The Real Soul Reaper 3

  The letter was written by Wu Liang to Peng Jianjun. In the letter, Wu Liang mentioned that recently, not only in Xiahe Village, but also in the nearby county town, there has been a crazy rumor circulating about the curse of the mouse people. It is said that many people have died in these days, and Lou Hongjun was busy to the point of being unable to cope, no wonder he hadn't come to the hospital for several days, it turned out that he had something on his hands.

  After finishing reading the letter, Liao Dongfeng casually tore it into pieces and threw them into the trash can. At this time, his face was a bit heavy, and he thought for a while before saying to Peng Jianjun and Qin: "I'm afraid we won't be able to stay in the hospital for much longer."

  As he spoke, a wailing sound suddenly came from the end of the corridor. Then, they saw an old man who was in charge of the morgue pushing a stretcher out of the emergency room. The person on the stretcher was completely covered with a white cloth. The deceased's family members were also following behind. What was strange was that at this moment, Liao Dongfeng suddenly saw Duan Lao and Hai Chen among them.

  "What's going on? Who died?"

  Qin finished speaking and hurriedly followed Liao Dongfeng and Peng Jianjun.

  The deceased was Lao Du, who suddenly died of a heart attack. An hour ago he was still alive, and now he has left behind his young children. Liao Dongfeng couldn't believe it even if he was beaten to death. Previously, he had joked with Lao Du about opening a restaurant!

  Liao Dongfeng lifted the white cloth and saw Old Du's waxen face, his heart suddenly felt a pang of sorrow. Peng Jianjun was afraid he couldn't control himself, so he quickly stepped forward to pull him aside. At this time, Duan Lao also sat on the stool without making a sound. After about two minutes, he finally burst into tears and wailed loudly.

  White-haired people sending off black-haired people, this feeling is unbearable. At this time, Liao Dongfeng didn't think of anything else, he walked to Duan Lao's side and said softly: "Duan Lao, don't be sad anymore, you cry and my heart feels even more uncomfortable. Let's discuss how to handle Old Du's funeral affairs. By the way, I won't leave tonight either, I'll stay here and keep Old Du company and talk to him. Also, this month Dad sent me a lot of money, I'll take out all my living expenses to help with Old Du's funeral."

  Peng Jianjun and Qin Liede also said the same thing, of course, apart from contributing food expenses, those who can contribute money will contribute money, and those who can contribute labor will contribute labor, it should be like this at this time.

  Duan Lao thanked them after hearing their words, and also expressed gratitude on behalf of Old Du's family. Although he wanted to stay up all night to accompany Old Du for the last time, he was already old and could only think about it. Hai Chen's words were reasonable, saying that he was worried about Duan Lao, so he didn't stay overnight. In fact, Liao Dongfeng had also made plans, not wanting Hai Chen to stay behind, but Liao Dongfeng had not expected it to be Old Du.

  At night, the mortuary was really quiet, so quiet that you could hear people's breathing sounds. Peng Jianjun somehow got some cigarettes and was smoking one after another. Qin suddenly remembered that Feng Le Tian still had injuries on his body and needed someone to take care of him, so he stayed for a while before leaving. At this time, only Liao Dongfeng, Peng Jianjun, and Old Du were left in the mortuary.

  As time passed, it was around 1 o'clock in the morning. The chill of the mortuary also reminded Peng Jianjun to hurry back and get a thicker coat. Liao Dongfeng also saw off Peng Jianjun's departure and then returned to the stool to continue his contemplation.

  Just after Peng Jianjun left, a pleasant bell sound was heard in the corridor.

  Liao Dongfeng was also startled, and then followed the sound to find that the old man on duty was now hiding in the deepest part of the corridor. He shook a bell with one hand and touched the foot warmer with the other, causing the burning yellow paper to flicker and the black ash to fly everywhere.

  Liao Dongfeng also heard that the old man on duty was deaf and mute, and had been in the hospital for many years. If he could speak, Liao Dongfeng would have asked him a lot of things. However, at this moment, he could only silently squat beside the old man, occasionally adding a few yellow papers, nothing more.

  Suddenly, the old man stood up and walked towards the morgue without looking back. The movement was a bit frightening to Liao Dongfeng at that time, not only because it was slow, but also because it gave people a sense of pressure in their hearts, as if the old man had lost his weight and was just an empty shell.

  What happened next made Liao Dongfeng even more incredulous, that was the old man walked to the side of Old Du's corpse, shook the bell a few times, and then bowed his head and had an intimate contact with Old Du's face.

  "Can this old man have necrophilia?"

  What's even more infuriating is that he feels the old man completely ignores his existence, as if the old man has transcended to a higher level? To put it bluntly, has the old man simply gotten used to him?

  Thinking of this, Liao Dongfeng did not want to humiliate the poor man anymore, but at this moment he found that the old man had disappeared.

  He slowly got up and walked towards the morgue, when suddenly the duty room creaked open with a loud noise. The old man then came out from inside. It's not that the old man coming out by himself was unusual, but what was strange was that at this moment Liao Dongfeng saw an enormous black shadow following closely behind him, its head almost touching the ceiling.

  Perhaps he was too focused on the black shadow, Liao Dongfeng didn't notice what the old man was doing at first. When he lowered his head to take a look, he saw that the old man was holding a Ghost Tablet with blood-red symbols carved onto it. The Ghost Tablet was spinning on its own at this time, and a ball of light and shadow was becoming increasingly visible as it flickered in and out of sight.

  "You shouldn't have died yet, at least there's still a decade of life left, but the villain won't let you live past tonight, so I can only send you to reincarnate now."

  Liao Dongfeng's mental defense line completely collapsed, he couldn't believe that the old man could actually speak, and even more unbelievable was that at this time Old Du's corpse actually moved.

  "Am I scary enough yet?"

  Although Liao Dongfeng thought so in his heart, the words also came out of his mouth at the same time. As soon as the voice fell, a tall and majestic figure suddenly appeared before him. He felt that the air around him had frozen, and his senses were disappearing bit by bit.

  Clang! The sound was unmistakably that of metal scraping against something. As Liao Dongfeng raised his head to look, two dry, bony hands with sharp fingertips had already appeared in front of him.

  "It was this thing, it was this thing, that killed the person crouching here."

  Liao Dongfeng suddenly retreated and took out the Soul Whistle, blowing it loudly. The sharp, ear-piercing sound instantly filled the entire space.

  The dark shadow instantly turned into a puff of black smoke and flew back to the surface of Gui, and the old man also suddenly raised his head and looked at Liao Dongfeng. At this time, his voice was particularly sharp, just like a woman: "Little boy, I hope you don't ruin my good deed. We have no grudges against each other, and it's not worth making an enemy of each other. Before I change my mind, hurry up and leave. Otherwise, whether you are the Living Organ King or not, I will kill you mercilessly."

  "What does he mean by 'Living Organism King'?"

  In his heart, he was thinking this way, but Liao Dongfeng also wanted to get rid of the crisis around him as soon as possible. So he didn't ask about the aftermath of Huotiguan Wang, because he knew that this master in front of him also feared this role.

  "What on earth are you doing? I just want to know these things."

  The old man didn't move, no different from a wooden stake. At this moment, dozens of tall black shadows flashed out from behind him, immediately blocking his own and Old Du's corpse from view.

  Although Liao Dongfeng couldn't see the old man, he could hear what he was saying. At this time, the old man's voice suddenly became very gentle, and Liao Dongfeng immediately knew that he was the mysterious man who had saved him that day.

  "Is it you?"

  "Who else could it be but me?"

  "May I ask a question, how did you get something that belonged to my grandfather? Why are the missing pages from his notebook in your hands?"

  Listening to Liao Dongfeng's question, the old man's voice immediately changed back to a female voice: "The living mechanism has lost all conscience, how many killings have been created? You must not understand, repeatedly letting people die and reborn, what kind of destruction is this for their souls? The shameless emperor only knows that he won the battle, but does he know how many people are repeatedly reincarnated? Does he know how many people are experiencing the same hardships again and again? Whether it's ordinary soldiers or palace dancers, their souls still linger in this world, all thanks to the living mechanism. Therefore, the living mechanism is the one that should be exterminated most. And what I'm doing now is letting these poor people go where they should go."

  Upon hearing this, Liao Dongfeng suddenly had a bold guess and couldn't help but ask: "Could it be that you are the Mouse Driver?"

  A cold laugh, the laughter almost made Liao Dongfeng collapse again. He knew he was not a match for this mouse driver at all. The mental pressure alone was enough to make people fearful. But this person had no hostility now, if there were, Liao Dongfeng would have bled on the spot long ago. He was just waiting for the right time for Liao Dongfeng's appearance.

  A tall, black figure stood motionless in the distance, its shining aura flickering in and out of sight. Liao Dongfeng knew he couldn't stop the Mouse Rider, but his strong curiosity made him want to know what it was doing.

  The soul whistle sounded again, and the black shadow also dispersed once more, but only for an instant. A withered face was stuck to his nose, emitting a foul odor, icy coldness, and stiffness. The body of the mouse driver was not much different from the corpse king he had seen before.

  "Beware of the people around you, they are your sworn enemies from their ancestors and also our soul-calling envoys' sworn enemies. Don't use the Soul-Calling Whistle casually, beware that something really happens, and if you want to know who I am, then do something worth my telling for me to see, before that, I will always be waiting here for you."