Heavenly Official Sends Evil

Chapter 895 The Corpse Transforms at Midnight
The headless corpse lay on the ground, black grease oozing from its wounds.

Wu Xian stepped on the rolling head, grabbed it by the hair and picked it up, a look of surprise on his face.

"what?"

This head feels surprisingly soft to the touch!
Logically, the security guard who stitched up his body should have been reset, and his head should be as shriveled as his body. Why is he as fresh as a tomato just picked from the field?
Is it...

Wu Xian looked at the locked room number two; perhaps the answer lay in this massage parlor.

Then Wu Xian looked at the six newcomers.

There were security guards who had just been stitched up. Their lives were threatened, their adrenaline was pumping, but they were still able to remain calm.

Now that the danger has temporarily passed, the six people are increasingly fearful, their terror even greater than before.

But even though they all felt fear, they all reacted in different ways.

Although Yang Shan and Wang Wei were both trembling, they remained standing, ready to launch the next operation at any moment. Wang Wei couldn't tell whether he was excited or terrified.

Music teacher Shi Yan and female tourist Xie Yulan were both weak in the knees and legs, sitting against the wall with red eyes and sweat on their foreheads and noses.

These four people had just discussed their plan of action in private while facing the security guards who were stitching up the body, and ultimately launched a counterattack against the evil spirits.

The performance of the remaining two was somewhat lackluster.

Sun Shoubai's pants were completely soaked, and a faint smell of urine permeated the air. His face was flushed with shame, anger, and fear.

Hao Ze's artificial curly hair was soaked with sweat, and his face was as pale as rice paper, as if he might faint at any moment.

Wu Xian observed everyone's behavior, then squatted down and said to them in a cold voice:
"Just now, I deliberately lured that monster here."

"Don't get angry yet. What you're seeing is the reality here. Evil spirits appear and disappear unpredictably, and danger is everywhere."

"Do you want to survive in a place like this?"

The six newcomers all nodded vigorously.

Wu Xian stood up: "If you want to live, get up from the ground quickly. The blessed land won't adapt to you; you have to adapt to the blessed land. Now, come with me..."

……

Next, Wu Xian led the six newcomers through the process he and Liu Nana and others had gone through.

They first went to the clothing store at Shop No. 5, where everyone changed into a set of clothes suitable for survival. Most people only changed two or three pieces, but Shi Yan changed into a full set, since she wasn't wearing any clothes suitable for exercise. Wu Xian only took a mask.

Next, they went to room number four, where they pulled out different bloodstained murder weapons from the bodies. These were nothing more than steel pipes, shovels, and pipe wrenches.

Then came the security guards' break room. Wang Wei, who possessed the ability to land silently, took over Liu Nana's job from last time. He entered the break room with ease and, facing the pressure of three security guards, quietly took out the key and the control room card. Throughout the process, his movements were precise and his emotions were calm, like a seasoned pro who could sneak in and out of the room. Even Wu Xianshang might not have done better than him.

Finally, at the massage parlor in shop number two, Shi Yan used the Soul-Soothing Bell to control the fat corpse, and Wu Xian took out the key from the copper pot behind the fat corpse, finally obtaining the lock and key to the prison cell in the county government hall.

In this room, there is a noteworthy discovery: Wu Xian found the head of the sewn-up security guard that he had put in the largest copper fire pot behind the fat corpse.

This means that resetting the time will not remove anything that has already been placed in the copper fire pot!

After doing all this, there was very little time left.

Wu Xian led the newlyweds all the way to the second floor. After waiting at the door for a while, the clock struck 11 p.m.

By getting here, Wu Xian had saved an hour compared to yesterday!

The time saved is not only for Wu Xian himself, but also for all the newcomers and those who are imprisoned.

Hearing three stitched-up security guards rush out of the downstairs break room and search for their prey in the first-floor corridor, Wu Xian felt relieved and officially began his exploration of the second floor with the newcomers. ...

On two chipped iron candlesticks, a nearly burnt-out white candle rested, its thin flame flickering faintly.

The room was decorated for funerals, and an open coffin was placed below the character for "offering sacrifices."

Dust-covered spiderwebs hung from the rafters, falling above the coffin. The cold wind blowing in through the tear in the paper window made the spiderwebs sway incessantly, like a wisp of transparent gauze.

Shi Yan stood in the center of the room, her expression blank, for a while.

A moment later, she carefully moved her newly changed pink-edged sneakers, cautiously approached the edge of the coffin and peered inside, only to find her vision going black.

Inside the coffin lay a corpse!
The corpse was a middle-aged or elderly man with bluish skin, long black fingernails, a square scarf on his head, and a long, wide-sleeved silk robe with a cross-collar and right-fastening front.

On the front of the corpse lay a piece of paper. She gently picked it up and saw a line of text written on it:

"My third uncle, Su Changli, will die within three days due to possession by an evil spirit. After his death, his coffin will be placed in a room, and his corpse will rise to life at midnight. Do not be in the same room with him! —Nephew Su Xianqing."

Shi Yan's expression changed drastically:

"According to what's written on this paper, this corpse will turn into a zombie at night?"

"What time is it now? How long until midnight...?"

Her question was quickly answered.

The corpse's withered nose began to breathe softly, as if it had smelled a living person, and its five fingers with black nails made a demonic scratching motion in the air.

It's obvious that it's midnight now.

"What should I do? What should I do... Oh, right, I have a requiem bell!"

Because of Wu Xian's special instructions, Shi Yan always carried the requiem bell, but she stuffed a sock into the bell to prevent it from ringing accidentally. She took off the sock and gently shook it next to the corpse's ear.

Under the influence of the bell, the soul of the corpse was soothed, and the raised hand was lowered again.

"Yes, that's right. Good boy, go to sleep."

Shi Yan breathed a sigh of relief, rang the bell, and slowly backed to the door. The paper said never to be in the same room as a corpse, so she should be safe as long as she left the room.

She stared at the corpse, her hand groping for the handle of the wooden door.

Bang!
Suddenly, a figure slammed into the door from the outside!

Shi Yan's heart pounded violently.

Seeing the door shaking violently, she immediately grabbed it and frantically locked it from the inside.

"Open the door! Open the door for me right now!"

Shi Yan peeked through the crack in the door and saw a fierce-looking woman pounding on the wooden door.

Who's in the room? Aren't they sleeping?

"It's already past midnight! Why are you still ringing that stupid bell? If you keep making noise, I'll definitely rush in and chop you up!"

The woman was about thirty or forty years old. Her eyes were bloodshot and almost bulging out of their sockets. Her dark circles were thick and inky. Her expression was almost insane. Her skin was ashen and dull. She held a bloodstained knife in her skinny hand!

(End of this chapter)