in the name of evil

Chapter 32
Jiang Li's eyes turned red in an instant, and he suddenly wanted to destroy something.

He looked at Song Xian who was wringing her fingers, and he had an urge to punch her pretty face with it.

This impulse was like a drop of ink dripping into clear water, quickly eroding all his thoughts.

Jiang Li's face was ferocious, and he almost wanted to take action.

At this critical moment, Xiaocao shook slightly.

A sensible voice rang in Jiang Li's ears——

"Don't! I can't beat her! I will be killed by her!"

In an instant, the black mist that had merged into the air faded away like a tide.

Jiang Li's eyes were instantly clear, and his reason returned to his body.

He noticed that the clothes next to his body were completely soaked in cold sweat at some point.

Jiang Li had a gloomy face, panting heavily: "Fucking funeral ghosts bully me to be weak!"

Song Xian looked at Jiang Li ignorantly, not knowing what happened just now.

"What's the matter, Brother Jiang Li?"

"You didn't feel it?" Jiang Li was a little surprised.

Song Xian shook her head, while Jiang Li began to self-criticize.

He underestimated this wandering spirit a little, and almost let him fall. If it wasn't for his strong desire to survive, he could have broken off the ground like that deadbolt now.

"It's okay, let's go, let's go to the morgue." Jiang Li gritted his teeth, becoming angry from embarrassment.

Don't even think about it today!

Song Xian let out an 'oh' and followed Jiang Li.

Jiang Li didn't take the elevator, he was worried that this cunning wandering soul would do something to prevent the elevator door from opening or fall freely.

He rushed directly to the morgue from the safe passage, and kicked up the locked safe door.

Then, being bounced to the ground by the reaction force, he got up and asked Song Xian to open the door.

Song Xian gently held the thumb-thick alloy U-shaped lock hanging on the door, and gently broke it, and the U-shaped lock broke into two pieces like shattered ice.

Jiang Li kicked the door open and shouted towards the morgue:
"You have the ability to seduce me, you have the ability to come out!"

The echo echoed in the fully enclosed morgue, but there was no response.

Song Xian rubbed her little hands and shrunk into a ball: "Brother Jiang Li, it's so cold in here."

Jiang Li frowned: "Are you still afraid of the cold?"

"I don't know why, after staying in your body for a long time, my body is warm now, just like a normal person."

Song Xian gasped at the palm of her hand, feeling a little embarrassed.

Jiang Li raised his eyebrows, not to mention that he didn't pay attention, when he held Song Xian's little hand, it seemed to be really warm, unlike the ghosts in the mental hospital, who peed like liquid nitrogen.

Let's study later, Jiang Li thought, now is not the time to study.

He then looked at the morgue. In addition to the sliding freezers on the three walls where the corpses were stored, there were several alloy square shelves in the morgue.

On the square frame, there will be no corpse covered by a white cloth.

He went straight to the freezer, randomly opened a cabinet, and checked the metal hang tag with the corpse's information hanging on the toe of the corpse.

After watching one, he pushed the freezer back and pulled out the next one.

Jiang Li took a break from his busy schedule, checking the tag and guessing the cause of death.

"Faces have had stitches stuffed, been bludgeoned to death or been in a car accident."

"A large area of ​​skin ulcerated and suppurated, infected, burned or exposed to strong acid and alkali."

"So soft, all the bones in his body are broken, he fell to death."

Song Xian stretched out her finger and pointed Jiang Li's back, a little hesitant: "Would it be less respectful to the deceased?"

Jiang Li thought for a while, and it seemed that there was indeed something:

"This poor man's body is covered with dark purple corpse spots. His tongue can't be retracted into his mouth, as if he died of suffocation. May the Lord bless this poor soul."

Song Xian: "."

"what?"

Finally, Jiang Li found the corpse he was looking for.

He pulled out the body, put it on the square rack, and continued searching.

After spending more than half an hour, Jiang Li finally checked all the corpses.

At this time, three corpses lay quietly on the square frame.

"Song Xian, beat them up!"

Jiang Li's eyes sparkled with excitement, eager to try.

"Ah?" Song Xian was a little worried, she was worried that Jiang Li was a pervert.

"It's okay, trust me, beat them up!" Jiang Li patted Song Xian on the shoulder and gave her an encouraging look.

That look seemed to say: You can do it, I believe in you!
Song Xian had never touched a real corpse before, so she instinctively resisted touching these things.

However, it was Jiang Li's intention after all.

She took a deep breath, her cheeks puffed up slightly, as if she was cheering herself up.

"sorry!"

Saying I'm sorry, Song Xian waved her fist mercilessly.

Seeing that the fist was about to hit the corpse's face, Jiang Li opened his eyes wide, as if he wanted to witness this moment with his own eyes.

But just when Song Xian's little powder fist had almost touched the corpses, a black mist emerged from the nostrils of the three corpses, blocked Song Xian's attack, and then gathered together, gradually turning into a human form.

With a fierce face, Hei Wu stared at Jiang Li viciously, and his voice was like metal passing across the blackboard:
"you wanna die!"

Jiang Li seemed a little disappointed, he didn't expect this guy to be so impatient.

He sneered: "You parasite, you live in a corpse like a fucking maggot, it's really disgusting to sleep on your buttocks, it's disgusting to the inside of your buttocks."

After speaking, Jiang Li took a step back and motioned Song Xian to do it.

The black mist let out a scream that could not be made by humans, and rushed towards Jiang Li.

And Song Xian stood in front of the black mist like a ghost, her face was frosty, seeing the black mist full of hostility, she said disdainfully:
"Are you also worthy of brother Jiang Li's action?"

Jiang Li nodded behind Song Xian, dignified, with the appearance of an outsider: "Are you worthy of me?"

Hei Wu opened his mouth to shout angrily, showing two fangs, and at the same time swung his right hand, hitting Song Xian in the face.

Song Xian easily grasped Hei Wu's fist, and with a slight squeeze, Hei Wu's right hand shattered.

Hei Wu's face was gloomy, and the arm that fell on the ground turned into a cloud of black smoke, and returned to Hei Wu's broken right arm, becoming an arm again.

Seeing the rebirth of Hei Wu's severed limbs, Song Xian's expression was not very good.

Isn't it like punching cotton with a punch that can't be exerted?
But Jiang Li noticed keenly that Hei Wu's right hand seemed not as dark as his left hand.

In other words, not so solid.

So he hurriedly said: "Song Xian, beat him hard, although he can recover, he will become weaker!"

Hearing Jiang Li's words, Song Xian also found that the state of the black mist seemed to be worse than before, so she was full of confidence again.

Hei Wu glared at Jiang Li, wanting to go past Song Xian and take Jiang Li's dog's head.

But Song Xian still stopped him.

Immediately afterwards, Black Mist Ola Ola Ola.

Song Xianmu is big and big.

At the moment when the black mist's attack slowed down, Song Xian seized the opportunity.

Then, Song Xian Ola Ola Ola.

Black mist baa baa baa baa baa.

Until Hei Wu's limbs were mutilated.

But in a blink of an eye, it returned to its original state again, but this time it was very weak and weak.

Jiang Li saw the opportunity, grabbed Hei Wu's neck, and lifted it up.

Seeing that the black mist was no longer a threat, Song Xian obediently stood beside Jiang Li, rubbing her little red hands while being vigilant against the black mist.

"The things that grew up eating Baijiafan are really special."

Jiang Li said mockingly.

And the black mist was already very weak at this moment, almost translucent.

It didn't say a word, just staring at Jiang Li.

"It's a pity that eyes can't kill."

Jiang Li grinned and tilted his head to look at the corpse on the square frame:
"How long have these bodies been here?"

Hei Wu sneered, and when he was about to speak, Jiang Li interrupted: "Forget it, I don't want to know, he is pitiful enough, you are still parasitic on him, bah, lowly."

After finishing speaking, it allowed the little grass, which had been impatient for a long time, to suck up the black mist.

Jiang Li's hand was like a vacuum cleaner, and the black mist was almost compressed into a black line, which was quickly sucked into Jiang Li's body.

Hei Wu's eyes widened, and before he had time to scold Jiang Li for being mentally ill, and asked questions without giving himself a chance to speak, he felt that his body was being extracted uncontrollably by something.

You just wanted to kill me, the black mist finally realized the moment before his consciousness disappeared.

And the moment the black mist dissipated completely, and Jiang Li slowly clenched his fist with his open left hand, an exclamation came from behind him:
"Fuck!"

　Iron juice, I suspect that I don’t have the talent to write novels. I asked the editor in the past two days. There are very few follow-up readings, and the hope of getting up is very slim. Alas, let’s send a message for love, and I may consider dual opening...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)