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The two shook their heads simultaneously.
"His eyes," Guo Xiaofei said. "Usually, Lu Xun's gaze should be directed to the left, but today, his eyes..."
Only then did the three realize that, indeed, Lu Xun's eyes were looking to the right.
How strange.
Zhang Kai shivered and said, "Don't scare me."
At that moment, Sun Bing's flashlight flickered again, illuminating Einstein's portrait. Another bizarre occurrence unfolded: Einstein's eyes had seemingly been gouged out, staring hollowly at Sun Bing.
"Maybe the printer made a mistake," Zhang Kai stammered, feeling his tongue tie itself in knots; even he didn't believe his own explanation.
Suddenly, Zhang Kai felt a hand resting on his shoulder. A cold sweat broke out all over him, but he dared not turn around, fearing he might see something he dreaded most in life.
The hand patted his shoulder again, and Zhang Kai's heart leaped into his throat. A familiar voice broke through the tension: "Why are you trembling?" When Zhang Kai turned around, he saw it was Sun Bing's hand on his shoulder. He let out a sigh of relief and scolded, "Do you have any idea how terrifying it is to scare someone?"
"You look so scared. If you really have to do an autopsy one day, you'll probably die of fright. We're all from the Funeral Department; sooner or later, we'll have to deal with these things. Where do ghosts even come from? Have you watched too many horror movies?" Sun Bing forced a smile despite feeling scared himself. "Let's go find Yang Luo. Let's see if he looks just as good when he's dead. Ha ha..."
Sun Bing chuckled awkwardly to bolster his courage but fell silent when no one joined in.
The Mortuary was eerily quiet, as still as a grave. Rows of white beds resembled coffins waiting for the three of them. The rumors about the Mortuary had circulated far too much at Provincial University; they couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines, as if someone were breathing down their necks.
"Don't touch me randomly; do you want to die?" Zhang Kai thought Sun Bing had placed his hand on his shoulder again and quickly muttered a curse. But then he realized something was off—the hand felt like ice against his shoulder, while Sun Bing's hand was never this cold.
Whose hand is this!
Zhang Kai's body was covered in goosebumps, yet he couldn't help but mechanically turn his head.
In the moonlight, Zhang Kai saw a middle-aged man with a yellowish-white face, so thin that it was concerning. He had a buzz cut and a sharply defined face adorned with a thick mustache. The man's bony hand rested on Zhang Kai's shoulder.
Upon seeing this person, Zhang Kai was instantly terrified.
Because he recognized this man.
Almost everyone had seen his portrait.
He was Lu Xun!
Exactly like the Lu Xun in the portrait from earlier.
Could he have jumped out of the painting?
Indeed, the figure from Lu Xun's portrait had vanished.
Zhang Kai screamed loudly in fear.
Sun Bing and Guo Xiaofei also turned their faces at the same time.
Three screams pierced through the night sky.
At that moment, something even more shocking happened. Just as Sun Bing turned his head, he came face to face with an elderly man with grizzled hair. The man's sharp eyes were fixed intently on him, and his prominent nose was almost touching Sun Bing's.
Everyone was quite familiar with this person.
His name was Einstein.
"Ghost..." The three of them began to scream wildly; such bizarre occurrences were happening in this strange Mortuary.
Fortunately, they did not faint; their instincts kicked in.
Run.
Lu Xun and Einstein each grabbed one of Sun Bing and Zhang Kai, and both felt as if something damp was clinging to them, impossible to shake off.
It was utterly disgusting.
Guo Xiaofei wanted to flee.
But his hand was also caught by someone.
Mrs. Curie.
At that moment, a bed shifted slightly, and a figure rose straight up at a ninety-degree angle, its body rigid like a wooden stick, without a hint of bend.
Then the white cloth that had covered the figure slid down.
Yang Luo's face was pale—an ashen hue that suggested death had long since claimed him. Suddenly, his mouth opened slightly, and with a wet sound, his tongue slithered out, hanging down to his feet.
His head tilted at an angle reminiscent of the moment he had been hanged.
The three were terrified, their souls nearly leaving their bodies, yet they found themselves unable to faint.
Then, something even more horrifying occurred.
All the corpses stood up straight like Yang Luo, then jumped down from their beds. Their feet remained still, yet a heavy thud echoed in the hearts of the three, as if it were a sound emanating from the Ninth Underworld.
Though their feet did not move, their bodies seemed to glide toward the trio, silently observing them. The Mortuary was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop, yet it felt as if a great drum was pounding relentlessly in their minds.
"Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!"
Compared to the other two who were frozen in shock, Sun Bing was the boldest. He quickly reached out to grab his "Lu Xun," but no matter how hard he tried, Lu Xun's bony hands clamped down like iron pincers, refusing to let go. The other two seemed paralyzed by fear, losing even the instinct to flee.
Yang Luo slowly spun in midair, as if an invisible rope were tightening around his neck. His tongue continued to elongate, dangling down to the ground.
"Help!!!" Sun Bing screamed with a desperation that echoed louder than any sound he had made since birth.
The corpses closed in tighter around the three. Though they made no move to attack, the immense psychological pressure was enough to shatter their spirits and reduce them to mindless shells.
At that moment...
“Azure Earth Bright, Yin Zhuo Yang Qing, open my divine eye, distinguish between yin and yang, open!” With a thunderous shout, it was as if a button had been pulled in the ground, and the entire Mortuary was suddenly illuminated with golden light, making the walls transparent.
Everything vanished, as if nothing had ever happened.
The celebrities remained in their portraits,
The corpses still lay on the beds.
Yang Luo also disappeared from mid-air.
Wei Ning arrived.
It turned out that Wei Ning had long been worried about the three of them, fearing that the old man would pose a threat to them. So he had secretly followed them. Just as he entered, he saw the three seemingly trapped in an illusion, their faces flushed. He quickly activated his Yin-Yang Eye to dispel the illusion.
“Thud! Thud! Thud!”
The three fell to the ground like objects that had lost their support.
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