How should I put it, He Zhao is absolutely a pervert now.

A normal person would run for his life if he encountered a fake corpse. However, he looked very interested and wanted to help him to stop shaking like Parkinson's disease.

Where did the dexterity with which I used to skillfully open the lounge door go?

The hanged man standing on the simple wooden bed twitched his nose as if he smelled something.

Yo ho!

He became more and more curious about the other person's body structure and whether his olfactory organs still functioned well.

The dead body sniffed and bent down little by little. When it opened its eyes, it did not see the living person so close.

Seeing this, a ruthless person chuckled and turned off the BUFF that had lost its sense of existence.

The unknown deceased stared at the person who suddenly appeared. He was so frightened that his whole body trembled, his feet were unsteady, and he fell backward.

"boom!"

There was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. If it were a human being, he would have screamed as he fell.

But, it is not human.

"Giggle. Giggle"

The hanged man turned over and climbed up from the ground, looking at the living person just across the bed, his eyes quickly filled with blood. There was greed in his pupils, as if he had seen something delicious.

"Cannibal, or like to eat flesh and blood?"

As soon as the voice fell, it suddenly pounced over.

His movements were vigorous and explosive, without any sluggishness as before. He easily jumped over the one-meter-high morgue, reached down from top to bottom, stretched out his hands, and pinched his neck.

"boom!"

He Zhao raised his foot and kicked him, hitting the dead man in the chest.

With the talent [Dark Moon Messenger +], the strength attribute value after dark is 32 points, which is a full 3,200 kilograms of strength.

Not to mention just a recently deceased corpse, even a big brown bear can still be kicked to the ground.

"boom--"

With a body weighing over a hundred kilograms, it couldn't resist the divine power. It flew out with a roar and hit the wall of the morgue hard. Cracks like spider webs spread in all directions.

If you were stronger, you could kick him through with one kick, that wouldn't be a problem.

"The body is as hard as iron."

He continued to analyze the physical characteristics of the deceased.

"I don't know if I can still move freely after breaking all the bones in your body."

As a graduate of a medical university, it is reasonable to be interested in a corpse that is mysteriously disguised after death.

"Giggle."

As if it had received a severe blow, the corpse was so frightened that it shivered when faced with the human being who was slowly walking toward it. At one point, it shrank into a corner. It also roared with an open voice, indicating that it should not come over.

"Do you have a certain amount of wisdom? Know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages!"

He thought of the corpse demons he met in the ruined temple of Master Zhang Daoling.

Those guys drank, ate meat, and roasted themselves over the fire. They behaved just like ordinary people. They even persuaded the land to cooperate with them and tricked people into going up the mountain.

"If it recovers its memories of life, wouldn't it be no different from humans?"

Thinking about it carefully, it would be terrible if there were many zombie-like things inside Jincheng. Wait a minute, it’s not him who should be worried, but the drunken officials.

"Grrrr!"

Probably because he was pushed too hard, the dead bodies huddled in the corner protruded.

However, the business failed half way through.

The man named He raised his right foot, pointed it at its head, and stepped down without reservation.

"Kacha!"

The sound of skull cracking was heard, and then brain matter spilled out.

"Plop——"

The corpse fell to the ground, and its limbs twitched from time to time.

"."

I'm done, I'm so energetic.

Not to mention a corpse, even if it is a steel plate, if it is stepped on with all its strength, it will leave traces of footprints, let alone a skull.

"well!"

He sighed and planned to study it carefully.

He stretched out his right foot and immediately lifted the corpse from the ground. He opened his left arm and tucked it under his arm.

He returned to the original position in three or two steps, placed it on the simple wooden bed, and covered it with the white cloth again.

When I wait for tomorrow, I won't know anything about it. Anyway, there is no monitoring, so I will say whatever I want.

It can’t be done by a helpless young man like me!

The only problem is that the squad leader is not going to be able to pass the test easily, and he might use some excuse to peel off the black skin on his body.

According to the rules of the prison, a son who takes the place of his father needs to give the captain the money for the first half of the year. This is an unspoken rule that everyone tacitly agrees with.

The Daqing country implements a weekly salary, which is paid every seven days or every fourteen days. If it were paid once a month, there would always be people who would be so poor that they would have to sell their trousers just after half a month.

The last few times when money was given out, the team leader asked for money. In his previous life, he was very stubborn and said a few words in a tough manner, "I'm sorry for my father's needs, why should I give you money?"

As a result, the two sides formed a rift.

If Lao Wang hadn't been in the middle, the original body would have been broken up by the captain.

Don't underestimate the middle-aged Wang Xu. He has been in the industry for more than thirty years, has had several bosses, and has a wide network of contacts.

The commander-in-chief and the team leader usually have to be treated a little less favorably, let alone a squad leader.

As long as you don't make any principled mistakes, there's really nothing you can do against him.

But after looking at the cracked walls and the corpses with brains protruding from their heads, I might have to find another way out.

If it were someone else, the matter could be big or small, and no one would care.

But, who told him to have a grudge against his immediate boss? Gu Ye

Of course, He Zhao didn't care about a profession nicknamed Stinky Foot Patrol.

At worst, we can rob the rich and give to the poor, rob the rich officials and give to the poor.

He left the morgue with an indifferent expression, and there was a thud, as if something was kicked under his feet.

I was startled, and subconsciously bent down to look, but stopped abruptly.

However, as if he thought of something, his eyes rolled a few times and he leaned over to look calmly.

I saw the little man lying on the ground with a pale face. He breathed and found that he was dead.

So brave!

Get up, look up.

The whole person's feet were in the air and he was suspended in mid-air. The familiar feeling of suffocation hit his brain. The touch on his neck was still that of rough hemp rope.

He grasped the rope with both hands, and the veins in his arms popped out, causing the body hanging in the air to jump upward. He tried his best to show the struggle of human beings when they are suspended.

His rosy complexion gradually turned as pale as that of Xiao Zuo.

After a while, the vital signs disappeared.

"Plop!"

The body fell to the ground, lifeless.

[Talent - One life is activated, you are exempted from death once. 】

Even though he closed his eyes tightly, it didn't stop him from seeing a message pop up in the upper left corner of his sight.

'Fortunately, I didn't drink enough water or rice in the afternoon. I ran to the toilet a few times and all the waste matter in my body was discharged. Otherwise, I might have made a fool of myself tonight.'

"Tap tap. tap tap"

The sound of footsteps came from the corner of the corridor.

"Haha, I didn't expect that Lao He's son is actually a martial artist. Although Zhang San is a corpse demon that has just transformed and may be beaten to death with fists and kicks, it should not be underestimated. Fortunately, I am more skilled."

A familiar voice sounded, commenting on his body.

‘Squad leader?!’

The person who came was none other than the captain with whom he had a feud.

This person's father was engaged in the paper-making business, so he was nicknamed "Zhaicai Li".
To be continued...