Temple of Madness

Chapter 96
Chapter 97 Pretending to be a ghost

Reiki is everywhere, hidden in the air.

But the proportion of this aura hidden in the air is very small, and it is not pure.

Therefore, no matter whether it is a beast or a warrior, the use of aura needs to go through a process of absorption, purification, and transformation.

But in any case, it shows that the effect of spiritual energy is extremely huge.

It is like a box of panacea, it can be cultivated, it can recover from injuries, it can delay aging, and it even has unexpected effects.

Zhang Yang's aura is undoubtedly the purest aura after purification. Although it is not much, it is undoubtedly a great fortune for these soldiers.

With these auras, their injuries can be slowed down and recovered as soon as possible, and they can even use this as a basis to directly step into the extraordinary road of warriors in future practice.

It's just that neither they, the protagonists, nor the anxious nurse next to them noticed it.

After finishing all this, Zhang Yang returned to the elevator silently, followed the elevator and went directly down to the first floor of the annex.

basement.

The elevator is the same as above, and there is an empty hall, but the difference from the above hall is that the lights here are slightly dim, except for a few staff on duty who are playing with computers in the hall, everything looks very empty.

And that's exactly what happened.

The morgue was originally a place to store corpses, so it would be strange if people came here often.

Of course, during this period of time, there were still a few people on duty in the mortuary, if there was only one in the past.

It was mainly because of the opening of Fengdu local households.

But now the family members of the deceased have claimed the corpses in sevens and eighties, and there are basically no corpses in the morgue except for one or two unclaimed corpses that are going to be handed over to the crematorium for disposal.

The two of Zhang Yang got off the elevator, and no one in the duty room noticed them, but continued to play the game.

"Where are Xiaoya and the others?" Zhang Yang frowned, and vaguely felt a kind of fluctuation in the air.

This kind of fluctuation is very weak, and there is a feeling of wanting to upgrade his thinking.

But this feeling is very slight, if he didn't pay attention, he wouldn't feel it at all.

The young man pointed to the left direction, and said to Zhang Yang, "That's over there!"

As he said that, he looked at the duty room with some suspicion. He and Zhang Yang, two big living people, came down and these people didn't seem to see them at all. They were really a group of rice bugs!
But he's used to this kind of thing, it's better if they don't pay attention to them, otherwise it will be a burden for a few ordinary people to follow if they really do something later.

"En!" Zhang Yang nodded, then walked slowly in the direction the young man pointed.

A gust of wind blew, making his clothes flutter a little, but the young man beside him shivered uncontrollably.

Zhang Yang frowned even more.

I wondered in my heart, could this wind be the legendary Yin wind?
This time he clearly felt the energy contained in the wind. It wasn't the power of blood, but it was a kind of thought!
Although it is not strong, it always affects people's thinking.

Of course this is just for him.

If it is placed on an ordinary person, it is believed that this ability to influence thinking will be infinitely improved, thereby causing people to hallucinate.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but suddenly turned around and looked at the staff in the lobby.

He is now a first-level martial artist, and his vision and hearing are far better than ordinary people.

With this look, he immediately had a panoramic view of the situation in the duty room.

I saw them still laughing and playing with the computer, as if they were addicted to it, but their eyes seemed a little demented!

Suddenly, a chill surged up in his heart!
It's dementia!

Although the hand has been typing or moving the mouse, the posture has remained in the original state, as if it has not moved at all.

The weirdest thing is that their eyes don't have the look that normal people have at all.

It seems like the eyes of a dead fish, except for the dullness, the rest is still dull.

"Instructor Zhang, what's the matter?" The young man was already impressed by the dark wind just now, and his heart was slightly terrified, but now seeing Zhang Yang's situation, he suddenly dodged and moved closer to Zhang Yang's side.

"It seems that this place is not simple!" Zhang Yang said with a sigh of relief. If he had only vaguely felt something abnormal in the basement before, now he is almost sure that there must be something wrong here.

It's just that he also wants to see what kind of existence the ghost in the young man's mouth is.

So he smiled and pretended to be relaxed and asked: "Xiaoya and the others should not be far from here, right?"

"Well, it's not far away! There is a corridor from the front, and the mortuary is less than 20 meters ahead, and the captain and the others are trapped there!" The young man tightened his down jacket, even if he had already experienced it. Once entering here again now, I still feel chilly all over.

In fact, as a quasi-martial artist, he is full of energy and blood. Although the air is extremely cold due to the resurgence of spiritual energy, he will not feel cold at all in the clothes he wears on weekdays.

On the contrary, he will sweat when he practices or strenuously exercises.

It's just that he is also sweating now, but it's cold sweat!

An indescribable crisis made him tremble uncontrollably, and the cold sweat involuntarily seeped out through the pores on the body surface.

"Ok!"

Zhang Yang nodded, instead of continuing to ask, he slowly walked in the direction the young man said.

Along the way, there was a constant wind, but it was eerily quiet. Apart from the echoing of the two people's crisp footsteps, there was no other sound in the empty corridor.

The two got closer and closer, when Zhang Yang suddenly stopped at the corner, then turned around, and under the astonished gaze of the young man, he jumped up high and punched towards the rear.

This punch is very abrupt.

The wind of the fist was fierce, with a trace of energy and blood, it exploded in an instant.

"Boom!~~~"

A sound of breaking through the air exploded in the back instantly.

At this time, the young man turned around and saw that a black shadow was slowly falling, and then gradually blurred like smoke, and finally condensed into a ball the size of a fist, and then gathered into a gray-black bead. Lie still on the ground.

It looked exactly like the black bead on his body.

Zhang Yang walked up and gently picked up the black bead and put it in his arms. The Yin wind that had been blowing just now disappeared out of thin air, not only that, but the faint fluctuation in the air never appeared again.

"It seems that this thing was playing tricks just now!" Zhang Yang muttered to himself, then turned around and continued walking towards the mortuary.

(End of this chapter)