After coming out of the morgue, Xiang Que went to the inpatient department below. Qufu is a small city, but the hospital has never been short of inpatients these days. Almost every ward on the five floors of the inpatient department is overcrowded.
It was late at night, and most of the patients had gone to sleep. Only the nurse on duty at the counter was still standing strong.
Xiang Que stood quietly outside a ward. There were people lying on each of the eight beds inside. After looking at it for a while, he walked to the next ward, then looked around again, until he left in succession.
Three wards Xiang Quecai gently opened the door and walked in.
There were too few people who had just died in the morgue, which was far from the number required by Xiang Que. If there were not enough dead people, the number of people who were about to die would have to be used to make up the number.
On a hospital bed by the window, a middle-aged man in his forties was coughing violently, clutching his chest, his face was blue and his lips were chapped. The man, who was about one meter and seventy tall, was skinny and weighed almost less than a hundred pounds.
, his face was filled with a strong black aura, and he was obviously close to death.
"Cough, cough, cough." The middle-aged man coughed a few times. Xiang Que picked up a towel from the bedside cabinet and handed it over. The man covered his mouth and breathed rapidly for a few times. After taking off the white towel,
It was already stained with a lot of blood.
"You have at most three days to live," Xiang Que said calmly, lowering his head.
"I, I know, I know, I won't live long...cough cough, cough cough." The man was out of breath and said with great effort: "Die early, die early and suffer less. Today, die today,
I also, I also want to, it’s too painful to live, I, I really don’t want to live even a day.”
Xiang Que said softly: "I can help you, but I hope you can promise me one thing."
"Okay, you, just say it, I'm going to die anyway," the man said lonely.
"After you die, give your family a dream and ask them to send you to the funeral parlor tomorrow so that the funeral can be completed within one day, and then the funeral banquet at home will be held at the place I designated for you in the evening.
Please help me handle this matter, and I will give your family a big gift later."
The man looked at Xiang Que in shock and was speechless for a moment.
"Okay, okay, I promise." After a long time, the man agreed.
Xiang Que looked solemn, bent down and saluted the man, and then stretched out his palm to touch his face. In an instant, the little remaining anger in the man was suddenly drawn out by Xiang Que, and then he had brain cancer.
The crooked man fell softly on the bed.
Xiang Que stood in front of the hospital bed and waited for a moment. At this moment, a gap suddenly opened in front of him. The door to the underworld opened, and two underworlds stepped out in one step.
"He still has two days to live. You actually dare to make a living person angry and make him die early. Aren't you afraid of damaging your moral character?" Yin Cha scolded him with a frown.
Xiang Que clasped his hands behind his back and said calmly: "I'm not afraid."
"You..." Yin Chai glanced at Xiang Que, sighed, and said, "You are the underworld, and you knowingly violated the laws of the underworld, so you are not afraid of being stripped of your title of underworld?"
"I'm not afraid, and I'm not too surprised either," Xiang Que said.
"Sir, if you do this, it will make things a bit difficult for us. We won't be able to recover if we go back," Yin Zai said with a frown.
In terms of identity, Xiang Queyinsi's title was even higher than that of Yincha. Naturally, he was not afraid of the other party, but what he did was indeed a bit unorthodox. Forcing a living person to make him angry was no different from killing someone.
"Some things just turn a blind eye and pass. Don't embarrass me. I won't cause trouble for you. It's not a big deal if someone dies prematurely. If it damages one's morality or is inappropriate, I will do it myself."
Bear it, but I definitely have to do this." Xiang Que said patiently: "If you feel that you can't explain it to me, I will go to the underworld to talk to the handsome Yin. They still have this little face.
will give it to me”
The two villains looked at each other with uncertain expressions. Getting angry at Que was not a big deal. It was a violation of the laws of the underworld. If no one was held accountable, they would naturally turn a blind eye and turn a blind eye.
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"You can take care of yourself." The two Yin messengers were about to return to the underworld. Xiang Que suddenly stopped the two of them and said, "You two, go slowly."
"What else?"
"I may have to make people die prematurely later, so you don't need to bother coming here anymore, just pretend you don't know. I will naturally handle the affairs of these people after they die, and they will not go to the underworld even if they go to the underworld."
The one who complained to the King of Hell”
The two villains were immediately confused!
After midnight, Xiang Que came out of the second hospital in Qufu, stopped a car on the road and headed to the suburbs.
"Brother, brother, where did you say you were going?" the taxi driver asked with his lips pursed and his face a little pale.
Xiang Que turned around and said: "Crematorium"
"Why are you going there at night?" The driver was confused. The crematorium is located in the suburbs of Qufu, surrounded by woods and lonely graves. During the day, people who pass by there can feel a chill coming from their bodies. At night,
I won't even go there.
"I'm going home." Xiang Que's faint voice fell on the driver's ears.
"Crunch" the driver stepped on the brakes and said blankly: "Brother, don't be ridiculous, okay? I'm in trouble."
Xiang Que took out a few hundred yuan and put it on the car and said, "Do you think you can take me home?"
The bright red bill was lying on the center console. The driver suddenly swallowed, stepped on the accelerator and said, "I almost made my urine come out. I don't drive such a scary thing."
Xiang Que blinked and said, "Hey, master, you didn't take a closer look. Is that money paper money?"
The driver's face immediately turned green, and the steering wheel swayed from side to side and began to tremble. Xiang Que wiped his cold sweat and said, "Brother, don't get excited. It's a joke. I'm really kidding. I work at the crematorium. I have something to do in the evening. You
Stop trembling with your hands. If you are trembling, we may have to be sent directly there and never come back."
More than twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped outside the crematorium. Xiang Que opened the door. After he got off the car, the driver jumped out of the car and disappeared soon after.
Xiang Que stepped into the woods next to the crematorium.
No matter how prosperous the city is, there is only one place with the heaviest yin energy and the largest number of wandering souls, and that is the crematorium.
"There are lonely ghosts here, come and see me quickly..."
In the forest, the leaves swayed automatically in the absence of wind, and then the dark wind picked up, and in an instant, lonely ghosts floated around Que.
"Tomorrow evening, you will go to Qufu City... If anyone dares to disobey, don't blame me for making your souls fly away. You won't even have a chance to become wandering souls."
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