Liu Ping's Origins

"Where did that guy named Liu Ping go?"

The morgue hadn't been affected by any supernatural interference, so the Painted Skin still maintained its dignity. It looked very clean.

Although he hadn't opened the refrigerator door, Jiang Qiao could see at a glance that it was empty. There were none of the corpses he had imagined.

There was no sign that anyone had been here, and the Liu Ping from the Prayer Association had vanished without a trace.

"Did he leave?"

"That shouldn't be."

Although Jiang Qiao hadn't come to the morgue immediately after discovering him, he had gone to investigate some of the other wards first.

But he had been keeping an eye on what was happening here the entire time.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have noticed the various supernatural changes in the corridor right away.

Could this Liu Ping also have been a supernatural phenomenon?

After thinking it over,

he turned and asked Yu Wenwen, "Can your ability recreate what happened here?"

Something must have happened in this morgue.

Otherwise, Liu Ping couldn't have entered.

"I can try, but the traces here are very clean. We might not find much." Yu Wenwen didn't refuse.

"It's fine." Jiang Qiao smiled.

As soon as he finished speaking,

Yu Wenwen's face began to pale. The lively vitality belonging to a human gradually faded from her body, replaced by a deathly air. She slowly began to resemble a terrifying specter.

A cold, eerie aura surged through the morgue.

Soon,

the scene around them began to change.

The lights in the morgue were bright, and the floor tiles had been scrubbed spotless.

Labels had appeared on the rows of body refrigerators. Each one bore a number and the deceased's name.

"Which refrigerator is your grandson's body in?" a staff member in a white