I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 662 - 256: The Mortician, Granny Fox’s Exhortations (6k)_2

"Yeah."

Wen Yan was a bit surprised, but after thinking about it, it made sense.

Probably only this could provoke the Demonic Corpse enough to trigger the transformation.

"What else do you remember? Do you remember where you were headed?"

"I remember, I remember I turned into a ghost, and I ran into a doctor—he comforted me, helped me a lot..."

As soon as the Demonic Corpse spoke, Wen Yan's eyes narrowed slightly.

You couldn't have become a ghost. You never even got the chance to become one.

"Let's go, then—you lead the way and take us there."

At that moment, Pei Tugou's phone rang—the tire change service he just called for had arrived and was asking for their exact location.

Wen Yan waved his hand, pulled Feng Wei and Tong Si, and sat together in the back of the Spiritual Vehicle, closing the door so no one outside could see in.

Pei Tugou stayed outside to direct the tire-changing workers.

"Your tires all blew out from the side—can't be patched, they'll have to be replaced."

"Replace them. Make it quick, I've got clients in the car."

As soon as he said this, the tire workers took a good look at the Spiritual Vehicle and fell silent, swiftly changing out two tires.

For some reason, they kept feeling this Spiritual Vehicle was filled with chilling Yin Qi, the air inside especially cold— even the driver gave them an uneasy, cold feeling down their spines.

Finished with the job, Pei Tugou told them payment from the government office would be wired, no cash on the spot. The workers didn't dare complain.

As the vehicle pulled away, the tire guys finally saw that a thin layer of ice crystals had actually formed on the ground.

...

Luoyue County, Hundred Cities Hospital.

A doctor in a white coat walked down to Level B3.

This was the closest place to the mortuary.

He entered a hall, glanced at the stainless steel counter—it was completely empty. Calmly, he looked toward a cabinet on the other side.

"Come out."

From inside the cabinet, a woman in a hospital gown stepped out, unease in her eyes.

"Dr. Liu..."

"I told you—you're dead. You've become a ghost. Do you believe it now?"

The woman looked unwilling, hugging her knees and curling up in a corner.

She tried to reach for the stethoscope on the floor, only to grasp at empty air.

"You'll get used to it—you've just become a ghost. You can't pick up anything yet.

The only things you can touch are things made of metal. The door here—if you want to leave, you can just walk right through it.

Normal people can't see you anyway, but I advise you not to go out.

If someone from the Scorching Sun Department spots you, or if sunlight hits you, you'll definitely dissipate."

"Dr. Liu, how did I die?"

"You didn't leave the operating table."

"But... I don't remember having surgery."

"It's normal you can't remember. You died under anesthesia. After the anesthesia, you weren't asleep—you lost consciousness. If you die like that, and become a ghost, you won't remember how you died."

The woman looked at her hospital gown, and at the paper wristband—it had her name, her ward, and bed number on it.

"Try to let go—go to the afterlife soon. If you linger and dissipate, that'll be true soul annihilation. Is there anything you want me to tell your family? I can pass on a message."

The woman sat on the ground for a long time, dazed, then shook her head.

"Then go in peace."

The doctor helped her lie down on the stainless steel slab, then took out some make-up, and started to do her makeup.

"Dr. Liu, this is...?"

"My treasure. I'll put some makeup on for you, so you can look beautiful when you go."

As Dr. Liu applied the makeup, the woman's sickly pale, bluish-tinged skin gradually grew rosy; but this faint flush only made the deep, corpse-like blue even starker underneath.

Dr. Liu focused quietly, finishing the makeup, then casually picked up a mirror and let her look at herself.

"Dr. Liu, I can't see anything—I don't see myself in the mirror..."

"Oh, sorry, wrong mirror. This one will let you see yourself."

Dr. Liu held up a different mirror. She touched her cheek, her expression growing more distant.

"So? What do you think—my skills aren't bad, right?"

In the mirror, her face looked like a corpse, forcibly dressed up to look alive by cosmetic artistry.

The woman lay quietly on the slab, heaved a long sigh, and finally accepted her fate.

...

At Hundred Cities Hospital, the Spiritual Vehicle entered the premises with no difficulty. The guard on duty didn't even come out or ask questions, simply raised the barrier.

Pei Tugou drove into the underground parking garage.

"I told you, if you think a Spiritual Vehicle draws attention, it's actually really convenient—especially at hospitals. Nobody ever asks questions."

Once inside the underground garage, Pei Tugou glanced around. The aura coming off him was already affecting everything around without discrimination. The security cameras, dashcams—none of them could record anything happening here.

The rear hatch opened, and Wen Yan led the two ghosts plus the Demonic Corpse out, heading down the stairs.

"I... I'm starting to remember. I think... I died right here."

The further down they went, the more savage and fierce the Demonic Corpse's expression became.

As they walked, she suddenly reached up and felt the top of her head.

"I remember now. I died right here—I was nailed to death."

Wen Yan reached out and pressed a hand to the Demonic Corpse's shoulder.

"Take your time. Try to remember more."

He gave Feng Wei and Tong Si a look. The two ghosts moved on ahead, leading the way.