C144 (1/2)

The ghost sensed that I was looking at it, and its face turned to me. It was surrounded by black gas, and it seemed to be a vengeful wraith.

I silently swallowed my saliva. Xiao Bai still hadn't woken up. I really didn't know how I should settle this matter.

After inviting Uncle Zhao and his son into the house, I hurriedly called senior apprentice brother Zuo Ming.

In the end, senior brother Zuo Ming said that Uncle Zhao had been carrying him for dozens of years and had been entangled with his soul for quite some time now. Otherwise, he would have made his move long ago.

When Uncle Zhao returned from studying abroad, he entered the medical academy and became a teacher.

The medical school had many specimens of corpses, some of which had been donated voluntarily, but at that time the main source of activity was the executed prisoners.

At first, the prisoners would just directly hit their hearts and die with one shot. But in order to embalm the body, the body had to be injected with formalin from the blood vessels. The heart was connected to the blood vessels, so that the formalin that entered the body would flow out of the heart without any antiseptic effect.

It could not be said that it was all because of this. In any case, it was later changed to being the leader. That way, the corpse would be perfectly preserved.

At that time, the police did not care if the body was sent to the medical academy, but they would inform the police if there was a family member claiming the body.

There weren't many teachers in the medical academy at the time, so the young teachers were divided into groups of two. After receiving the notice, they pushed the corpses away with a small green cart.

At that time, the murderer was at the top of a small hill. There was a long flight of stairs, and the green-skinned carriage was unable to push it up. Thus, the teacher had to carry the corpse down himself.

Uncle Zhao had been chasing a female teacher, and the person in charge of the division was also optimistic about them. Thus, he had divided them into two groups.

Uncle Zhao definitely wouldn't let the woman he liked make a move against him, so he offered to carry her on his back.

When the bullet hit a person's brain, they would immediately die. However, their body would unconsciously twitch, and some of them could even move for more than half an hour.

However, they didn't have the time to wait for the corpse to remain still. Thus, many of the corpses on Uncle Zhao's back were still moving.

This wasn't the point. The point was that the person who was shot was still alive.

There were only two ways to be shot: You deserve it for your heinous crimes, or you die of injustice. The former was definitely not a good person, and even after death, he was still not a good ghost. The latter could not be said to be without a trace of resentment.

As time passed, these grievances slowly accumulated into evil spirits.

Fortunately, Uncle Zhao was a very upright person. This resentment was concentrated but not condensed. He now had the appearance of an evil spirit, but had no inner workings of an evil spirit.

He was afraid that the older Uncle Zhao got, the weaker his Yang Qi would be. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to suppress this evil ghost.

When he could no longer control it, there were two possibilities. The first was that the evil ghost had its own thoughts, and that the evil ghost and Uncle Zhao's soul were fused into one.

Either way, it was dangerous.

I feel that even if I can't drive this ghost away, I must at least weaken it a bit. At the very least, I can't let it surpass Uncle Zhao's yang aura!

After making up my mind, I entered the house.

As soon as I entered the room, I heard Uncle Zhao tell my father that he was getting old and his neck and shoulders were always sore.

I immediately suggested that there was a way.

Having Uncle Zhao's back turned to me, I took out the branch and secretly turned it into a small wooden hammer with a long handle.