Chapter 6: Absorbing the True Yang and Returning the Soul

  I may not have necrophilia, but I have a mild case of foot fetishism. In any case, if a woman has beautiful feet, she will score many extra points in the eyes of men.

  Next were a pair of slender white jade legs.

  Someone once gave a standard: a pair of beautiful legs should have 5 convergences and 4 gaps. Now I've seen the real version. This pair of legs is so beautiful that it takes my breath away, making me dizzy and lightheaded.

  I couldn't help but want to touch it, but I restrained myself.

  I know that whoever it is, after death, will start to stiffen within 30 minutes to 2 hours, and be completely stiffened in 9 to 12 hours. Calculating from the time of her death, this should be the time when she's completely stiffened... These legs with skin as smooth as silk, must have already become stiff and icy cold by now.

  I don't want to ruin any bit of her beauty in my heart. The purpose of this trip is only one, which is to let her beauty be flawless and forever frozen in my mind.

  It's just...

  So far, her body has shown no signs of wearing clothes.

  It's almost time for the main event.

  To look or not to look?

  Seeing that key point, I will not get a fever in my head and become a **criminal** in the next second.

  Article 302 of the Criminal Law of the People's Republic of China stipulates that theft, insult or mutilation of a corpse shall be punishable by fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years, detention or surveillance.

  I bought a watch last year! Old man, pure man! Since coming to this world, I never planned to live back!

  Blood rushed to my brain, I suddenly pulled out the cabinet and directly crossed over two key areas.

  A red light flashed by, and my eyeballs almost popped out in shock.

  She was actually wearing a bright red bellyband!

  On the belly wrap, there are also golden embroidered flowers!

  No, this is not embroidery. This is written with a brush dipped in gold powder ink.

  What's going on? A death curse? Alright, what era is this, still stuck with feudal superstitions. But it did solve one of my awkward situations...

  My hand is still pulling.

  Just want to take another look at that beautiful face.

  Her face appeared.

  Calm and peaceful.

  She left without seeming to suffer. Even as a corpse, she wasn't scary at all.

  Her hair was still in a loose braid, just like when I first met her, and it was tucked under her head.

  Her nose bridge is composed of a 45-degree and a 75-degree angle, the most perfect angle.

  Her face, although no longer rosy, had a weak pallor that seemed to be telling the injustice of her fate in conjunction with her slightly sorrowful-looking eyebrows.

  Apart from her eyes, I love her eyebrows the most - they are slightly wider in the middle, and the ends are very flat and smooth, not drooping downwards. Although they look a bit gentle and melancholic, there is also a hint of stubbornness to them.

  My hand, unable to withstand such temptation, gently stroked her eyebrows.

  The most beautiful eyes, yet they are closed. It's a bit regrettable. However, her eye corners are the type I really like - relatively long, somewhat deep, no need for makeup, naturally having a certain eye shadow effect. Looking at her eye corners, I couldn't help but think: Such eye corners that resemble those of Yu Lian, seem to be able to hold back quite a few tears when sad.

  It's just that I'm destined not to be the one who makes her cry.

  Yes, I'm a waste, I don't even have the qualifications to make her frown, let alone make her cry?

  But... will I make her cry?

  I looked at her and whispered softly: "When you get to the other side, take good care of yourself. Don't cry. The one who is worth your tears won't make you cry..."

  Stroking her smooth eyebrows, I took off the hood of my raincoat, leaned down, closed my eyes, and passionately kissed her cheek... Let me savor this moment.

  The place where my lips touched was icy cold. A wave of heartache, almost in tears. But...

  Whether you are alive or dead, I finally kissed deeply, no regrets in this life.

  She couldn't help but open her eyes and take a glance at her.

  By the light of the flashlight, I saw——

  Her eyes opened.

  Her eyeballs were slowly turning towards me.

  In an instant, the atmosphere of the entire morgue became abnormally terrifying.

  My neck felt a chill, my heart was like it had been grasped tightly and almost stopped beating. Then, I sprang up, sat back with a thud, and let out a cry of "Ah..."

  Her face, in an instant, seemed to have turned pale, under the weak light of the flashlight, it was white as if it had been bleached. The eyeballs seemed to have no pupils at all, dull and lifeless, like two bottomless black holes. It was such a pair of eyeballs that stared at me fixedly at this moment.

  Her lips were also pale and blue. At this moment, the corners of her mouth were slowly curling up, as if she was sneering coldly. The muscles on her face twitched, causing her facial features to distort.

  Yes, she is beautiful. But perhaps the more beautiful something is, the more terrifying it becomes when distorted. Just like her now - thinking back on it later, I finally understand why horror movies always cast pretty actresses to play female ghosts.

  It's really unbearable! The flashlight's beam, swaying back and forth, cast a flickering shadow on her face. I know her expression didn't change, but under the light, her face seemed to be stretching, twitching... Even if it were a living person, shining a flashlight under their chin in the dark would be terrifying. Not to mention... she's now just a corpse left behind after death.

  Her body jerked and she suddenly sat up straight.

  It was strange that she didn't bend her knees, and her upper body just sat up straight. Moreover, it was like a long-unused machine, making a "creaking" sound! When people lie flat on their backs and want to sit up, they usually need to bend their knees first, and often also bend their waists or use their hands for support. For her to be able to sit up so effortlessly, like folding paper, was simply impossible!

  Corpse transformation! I'm so scared that I'm about to die, my legs hastily pedaling on the ground, rapidly retreating backwards. The flashlight that had slipped out of my hand rolled to one side, swaying back and forth on the ground, the entire room feeling oppressively stifling as if the air had completely solidified.

  My eyes couldn't move away, subconsciously staring at the terrifying change of this beautiful woman who was just my goddess in my heart. Most female protagonists in horror movies are very pretty, and the more beautiful they are, the scarier they become when they're terrified.

  She had sat up, but her head hadn't turned around, only her eyes, slanting towards me. That withered expression... even now I don't dare to recall...

  After being stuck for a minute, she suddenly grasped the edge of the cabinet with both hands and exerted force, completely ignoring gravity as if it didn't exist. She stood up slowly and turned around to face me. As I listened to her standing up, her entire skeleton creaked loudly.

  I struggled to get up.

  Although she is the goddess in my heart, at this moment I don't have any thoughts of dying happily with a smile on my face by her hands or anything like that. Can I say I'm afraid of death? I want to escape!

  Suddenly, I remembered that zombies use their breath to determine the location of people, and quickly held my breath. Sure enough, she stopped moving, her neck crackling as she turned around, seemingly searching for my breath.

  I slowly made my way step by step towards the door of the morgue.

  I held my breath all along. But as I walked past her, tense me couldn't help but take a light breath in.

  Her pale and icy hands suddenly reached out, grabbed the hat on the back of my head, and flung it to the ground. I felt a surge of immense force, and this big man was spun around like a top that had been whipped, rolling onto the ground. My mask was also flung off. My head knocked against the flashlight, the light flickered several times, and then went out.

  The completely dark environment made me almost mentally collapse. Hearing the footsteps, she seemed to have walked a few steps mechanically and stood in front of me.

  I remembered there was still a flashlight in my pocket, but I didn't dare to take it out.

  She has fallen down. Her entire skeleton crackled lightly, right in front of me without stopping.

  Something cool and fluffy was leaning against my chest.

  It's her head.

  Her body was pressed against mine, and I could feel the two mounds of flesh on her chest rubbing against my abdomen.

  Rigor mortis is caused by muscle, and the inside of a woman's chest is mostly fat, so except for the superficial skin being stiffened a bit, the inside is still soft.

  Under such friction, I unexpectedly started a primitive reaction.

  Am I really a pervert?! I'm going to die soon, and yet I still have this kind of reaction?!

  Xiao Luqi's head was already rubbing against my chin.

  It's pitch black, nothing can be seen. Although she looks terrifying now, ... as the saying goes, beauty and ugliness are all the same in the dark, so I might as well go crazy before I die, it's not a waste of this life.

  Just thinking of this, the flashlight flickered twice and lit up again.

  At this moment, her eyes, which were dull and lifeless, now stared at me like two coins. In the dim light of the flashlight, it seemed that there was no white in her eyes, only two black holes that kept flashing before my eyes!

  I bought a watch last year! Five thousand years of grinding is just a stick! Forgetting is inevitable, leaving a scar!

  I directly urinated a pair of pants. Now that it's come to this, I'm not afraid to say it out loud.

  Her mouth slowly opened wide, and I saw her pearly white teeth... those were literally the snow-white teeth that would send me to hell... in the next second, my throat was almost bitten off by her...

  Her lips suddenly cooled and she actually kissed mine.

  She suddenly felt a huge suction force in her mouth, and I immediately felt a huge pressure on my chest - the air in my lungs was sucked out by her.

  I wanted to hide, but my head was tightly clamped by her two hands and couldn't move. I quickly inhaled with my nose, but the air had just entered my lungs when she sucked it out. My hands pushed against her body with all my might, but her body was like a cold iron sculpture, rendering even the strength of a nursing infant useless.

  It wasn't long before I felt suffocated - golden stars were already flashing before my eyes, a sign of cerebral hypoxia. My hands slowly slid off her shoulders and arms - I, who had already entered the edge of suffocation, completely lost strength, and after scratching the ground twice, I was unable to move again.

  Is it going to end like this?

  Die in her arms?

  Die in her arms like this?

  ……