Vice President Hou stepped into the morgue.
With dazed eyes, he stared at the second freezer in the lower left corner and couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Hehe, baby, don't be afraid, big brother is here."
"Once your brother holds you, you won't feel cold anymore."
He excitedly reached out, grabbed the freezer door, and forcefully pulled the heavy cabinet out of the freezer.
Inside the freezer lay a beautiful woman.
Her skin was fair, yet strangely ashen. She wore a black veil, beneath which her pale skin and alluring figure were faintly visible. Layers of frost crystallized into five-pointed snowflakes on her delicate skin.
She looks stunning and alluring.
At this moment, the woman, who had already died, opened her eyes and looked at Vice President Hou with a pitiful expression.
"I'm so cold, can I have a hug?" she said to Vice Dean Hou.
"Good, good!" Vice Dean Hou bent down, reached out and hugged the cold, stiff body, his face full of ecstasy. He took the opportunity to lift her up and caressed the cold body.
Then, with force, he lifted her out.
...
"Yu Ming, Vice Dean Hou... is there any chance they'll survive?"
Seeing the open doors of the morgue, Director Chen instinctively stepped back.
Then, to his surprise, he discovered that even though he was taking steps backward, his body was involuntarily moving forward.
It seemed as if his body and his consciousness had developed completely opposite perceptions.
Not only him, but also Yu Ming, who was pulling him along, and the onlookers behind them, all wore expressions of terror as they slowly walked towards the morgue.
"How so...?"
"Yu Ming...aren't you a Sequencer [Tailor]?"
"Shouldn't we do something?"
"Even if you can't save me, you should at least try to save these onlookers!"
Suppressing his fear, Dean Chen issued his demands to Ming.
Yu Ming gritted his teeth, pushed Dean Chen forcefully into the crowd, then reached into his waist and pulled out a sewing kit.
When he took out an iron needle with a red thread from the sewing box, his uncontrollable body slowed down considerably.
With a flick of his finger, the iron needle, trailing a red thread, flew swiftly into the dark morgue. The other end of the thread was tied to his hand.
Sizzle!
With a soft click, Yu Ming felt a sudden weight on his fingertips, and a surge of joy welled up inside him.
But the next second, he felt a chill run through his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
In the morgue, a figure with his head tilted slowly walked out. His skin was withered, his hair was dry and yellow, and he still smelled strongly of alcohol.
It was Zhang Laowai, who had already passed away.
He had just died, yet his face reeked of decay, as if he had been dead for a long time.
At this moment, Old Zhang, with his head tilted to the side and an iron needle stuck in his chest, was looking at Yu Ming with a chuckle:
"Hehe, hehehe..."
"Ah!!!" Accompanied by the terrified screams of the onlookers, another figure emerged from behind Zhang Laowai. He too had withered skin, dry hair, and a gaunt appearance. He was none other than Vice President Hou, who had just entered the morgue.
At this moment, his eyes were dull and lifeless, with drooping eyelids, clearly indicating that he was dead.
Vice Dean Hou stared blankly at Yu Ming, his mouth opening and closing, emitting a strong stench of corpses.
"I'm so cold, can you come and hug me?"
They both spoke at the same time, their delicate female voices emanating from their mouths.
Without hesitation, Yu Ming flicked three needles and threads and shot them at the two of them.
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Sizzle!
Black iron needles with blood-red threads pierced the chests of Vice Dean Hou and Zhang Laowai, but they showed no reaction; instead, they laughed even more happily.
"Hehehe..."
"Brother is so naughty."
The two men squeezed out affected, womanly voices from their aged, withered throats, and then began to run quickly, making a pattering sound.
"I'm so cold, can you hug me, brother?"
Yu Ming wanted to escape, but he was powerless to do so; his feet seemed to be completely contrary to his own will.
His heart was filled with fear; he couldn't understand why such a high-pitched, womanly voice could come from a man's throat.
"on the contrary?"
"Is this the rule?"
At that moment, Yu Ming's mind raced, and he quickly realized what was happening.
He began giving his brain commands to walk towards the morgue.
Sure enough, his feet moved completely out of his control, walking in the opposite direction and gradually moving away from the morgue.
Yu Ming was overjoyed: "Listen up, everyone! Quickly give your brains the command to go to her, only then can you fight against this evil logic, hurry!"
His words reached everyone's ears, but only two or three people fulfilled his requirements. Among them was their own family's dean.
Clearly, in the face of terror, everyone suffered a mental breakdown and was unable to think straight.
Yu Ming grew increasingly tense, and he couldn't help but silently pray, "Heavens! Why haven't the Guardians arrived yet?"
"If this continues, many people will die!"
Just then, he suddenly felt a shiver run through his body as a cold, pitiful gaze fell upon him.
He turned his head uncontrollably and looked behind Zhang Laowai and Vice Dean Hou. A beautiful woman stood in the darkness, looking at him pitifully.
Her full lips were slightly parted, emitting a faint fragrance.
"I'm so cold."
She looked at Yu Ming and the dark mass of people behind him, and laughed freely.
As her smile grew increasingly exaggerated, her beautiful face cracked open, revealing frozen, pale flesh filled with ice crystals. These ice crystals rolled and grew wildly outward, transforming into enormous tentacles that twisted like hair made of ice crystals. Two of these tentacles were connected to Vice Dean Hou and Old Zhang.
Other tentacles have beautiful red lips, strong noses, and fleshy eyelids with constantly writhing eyeballs hidden within.
"Run!!!" Yu Ming shouted, his fear making him instinctively want to escape.
His body involuntarily rushed toward the woman.
"No!!!"
He screamed in terror, and then he faintly heard footsteps.
Turning his head in the direction of the footsteps, he saw a boy rushing towards him from the other end of the square.
The boy was incredibly fast. He swung his arms wildly at his sides, making a chopstick motion, propelling his body forward like an arrow.
A thumb-sized brass bell hung from his waist, jingling softly.
In the sunlight, the bell shone with a golden hue, dazzling and full of hope.
'Guardian?' Yu Ming instantly understood the other party's identity, but when he saw that the figure was a young boy, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked!
'Oh no! Why did the Guardians send such a greenhorn? At that age, he must have just awakened!'
'Don't they know what's going on here?'
Despite his immense worry, Yu Ming still roared immediately:
"Her logic is the opposite! She can control your legs!"
"The more you want to leave her, the closer you get to her; the more you want to get closer to her, the further you drift away from her!"
He wanted to share the logic he had analyzed with the visitors.
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