Chapter two hundred and sixty-two: beauty steals corpse
Just as Wanrou was about to say hello, Lang Shuoyang pulled her and hid behind a pillar. He said softly: "These two people are acting strangely. Don't trust them easily. Let's see what they want to do first."
I saw two figures, one large and one small, quickly crossing the yard and arriving at the morgue next to the fifth hall of the Farewell Hall.
Lang Shuoyang and Wanrou were hiding behind the pillars at the entrance of the hall. Now they got closer and could see more clearly. The two sisters were still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. They looked a little nervous and kept looking back, as if they were afraid.
It's like being discovered.
Wanrou was very surprised and whispered: "Maybe they are also looking for a physical body, right?"
Lang Shuoyang shook his head, "There are no ghosts around them."
At this time, Qinglin had already opened the door of the morgue and led Huamei in.
Lang Shuoyang and Wanrou hurried over and leaned on the crack in the door to peek.
I saw the flower girl opening the coffin as soon as she entered, rushing to the next one after opening it, without even looking at the corpse inside.
After a while, more than a dozen coffins were all opened, and the flower girl stood aside. At this time, Qinglin had already untied her scarf, took off her shoes, and took out a small silver bell from her waist.
Miffel lay down behind Lang Shuoyang and asked, "Is she going to dance the Great God?"
I saw Qinglin shaking the silver bell a few times, making a slight sound, and then heard her mumbling some curse-like language, which Lang Shuoyang and the others couldn't understand at all.
Through the light of those lamps, Wanrou suddenly discovered that many slender bugs crawled out of Qinglin's hair. They were about the length of a chopstick, but very thin, much thinner than chopsticks. These bugs grew along the hair on her head
Climbing down, Climbing down on Qinglin's face and neck, Wanrou felt cold all over and had goosebumps all over her body. If she hadn't covered her mouth in advance, she might have screamed.
These bugs crawled very quickly, dispersed very quickly, crawled into each coffin, and got in along the nose of the corpse.
Qinglin shook the silver bell, and all the corpses stood upright with a "hoo" and stepped out of the coffin.
Wanrou looked back at Lang Shuoyang in surprise and asked in a low voice: "Zombie?"
Lang Shuoyang shook his head and whispered two words: "Miao Gu."
Qinglin muttered a few words, then turned around and walked out. The corpses lined up behind her.
Qing Lin walked in front, and the corpses kept pace with her. If she was fast, the corpses would be fast. If she was slow, the corpses would also slow down.
Huamei followed the team at the end. In front of her was the corpse of a tall old man. She followed behind, looking even more petite.
Lang Shuoyang pulled Wanrou and quickly ducked behind the pillar, watching the group of corpses walk past.
They walked through the yard and came to the gate. The gate was locked and Qinglin stopped. Huamei quickly ran out from the back and went to the guard room. She took out something from her arms and stabbed the door a few times.
The door to the guard room opened. Then she stooped into the house, pressed the door open button, and the slide door slowly opened.
Qing Lin walked out with the body, and the slide door closed quietly. The flower girl came out of the guard room, jumped at the door, and passed the slide door with a somersault.
Lang Shuoyang and the others hurriedly followed. When passing by the guard room, they took a look inside the window. There were several men sleeping on several single beds inside. I wonder if the flower girl had done something to them. They were all snoring like thunder.
One after another.
Lang Shuoyang and Wanrou also jumped over the gate and saw a pair of corpses going to the crop fields to the east, so they quietly followed behind.
At this time, Qinglin's pace quickened, and the group of people and corpses were almost trotting forward. Every time they turned a corner, Qinglin shook the silver bell a few times, and the corpses followed her in the turns obediently. The technique was similar to Jiangchuan's.
The method of exorcising corpses, but it is definitely not that kind of method. Lang Shuoyang knew that her ringtone was not controlling the corpse, but controlling the bugs in the corpse's head, and the bugs controlled the brain of the corpse. This should be the legendary corpse insect Gu!
Passing through a field of crops, there is a poplar forest in front. In the forest, there are grave mounds high and low.
This is the ancestral tomb of the nearby villagers, far across from the cemetery of the funeral home. At this time, dark clouds cover the moon, and the tomb is gloomy.
These corpses were controlled by Qinglin to stand side by side. The silver bell in Qinglin's hand shook sharply. Suddenly, another corpse stood up from behind many graves. There were more than twenty men, women, old and young. The difference this time was that these corpses
None of them were wearing clothes, unlike the corpses that came out of the funeral parlor wearing shrouds.
Lang Shuoyang and Wanrou found a big tree to hide in the distance, wanting to see what the two sisters were going to do. Suddenly so many corpses appeared, and Wanrou almost screamed.
Lang Shuoyang's eyes were bright at night, and he suddenly saw that some of these corpses looked very familiar. At this time, Miffel also leaned into his ear and said, "Those are the corpses from the city hospital."
Lang Shuoyang nodded in confirmation, and he was deeply impressed by the male corpse whose teeth he had knocked out.
Qinglin walked around the corpses and arranged them in a square formation.
Then, Qinglin asked Huamei to stand among the corpses, asked her to take off her coat, and put a silver collar around her neck. After that, she muttered again. Her Mandarin was originally very blunt, but this time she said it
Definitely not Mandarin anymore.
"The ancient books are so red..." No one knew what spell she was chanting. The spell mixed with the sound of silver bells was like the soundtrack of a horror movie, making it look weird and terrifying.
In less than five minutes, black gas was emitting from the heads of these corpses, shrouding the little girl Huamei standing in the middle in a steady stream.
Not long after, the black energy completely enveloped Hua Mei's whole body.
Lang Shuoyang felt that the two sisters were acting strangely and must be practicing some kind of magic, but practicing in this way was definitely not the right way.
After about ten minutes, the black air around Hua Mei gradually dissipated. Looking at Hua Mei again, her face was ashen, and her delicate and beautiful face had become devoid of human color.
Qinglin said: "It's done, you can meditate and take a rest. It's up to you whether you can avenge your father!"
The flower girl said nothing, sat down cross-legged, and kept vomiting.
In just one sentence, Lang Shuoyang understood that the two sisters practiced evil magic for revenge. They had no idea what a powerful person their enemy was.
At this time, Miffel suddenly said in Lang Shuoyang's ear: "Someone is coming."
Lang Shuoyang lay on the ground and listened, and there were indeed noisy footsteps. He couldn't help but admire Miffel. After death, her awareness was indeed higher than that of a living person. He got up and looked around, and took Wanrou to find an old tree with thick branches and leafy branches.
The tree climbed up.
Just as they hid themselves, a dozen people came from behind and surrounded them in the shape of fans. The two people at the front each held a wolf dog in their hands. The wolf dogs kept sniffing on the ground. They were following the wolf dogs to find something.