrust the peachwood sword into the monster’s eyes with all his might.
“Squelch…”
The peachwood sword, burning with blue flames, successfully pierced the monster’s eyes. With a twist, its head was reduced to a pulp by the peachwood sword.
“Soul Sealing Seal!”
As the incantation took effect, the monster gradually lost its vitality.
Wu Yixuan pulled the peachwood sword from the monster’s eyes and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
“What is going on with this monster?”
Wu Yixuan’s gaze fell upon the corpse.
Even though it was dead, the blood-colored vines on the corpse’s face were still pulsing, like bloodworms as thick as arms.
Wu Yixuan stood up, preparing to leave the morgue.
However, when he placed his hand on the morgue door, he suddenly discovered that…
The door was locked.
And behind him came an eerie, chilling laugh.
