Lang Shuoyang said: "As long as you don't yell, I guarantee you will be fine!"
"Stop shouting, stop shouting!" the fat man said, covering his mouth with his fat hands.
Wanrou had never seen such a timid man before. She found it funny and covered her mouth, but she was snickering.
Lang Shuoyang said: "Let me tell you, you have met a ghost, and you were possessed by a ghost just now!"
The fat man was even more frightened and nodded quickly: "Uncle Ghost, don't hurt me!"
Lang Shuoyang said: "I'm not a ghost, I'm just telling you that you have encountered a ghost, so you have to take a shower and change clothes after you go back today. If there is a statue of Guanyin or some other god, you'd better worship before going to bed."
“I only have a statue of the God of Wealth in my house!”
"Whatever, the most important thing is, don't bully the weak in the future, otherwise ghosts will always come to you!"
"Yes, yes, I won't retaliate against anyone who scolds me in the future." The fat man believed that he had met a kidnapper, and he refused to agree to anything Lang Shuoyang said.
Lang Shuoyang asked: "Where is this?"
"Seventh Avenue!"
"What city am I asking?"
"Longcheng!"
Longcheng? Lang Shuoyang thought the name sounded familiar and asked, "Which country is this?"
"Han Guo, you're stupid..." The fat man was used to cursing, and he almost cursed again, but looked at Lang Shuoyang's sharp eyes and held it back.
Hanguo? Isn’t this the country that Sister Zixuan often talks about? Isn’t the second uncle Lang Yunming in Longcheng of Hanguo!
When the fat man saw that Lang Shuoyang was silent, he asked: "Uncle, I only have more than 10,000 kongs of coins with me. I'll give them all to you. Please let me go!"
Before Lang Shuoyang could speak, Wanrou slapped him on the back of the head: "Who wants your dirty money!"
The fat man quickly covered his head and huddled in his seat. It seemed that his pain nerves were very sensitive and he was quite afraid of being beaten.
Lang Shuoyang said: "Let me tell you again, we are not robbers, and we don't want your money. Get out!"
The fat man quickly agreed: "Yes!" He opened the door and got out of the car and ran.
Wanrou asked Lang Shuoyang: "Do we want his car?"
Only then did Lang Shuoyang react. He quickly stopped the fat man, got out of the car, and returned the car to the fat man.
Lang Shuoyang was about to leave with Wanrou. Fatty saw that they didn't hurt him or steal money. He was very grateful and shouted from behind: "Uncle, my name is Fatty San. If you have any questions, come to me. I can protect you here on Qima Road."
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Lang Shuoyang cursed in disgust: "Crap!" and walked away with Wanrou, while Miffel floated behind him silently.
Lang Shuoyang said: "It's been one day now, and I have to help you find your physical body within two days."
Wanrou said: "This place is so prosperous, where can we find someone who has just died to make a body? Besides, finding a man is not enough. Miffel must not want to be a man."
Miffel said: "Yes, women also need to be beautiful. It's really hard to find them. You can't just kill them and use them!"
Lang Shuoyang frowned: "You still don't know how to change your viciousness, how could you have such evil thoughts!"
Miffel argued: "I said you can't kill people, not that you find someone to kill! Why is it evil?"
The three of them were arguing while walking, when suddenly an ambulance roared past.
The three of them said in unison: "Hospital!"
I asked questions along the way, and I found that the language of Hanguo is similar to that of China. Although the accent is different, you can still understand it if you speak slower.
After all, Lang Shuoyang and Wanrou were dressed too strangely and were very eye-catching as they walked on the road. Suddenly they saw a fur shop in front of them. Lang Shuoyang had an idea and walked in with Wanrou.
He had a piece of tiger skin and roe deer skin, and Wanrou had a piece of leopard skin. They were all genuine goods, and the money was enough to exchange for two sets of clothes. Although the shop owner was very suspicious of the origins of the two people, Qian Zhen
With Wan Que's good leather in front of him, he was happy to take advantage of it. He found two pairs of old clothes and gave Lang Shuoyang one hundred roosters. Even if the deal was done, the two of them changed their clothes in the back room and came out to look in the mirror.
Only then can he look like a normal person again.
The shop owner offered another two hundred grand to buy Lang Shuoyang's divine light, but Lang Shuoyang refused and left the fur shop with Wanrou.
Wanrou was wearing a dress that belonged to the shop owner's daughter, and the number fit her perfectly. She looked like a frail high school student. Lang Shuoyang, on the other hand, was wearing a Tang suit, which was left by the shop owner's dead father. The shop owner gave her the dress according to Lang Shuoyang's age.
When I took it out, I looked even more like an old man when I put it on.
I took a taxi to the city hospital. The hall was brightly lit, and a nurse from the clinic came over and asked Lang Shuoyang politely: "Hello, sir, what department are you studying?"
Lang Shuoyang asked: "How to get to the morgue?"
The doctor was stunned and said: "In the basement, you are..."
Lang Shuoyang quickly explained: "A relative of mine passed away, so I came here to take a last look."
The nurse was still puzzled: "The morgue is locked at this time, and the gatekeeper is inside, but he won't open the door for you to see the body unless you are delivering the body."
Lang Shuoyang nodded: "Just tell me how to go. My brother is the gatekeeper."
The nurse was dubious and gave Lang Shuoyang a way out.
Lang Shuoyang and Wanrou followed the nurse's instructions, found the elevator in the corner of the hall, and went straight down to the fifth underground floor, which is the bottom floor.
As soon as the elevator door opened, a burst of cold air blew in. Wanrou hugged her shoulders tightly and said, "The yin energy here is so strong!"
Lang Shuoyang said: "It's air-conditioned here. It's more than ten meters underground. It's weird if it's not cold."
Wanrou frowned and said, "That's not right, I obviously feel Yin Qi."
Lang Shuoyang said: "The yin energy is behind you, as it is on Miffel. The more the ghost enters a closed space, the more obvious the yin energy will be."
Miffel looked very excited behind her: "I don't know what I will be like in the future. I must find a body that is more beautiful than mine to use!"
Wanrou said: "This is very easy, just find anyone."
Miffel said angrily: "You mean I'm ugly!" She reached out and hit Wanrou on the head twice, but Wanrou felt nothing.
After getting off the elevator, there is a long corridor walking in. There is a ceiling light on a few meters above. It is not dark here, but it is deserted and quiet, which makes it look a bit scary.
The corridor echoed heavily, and only the footsteps of two people echoed in the corridor. Although Wanrou was a descendant of Maoshan, she still felt a little scared. Fortunately, Lang Shuoyang was by her side, so she held onto Lang Shuoyang's arm tightly.
The corridors on this floor are all warehouses where sundries are piled, and most of them are locked. Only the innermost double door is locked inside. There is a small sign on the door that says "Morgue"
"Three words.
There was a narrow rectangular window on the door. When I looked in, incandescent lamps were lit inside, which was brightly illuminated. There were several rows of large freezers, but no one was seen.
Lang Shuoyang raised his index finger and knocked on the door a few times. Not long after, a thin old face appeared on the small window. There was a mask on his chin, but it didn't even cover his mouth. A pair of triangular eyes were filled with
Got crow’s feet.
Miffel lay next to Lang Shuoyang's ear and said, "This old man is uglier than you!"