Chapter 1: The Haunted Yōlin (Part 1)

  Two men pushed open the cold iron door and walked into the morgue, as soon as the door opened a crack, a pungent smell beyond compare rushed to their noses.

  Ding Lingxiu took out a black mask with a large red cross pattern from his pocket and put it on his face. The material of this mask looked the same as an ordinary mask, but in fact, it had been soaked in talisman water to ward off corpse energy.

  "Brother Ding, these refrigerators look really old."

  "It's already pretty good, this kind of morgue is the oldest Soviet goods, now many county hospitals have used them." Ding Lingxiu spoke as the cold air had turned into a thin frost that condensed on his mask.

  "Brother Ding doesn't often come to places like this." Zhang Shanyi couldn't help but sigh.

  "I just checked Baidu." Ding Lingxiu murmured.

  Ding Lingxiu took a look at the environment inside the morgue. 8 ice cabinets were neatly placed inside, these huge ice cabinets should be domestic products of the 90s, although they have fallen behind for an era, when working, they will make a deafening roar, but refrigeration is still strong. The sound they heard as soon as they entered the passage should come from here. The outer ring of the ice cabinet was tightly tied with two thick iron chains as thick as an arm, and a brand new big lock was buckled in the middle, apparently it was changed after something went wrong here.

  "How did this thick iron lock open?" Zhang Shanyi wondered, pulling the crab claw lock on the chain with his hand. "Although the corpse-eating ghost is ferocious, it's unlikely to have such great strength to pry open the lock head."

  "The director said that the lock was opened at that time, I think it should have been opened with a key." Ding Lingshu said, turning his head to look at Old Wang.

  "What you mean is... Old Wang opened the freezer himself?" Zhang Shanyi asked.

  "It might have been opened by himself, or it could be that the ghoul stole it." Ding Lingyu said.

  "We can't figure it out by just looking at it, let's call in Old Wang instead." Zhang Shanyi said.

  "All right, there are many taboos in the mourning hall, and it's easy to offend people if we're not careful."

  Ding Lingxiu said with a smile, and walked gently in front of Old Wang who was intently watching TV, saying with a full smile:

  "Excuse me, sir, could you trouble yourself to show us what's going on inside?"

  Old Wang stared at the TV screen, Ding Lingxiu's words seemed to have solidified in the air and took a long time to reach Old Wang's ears. Old Wang slowly turned his head, the wrinkles on his face looked somewhat ominous in the dim light of the TV screen.

  "You guys... shouldn't have come here." Old Wang said coldly, standing up and walking towards the morgue.

  Ding Lingxiu's smile froze on his face, thinking that this was indeed a lonely and proud old man.

  Ding Lingxiu followed Old Wang into the morgue and asked in a low voice:

  "Old man, on the night when the body was lost, did you hear any strange sounds?"

  Old Wang still took a while to respond, as if Ding Ling's words had been delayed in reaching his ears.

  "Of course, every night you can hear movements in the refrigerator, not the humming of the refrigerator, the sound of the refrigerator is regular, that kind of sound different from the refrigerator's operation can be felt. At night, unless you need to open the refrigerator, no one goes there." Old Wang said, suddenly looking at Ding Lingxiu with a serious expression, "Young man, no matter what you do, the corpses in the morgue cannot be called randomly, they must be called 'Xi Shen'."

  Ding Ling felt a chill run down his spine, but it wasn't because he was startled by Old Wang's gaze. Instead, he genuinely sensed that something eerie and ominous had appeared behind him.

  "Alright, alright, I know. Please calm down, gentlemen. I didn't mean to offend you." Ding Lingxiu looked around and suddenly remembered something, "Sir, where did Dean Luo say that DV was placed?"

  "Yes."

  Ding Lingxiu looked in the direction that Old Wang had pointed, and saw that the DV was set up on the corner of the iron gate above the morgue, where it could overlook the entire morgue without being discovered by anyone entering.

  "May I take it down and have a look?" Ding Lingxiu said.

  "Whatever." The old man said casually.

  "Ah yi, lend me your hand."

  "Good."

  Zhang Shanyi picked up Ding Lingxiu's leg and took down the DV.

  The content before DV has been exported, and there are only three days of content inside. Ding Lingxiu took a simple look and found that apart from some images of pushing the corpse in and out, there was nothing unusual. Ding Lingxiu focused on the video content at night, almost every segment of the video after midnight would have many ripples appearing, and sometimes it would even flicker.

  Ding Lingxiu lit a cigarette, and a faint, eerie glow began to appear in the recesses of his eyebrows.

  "Don't open your eyes here, it will shock the gods." Old Wang saw that Ding Ling was about to use his yin-yang eyes and sternly stopped him.

  Lao Wang's voice suddenly turned sharp from being gloomy, causing Ding Ling to pause involuntarily. If it were someone else, they would probably have dropped the DV in shock.

  "Why?" Ding Lingxiu asked, and at the same time, he began to suspect that this old Wang was very problematic.

  Zhang Shanyi was also slightly startled and gave Ding Lingshu a glance, thinking that Zhang Shanyi suspected Old Wang as well.

  Ding Ling's first thought was that if Old Wang had a problem, he would likely be afraid that after Ding opened his yin-yang eyes, he would discover his secret, and might even find out that Old Wang was a Corpse Eater.

  So, Ding Lingxiu ignored Old Wang's stop and directly opened his Yin Yang eyes.

  Seeing Ding Lingxiu's eyebrows emitting a glow, Old Wang exclaimed, and Ding Lingxiu also instantly understood why Old Wang wanted to stop himself.

  "Brother Ding, I've already given you a signal, why did you still open it?" Zhang Shanyi couldn't help but click his tongue.

  "I didn't expect it either..." Ding Lingxiu's face suddenly turned red.

  He was standing in front of an ice cabinet, and a female ghost with her upper body exposed was floating in front of the ice cabinet. From the top of her head, her body had been cut off to the right, and the blood seemed to have congealed. Her pale face had two tear streaks that had frozen into white frost, and her dark eyes stared fixedly at Ding Lingyu. Her mouth was muttering something indistinctly.

  The female ghost's movements were strange, she wasn't standing still in front of the ice cabinet, but was dancing with her hands and feet, her two hands roaming over her body, as if scratching something on her body, but Ding Lingxiao only realized after a closer look that she was actually taking off her clothes.

  "Hurry, hurry and go." Zhang Shanyi almost squeezed out these few words from between his teeth.

  "Huh?" Ding Lingyu looked at him.

  "Hurry up and pretend you didn't see anything." Zhang Shanyi turned his head, one hand resting on Ding Lingxiu's shoulder, as he walked him out the door.

  Old Wang had already stopped paying attention to them and quickly walked out.

  "It's so cold... it's so cold..." A faint, eerie voice came from behind, the tone was extremely sharp and piercing to the ear, it didn't sound like a human voice at all, but rather like the distorted sound of a scratched CD, sending shivers down one's spine.

  Zhang Shanyi and Ding Lingshu quickly retreated, at this time a gust of yin wind stuck to them, making Ding Lingshu's neck feel like it was being pricked by needles. As they approached the door, Zhang Shanyi slammed shut the door of the mortuary, and with a swift motion, pasted a talisman on the door. A flash of golden light, and a ferocious ghost face was isolated on the other side of the door.

  Ding Lingxiu was not afraid, but after all, his body was still very weak, and he panted heavily.

  "Cough, you people rely on your abilities and don't listen to me. This Joy God just died unexpectedly and is full of resentment, thinking she's still alive. Now you're scaring her, luckily in time, otherwise no matter how high your Tao is, you'll be possessed by the Joy God." The old man was somewhat angry, blaming Ding Lingxiu.

  Ding Lingxiu didn't respond, picked up the nearly extinguished cigarette and took a big drag.

  "Brother Ding, these unexpected visitors can't go to the underworld yet because their yang lifespan hasn't expired. During busy times for the yin messengers, the joyful spirits can't consider the flesh body destroyed, so they'll use force to drill back into the physical body. If they can't find the physical body, they'll just find someone else. At this time, their resentment is something even I am powerless against. It was truly too thrilling just now." Zhang Shanyi said in a low voice, still looking like he's lost his soul.

  Ding Lingxiu was lost in thought for a long time, and suddenly her face turned solemn, as if she had thought of something.

  "Not good, oh no......" Ding Lingxiu let out a long sigh, and ash fell all over his body.

  "Brother Ding, what's wrong?" Zhang Shanyi looked at him in horror, his hand already reaching into his pocket to grab the token.

  "How did you miss it? Didn't you see it, A Yi?"

  "What did you see?" Zhang Shanyi tensed up his nerves.

  "She's about to take off her mask, oh no, just a little bit more..."

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