The Twilight Stalkers

Chapter 62: Backlash (1)

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But I calmed down immediately. If no one helped us outside, we would never get out. Who helped us? I looked at the corridor in the middle of the corpse cabinet. Zhao Chengshi was not there either. Where was he

Suddenly, the mirror trembled, and a ghost head poked out from inside. The white skin and bloody mouth made me shudder. I thought that I was almost caught up by them just now, and how dare they come out now? I quickly took out a yellow talisman from my pocket, raised it forward, and the female ghost shrank back in fear.

"Snap" I stuck the yellow talisman on the mirror. If no one takes it off, they will be trapped inside. I'll come back and deal with them when I'm done!

"Where is Zhao Chengshi?" I quickly turned around and asked Shen Bing. I couldn't look in the mirror anymore, otherwise I would have to go in again.

She didn't answer me, but smiled, looked at her body and said, "I'm back, I'm back, haha!"

I said, "Keep your voice down. If you scream so loudly in the morgue in the middle of the night, people might think you're dead."

She wrinkled her nose at me, then looked around and said, "Where's Zhao Chengshi?"

Oh my god, she asked me about it. It seems that she didn't know where the old man was. I said, didn't you come out first? Didn't you see him? She shook her head and said that when she came out, there was no one in the morgue. It was very quiet, so quiet that it was a little creepy. She sat on the ground and thought about it for a long time, but didn't dare to get up. I thought that she must have been thinking about the time when we hugged each other.

I didn't say anything. Thinking about what happened just now, I felt that Zhao Chengshi was a little suspicious. I suspected that he was helping us to revive. But I couldn't figure it out. How could an honest farmer have such special skills? Thinking of this, I slapped my head. Am I not a farmer? My father is also a farmer. Didn't he also have special skills

I didn't care about that for now. It took more than half an hour to go in and out of the mirror. It was already ten o'clock. If we didn't go to the funeral home to set up a counterattack, it would be too late. Shen Bing and I were about to go out when we suddenly heard footsteps outside. Shen Bing hadn't noticed yet. I pulled her and shushed her, then turned around and hid behind the corpse cabinet.

Just as I hid, the door opened. In the dead of night, in the morgue, hearing this heart-wrenching sound was simply a torture.

We both held our breath. In such a quiet space, we could almost hear our own heartbeats. I quietly peeked out and saw a middle-aged man wearing a Tang suit and a slicked-back hair coming in. It was Yan Xiang!

As soon as I saw him, my heartbeat quickened, thinking that he might be here to collect our bodies. He thought that if we two entered the mirror and let some ghosts in, we would definitely die, but you were totally wrong, I'm alive and well.

Yan Xiang's two sharp eyes first glanced around, and we both quickly retreated in fear. After a while, we heard his footsteps again, and we dared to peek out. He walked to the mirror, stood in front of the mirror, frowned and looked at the yellow talisman on it. I thought he was definitely going to take it off, but he looked up at the roof and walked forward again.

The footsteps did not stop until the door slammed shut. He went out the opposite door. Still uneasy, I slowly poked my head out and walked around the corpse cabinet to make sure there was no one in the corridor before I walked out. However, I suddenly realized that I had made a mistake. When I wanted to retreat behind the cabinet, it was too late.