Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

When I pushed open the heavy door of the morgue, a pungent smell of formaldehyde and a thick, cold white mist hit me in the face.

Jingzhi had long been accustomed to this place. She pushed the door open a little and let Lin Zheng behind her in.

She said, "Go ahead and look for it. The person on duty at the door only gave me 20 minutes."

"Ah."

Lin Zheng walked in sideways, carrying a peach wood sword and a cloth bag on his back.

The cold morgue beds were arranged neatly.

Some of the bodies were covered with white shrouds.

Some were put into transparent body bags, like silent hills.

Lin Zheng's face was solemn, and he did not directly lift the white cloth to look for it.

Instead, he reached into his cloth pocket, pulled out a handful of yellow paper, scattered it into the air, and muttered in a deep voice:

"Everyone, please excuse me for disturbing you."

Jingzhi carefully avoided the yellow paper on the ground and followed him: "Doctor Lin, you are quite particular."

"You've seen a ghost, haven't you?" Lin Zheng turned around and said, "Maintaining basic respect for the ghost's former body is not only the basic ethics of a doctor, but also the principle that a Taoist priest must abide by."

"Yeah." Jingzhi looked around, "Then...are there any other procedures? Otherwise, I have to start looking for-"

Before she could finish her words, her attention was drawn to the last two positions in the row of morgue beds on the right.

"I found it!"

She moved over carefully.

"They were easy to find. They were the only two wearing clothes. I guess their bodies were too stiff to take them off."

Lin Zheng followed.

Just as he raised his hand to open the body bag——

At this moment, the morgue door, which was not closed tightly, slowly opened with a creak.

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew gently across the back of her neck.

Jingzhi was already freezing from the cold air inside.

When the wind blew, her hair stood on end.

His neck seemed to be rusted, and he turned 15 degrees with a click, looking at Lin Zheng:

"...Lin, Doctor Lin, first of all, let me make it clear that I'm not afraid."

"Secondly, please look behind me. Is there a ghost? I feel a chill on my neck."

"No...are you riding on my neck?"

Lin Zheng straightened up and took a look.

Then he rolled his eyes at the person behind her and shouted angrily: "You idiot, what if you scare her?! Either close the door quickly and come over to help!"

Xia Youren withdrew his mouth from blowing air at the back of her neck and raised his eyebrows playfully at Lin Zheng:

"Uncle, Ah Zhi said you two came to the morgue for a date, and I didn't believe her. Turns out what she said was true."

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of slapping echoed in the silent morgue.

Xia Youren covered the back of his head and opened his eyes wide, "Why did you hit me?"

Lin Zheng glared at him unhappily, "Don't talk nonsense about something that didn't happen. You're ruining the girl's reputation for no reason."

Is he afraid of ruining Jingzhi's reputation, or is his future father-in-law angry and embarrassed because his thoughts were guessed?

"Hey." He laughed dryly, "I was just kidding."

As he spoke, he raised the camera hanging from his chest, pointed it at the two zombies whose faces were still covered in white frost, and began to take pictures. "Father-in-law, if I get these pictures reported, they're sure to go viral."

Lin Zheng walked around to the zombie's feet and said to him, "There's no rush to take pictures. Come and help move them to the ground."

"I'm taking pictures." Xia Youren muttered.

Jingzhi stretched out her hand, "I can come too."

"You can't come." As he said this, Lin Zheng tutted at Xia Youren, "Are you done yet?"

Xia Youren continued to take photos, saying, "She's very strong~"

"Girls shouldn't touch ice cubes too much. If you don't come over here, go back to your own home! And don't come to see Azhi anymore!"

Lin Zheng's voice was colder than frost, and his sullen expression showed signs of erupting.

Xia Youren then quickly put down the camera and walked over, "Come on, come on, just let me take a picture."

Lin Zheng's forehead veins throbbed. "...If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you! Don't think I won't beat you just because your father and I have been friends for over twenty years!"

Jingzhi came over and whispered soothingly:

"Don't be angry, I can really come, just lift it and it will be fine soon."

Lin Zheng pursed his lips, his attitude doing a complete 360-degree turn. His voice was gentler than Xia Youren had ever heard. "You don't need to do this kind of thing. We can handle the physical work."

Xia Youren pushed his glasses onto his forehead and rubbed his eyes hard.

Could it be that his future father-in-law is someone else pretending to be him?

"hurry up!"

A loud shout woke him up.

Well, her father-in-law just made an exception for her.

……

Xia Youren looked up, and Lin Zheng raised his foot, moving the zombie couple to the ground.

Xia Youren shook his aching arm and complained, "It's so damn heavy."

"Okay, you're done. Just stand aside." Lin Zheng untied the cloth sheath of the peach wood sword behind him, casually made a sword flower, grasped the hilt with both hands, and was about to stab down.

"Wait." Xia Youren took a few steps back, half-crouched, pointed the camera at Lin Zheng, and said:

"Alright, the Taoist priest is killing zombies. So cool, don't you want to take a picture as a souvenir?"

As he spoke, he winked at Jingzhi who was standing next to him, "Right, my future father-in-law is wielding a sword. How handsome."

Lin Zheng's eyelids twitched. He always felt that this brat was scolding him in a roundabout way.

Unexpectedly, Jingzhi gave him a thumbs-up out of respect, "Doctor Lin is so handsome."

"..."

Now that she said so.

Lin Zheng pretended to be reluctant and said, "Alright, alright, if you want to take the photo, take it quickly."

Xia Youren patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me. I'll count to three, two, one, and then you can stab me."

"three!"

Lin Zheng squatted in a very handsome horse stance.

"two!"

Lin Zheng stole a glance at her, but she caught his gaze instead. So he blushed and lowered his head, staring at the pale female zombie on the ground to calm his rapid heartbeat.

"one!"

The expected handsome sword piercing the heart did not happen.

The female zombie's marble-hard chest made his wrist numb.

The peach wood sword that was pointed straight down was even bent by him for a moment, and the tip of the sword did not even pierce the female zombie's skin.

Lin Zheng was a little embarrassed.

She is watching, how can you be so weak!

So he gritted his teeth and stabbed the female corpse in the chest.

Xia Youren poked his head out from behind the camera and asked, "Uncle, are you okay? Are you too old?"

Ding----

Both sentences hit the man's sore spot!

Lin Zheng was annoyed and angry, and his head almost smoked after hearing Xia Youren's words.

He sneered and threw the peach wood sword towards him, "Youth is not necessarily useful, come if you have the ability."

"I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Xia Youren came over with a sword in hand and thrust the camera into Jingzhi's hand. "Come on, take a picture of your brother Ren slaying zombies!"

Jingzhi shrugged his shoulders. He didn't care whether it was his brother or younger brother, old or young, as long as he could kill the zombies. It was just a photo, no big deal.

But someone is still jealous.

He took the camera and said, "Hurry up, time waits for no one."

"okay."

Xia Youren walked to the position where Lin Zheng had just been.

"Excuse me, uncle. There's a button on the top right corner of the camera. Wait for it to click and it will work. Come on, it's your turn to help me count."

Lin Zheng closed his eyes and said, "Tsk."

It was really fun to watch them bickering, but Lin Zheng probably wouldn't help him count. Jingzhi curled his lips and said, "Let me count."

"three two,……"

"one!"

"Click."*2

As for why there are two sounds.

There was a sound, indeed the sound of a camera.

The sound was the wailing of Lin Zheng's peach wood sword.

There was also a silent "click", which was the sound of Lin Zheng's bleeding heart breaking.

It's his family's century-old peach wood sword!

Brat!!!