[Sun...Xiang...Feng...]

Who is it?

This is really a false accusation.

Xia Chi's heart was stuck in his throat and his brain was working fast. This evil creature had been brainwashed by hatred and could only be suppressed by the power of mindfulness.

Mindfulness…Mindfulness…

Where could he find the power of mindfulness in this small space? Xia Chi's mind was blank. He only remembered that the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra was the sound of the most masculine and righteous mindfulness, which could suppress evil spirits, but he couldn't remember how to recite the mantra.

At the critical moment, an absurd thought flashed through his mind. The sound of the most righteous and masculine mindfulness seemed to be more than just the Mahavairocana Mantra. The most righteous and masculine sound he had ever heard was...

Xia Chi suddenly opened his mouth and sang in a trembling voice: "There has never been a savior, and we don't rely on gods or emperors. To create happiness for mankind, we must rely on ourselves..."

The singing was as thin as a thread, but it seemed to have magical power. The old lady's ferocious expression suddenly froze, and a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes.

“…We must reclaim the fruits of our labor, free our minds from their prisons, and quickly heat the furnace to a fiery blaze. Only by striking while the iron is hot can we succeed…”①

Xia Chi's voice gradually became firm from trembling, and the pitch of his voice became higher and higher. Every word was resounding, and the high-pitched melody echoed in the small elevator: "This is our final struggle. Unite until dawn—"

The old lady's spirit seemed to be injected with clear spring water. Her lips moved unconsciously and she hummed along unconsciously, as if she had returned to the passionate times of decades ago. Her raised arms slowly dropped.

"bite--"

The elevator door opened.

The old lady looked around blankly, like a lost child, and staggered out of the elevator.

Xia Chi let out a long sigh and almost fell to his knees.

I walked out with weak legs, but found myself on the second floor below ground. Three big words above my head pressed down on me like a mountain.

"Mortuary"

【Oh.】

Xia Chi smiled bitterly.

This name is really wonderful. The final blessing from the living to the dead is contained in these three words.

[Oh Amitabha, Oh Amitabha, I am truly selfless, why should I care about these trivial matters~]

Xia Chi pounded the wall, then forced himself to cheer up.

Fortunately, good prevails over evil. After the positive mindfulness conversion just now, most of the evil in the old lady has been eliminated. The whole "person" exudes a kind of compassion and peace of forgetting the world, just like an ordinary old lady who is preparing to go home to cook for her grandchildren after dancing square dance.

If Xia Chi's calculations were correct, the evil spirit named Kang Yingdi's body was staying in a small compartment in the morgue. Perhaps if she got closer to the body, her soul would be able to go back on its own.

He supported the old lady like a corpse driver and walked along the corridor. When he reached a place, he suddenly heard heart-wrenching cries, as if tens of millions of wronged souls were wailing in his ears at the same time.

Millions of hairs stood on end.

Looking up, I saw a row of eerie doors and windows standing majestically, with cold air mixed with resentment blowing out from the cracks in the doors. It was the main room of the morgue.

Xia Chi subconsciously took a half step back and clasped his hands together.

Amitabha Amitabha…

After a pause, he felt that it was not thorough enough and hurriedly made the sign of the cross on his chest.

【God bless.】

[Hurry up and obey the command...]

The old lady was not afraid at all. She walked in and felt at home.

It was a pity that the door was blocked by a thick curtain to prevent the cold air from escaping. The old lady, perhaps because of poor eyesight or clumsy hands and feet, tried several times but couldn't lift the curtain.

Xia Chi had to step forward to help.

As the door curtain was just opened, a person rushed out from inside. He was wearing a white coat and a mask, with his hands folded behind his back as if he was holding something. Just when he was worried that he couldn't get through, Xia Chi helped.

"Thank you."

The man in the white coat walked hurriedly and left two words.

"polite."

Xia Chi took a step back to make way.

The man in the white coat was carrying a stretcher with a long blue bag on it. At the other end was a small nurse, also wearing a mask and a hat, fully armed.

A long blue bag with a zipper running through it, big enough to hold an adult, and being carried out from such a place, it's self-evident what it is.

This was the first time Xia Chi had seen this, and he was so frightened that everything on his body stood up. He watched the two men carry the body bag to the hearse next to them, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

When I was about to invite the old lady into the house, I turned around and she was gone.

When I turned around again, the old lady was standing next to the hearse.

The old lady stared at the blue body bag.

"...Where do you want to take me?"

White coat: “???”

Nurse: “???”

Xia Chi: “!!!”

[Could it be Kang Yingdi...?]

It’s true.

He didn't come earlier or later, but happened to run into us when we were moving the corpse.

It is destined that there will be another disaster after death.

Xia Chi was afraid that the old lady would suddenly attack and hurt someone, so he approached her cautiously: "Inside..."

The old lady looked at the body bag with drooped shoulders. After a while, she raised her face and her scarlet eyes met the white coat.

The man in the white coat was startled.

"Auntie, your trachoma is really serious. You need to see an ophthalmologist. It's in the backmost clinic on the east side of the third floor, right?"

The old lady said nothing, her hand silently reaching behind her waist!!!

Hold on to loneliness.

[I’m so scared! I’m so scared!]

Xia Chi touched his chest.

[Luckily, I took off the axe as soon as I got out of the elevator.]

The old lady couldn't find the axe, so she stayed there for a moment, then put her hands into her trouser pockets and took out something like a piece of iron.

It was an old-fashioned folding fruit knife, less than four centimeters in total and still covered in rust. The kind that wouldn't even be confiscated on the high-speed train.

So much so that when she pulled out the blade of the fruit knife, the man in the white coat was dumbfounded: "Are you sure you want to peel the fruit here?"

There's no fruit here?

Only Xia Chi saw the murderous intent in her, and with lightning speed, he grabbed her hand and tried to pry the knife away.

But the old lady's consciousness was taken over by the evil spirit, and she was very strong. Xia Chi had to use both hands to barely steady the blade and stop it from moving forward. It was impossible to break it off.

“Hurry…go!”

Xia Chi gritted his teeth and urged the man in the white coat.

"oh."

The man in the white coat adjusted his glasses.

The doctor was quite brave. Although he didn't know what had happened, he saw that the person causing the trouble was an elderly woman, and thought that it would be easy to deal with her. The young man was too weak.

So he stepped forward and stretched out his legs, trying to knock the old lady down.

The old lady remained motionless.

This is unscientific!!!

The man in the white coat widened his eyes, his legs aching slightly, as if he had kicked a steel bar.

When he got closer, he was shocked to find that there was something wrong with the old lady's eyes. The whites of her eyes were bloodshot and her pupils were a strange blue-gray color, just like a... corpse!

The man in the white coat broke out in a cold sweat and turned to run, but was grabbed by the neck by an old hand. The force was so great that he, a grown man, was lifted up like a chicken.

"Oh...oh..." The old lady's throat made a sound like a broken bellows, "Sun Xiangfeng...you have caused me so much pain..."

The man in the white coat was shivering.

"No, no, no, this is not Sun Xiangfeng, you are mistaken, mistaken..."

Xia Chi hurriedly comforted the old lady, "Look, look, there's a name on his ID card. His name is..."

Xia Chi took off his work ID, walked up to the old lady, and read out the name: "Sun Xiang...Feng? Huh?"

How could it be your grandson!!!

Just as you search everywhere for something you can't find it, you meet your enemy on a narrow road.

The evil spirit locked onto the creditor, and its hostility instantly increased a hundredfold.

In a flash, the old lady turned her wrist and stabbed Sun Xiangfeng in the stomach with a cold light. Xia Chi did a somersault and retreated three feet away, barely avoiding the bloody scene.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..." The sound of stabbing with a knife came one after another, like the sound of chopping dumpling stuffing.

Sun Xiangfeng screamed at the top of his lungs like a pig being slaughtered, but after more than twenty cuts, the screams became quieter and quieter.

But he didn't die of anger.

He opened his eyes wide and looked down, but there wasn't even a speck of blood on his white coat.

Are you kidding me?

The old lady was even more confused. I am here to kill people, not to have an abortion.

He stopped, raised the weapon, and took a closer look - the iron blade of the fruit knife had been bent into a U shape by someone without anyone noticing.

Even gayer than Xia Chi himself.

“…”

The old lady was not stupid either, and her fierce gaze immediately locked onto the culprit.

The instigator forced out an extremely flattering smile.

"Auntie, calm down, calm down, listen to me..."

He straightened his collar, folded his hands devoutly across his chest, his eyes as bright as a spring breeze, and his sincere voice seemed to melt even ice and snow: "There has never been a savior, nor do we rely on gods or emperors...ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..."

He was grabbed by the collar and thrown out like a sandbag.

Xia Chi drew a graceful parabola in the air and was about to make close contact with the wall. In a flash, a black shadow flashed and a slender arm firmly wrapped around his waist.

Xia Chi's face stopped abruptly 0.01 centimeters away from the tiled wall, and the tip of his nose could even feel the coldness seeping from the wall.

"Oh my goodness!" He gasped inwardly, "If this really hits me, I'm going to get two bumps."

[One on the head, one on the mountain.]

"Are you okay?" a voice asked him.

The voice was wrapped in a familiar warmth, like an intoxicating night, making the ears slightly numb.

Xia Chi came back to his senses and met a pair of misty eyes.

The light in the basement was dim, but it cast a soft glow on the man, and even his breathing and body temperature revealed an unreal tenderness.

My heartbeat suddenly became irregular.

[What the hell, what kind of Mary Sue plot is this?!]

The barrage in my head exploded instantly.

[I guess I've been staying up late watching too many melodramatic dramas, so now even my dreams have background music and slow motion.]

He seemed to have fallen into a confusing dream. The man's drooping eyelashes cast tiny shadows, and his pupils seemed to hold the starlight of the entire Milky Way.

[Help! Could this be the plot of the short drama "The Overbearing Top Star Falls in Love with Me" that I just watched yesterday?]

【I traveled through time?!】

My heart is pounding and my breathing is rapid.

[Should you push me against the wall and tell me you're playing with fire?]

[Damn it!] Xia Chi wailed in his heart.

[It’s over, it’s over. I must have been bewitched.]

What should I do?

If he kisses me later, should I grit my teeth or...?

Should I close my eyes first...?

So he closed his eyes.

Jiang Nan: “…”

How should I put it? I feel like I'm being entangled in retribution for this life.