Core Area
The Little Crow transformed into Zhang Ze.
In an instant.
A puddle of Black Water appeared at the soles of the Skin Face. The Black Water was clearly just a small puddle, submerging the soles of his shoes, yet it seemed bottomless and immediately swallowed the Skin Face.
The person next to him rolled their Back-of-the-Head back, their face twitched a few times, and then lost consciousness, as if they had just had a nightmare, before collapsing to the ground and remaining motionless.
The Long Shadow Ghost lost all four limbs, even its head, becoming a stiff, ice cream-like torso, staring at Zhang Ze in disbelief.
"Zhang Ze?"
"You're the one who killed the Devil and Xiong Qing, killed Lychee and Ms. Huang! We will never forgive you!!"
The curse wasn't finished.
Zhang Ze didn't give him a chance, and the Black Water swallowed the Long Shadow Ghost.
["Sadako": Affection level 30, you wrote a story that fed her.]
Zhang Ze fed all three ghosts to Sadako.
Looking back at the still-shaken Gao Ruxue, Zhang Ze finally realized, "Damn it, I forgot about memory intrusion. This is troublesome."
"The Underground Morgue so lively tonight, it's definitely different from the original story. We didn't have time to get any information, what a blunder!"
Gao Ruxue pointed tremblingly to the spot where the three ghosts had just disappeared.
Her brain couldn't process so much information.
The three ghosts and three monsters vanished in an instant.
The Little Crow transformed into Zhang Ze, and Zhang Ze averted the crisis for her?
It feels like a dream.
"Zhang—Zhang Zhang, Boss Zhang, who exactly are you? What's going on? Those monsters, and your methods—are you some kind of superheroes or something?!"
Zhang Ze comforted Gao Ruxue, "I'll explain later. You go first, leave the rest to me."
Gao Ruxue's legs felt weak and she could barely walk.
Zhang Ze drew a cane on the spot and gave it to Gao Ruxue to lean on while walking. Only after Gao Ruxue left the Underground Morgue did Zhang Ze turn his gaze back to the depths of the passage.
The war has begun.
This is a war of life and death.
This war also determined the future of the Western Outskirts.
"First and foremost, it's you."
"I don't have any Yan Danian comic books for you to stay in. You'll have to make do with my Haunted House for the night!"
Zhang Ze then took the Statue Ghost away.
His advantage over Chen Ge lies in this ability: he can influence reality at any time through the supernatural spaces he draws. Although he cannot directly connect to the Door-After World, he can temporarily place them in the Haunted House as a transit point.
Looking further back towards Formalin Pool.
It's like a public bathhouse in Northeast China, covered with slightly yellowish white tiles.
Two of the passageways are the most prominent.
One was painted white, and the other was painted red.
One of the paths leads to other buildings on the ground, seemingly to an autopsy room or something else. A few crooked Chinese characters can be vaguely seen written on it, "This is not a path for the living."
Please leave.
Zhang Ze dove inside.
As Formalin soaked into his entire body, Zhang Ze gradually felt the surrounding space becoming narrower, like a cave getting smaller and smaller.
Meanwhile, similar warnings are appearing more and more frequently on the walls.
"You've gone the wrong way; this is the path of corpses."
"I'm warning you, don't go any further."
Looking at these words, Zhang Ze's lips curled into a smile.
Damn it, you talk like I'm a living person!
I'm already dead!
As Zhang Ze continued deeper into the passage, he could vaguely see people moving at the end, but when he focused his attention to look closely, he found that there was no one there.
At the end, there was only darkness, depth, and emptiness; nothing could be seen.
I don't know how much time passed.
Several small morgues gradually came into view before Zhang Ze. This was where frozen corpses were stored, which was also the place where the "immortals" mentioned in the mission lived.
It's quite sad, really.
These so-called immortals were actually Wei Jiuqing and several other old teachers. After their deaths, their souls were trapped inside the cadavers, becoming neither human nor ghost.
After the Ghost Story Association seized control of the Underground Morgue, they disposed of the murdered people. The resentment and hatred gradually affected their minds, making them extremely radical and turning them into accomplices of the Ghost Story Association.
At the very least, they were accomplices of Doctor Gao.
If I remember correctly.
"The core area is located in— Morgue No. 8!"
Zhang Ze counted the numbers and walked straight to the Morgue No. 8.
At the bottom of Morgue No. 8, there was also a Formalin Pool, in which many severed limbs were submerged. Zhang Ze's Ghost Eye darted around restlessly for a while, his pupils bloodshot, as he saw the truth in the pool.
ghost.
Countless ghosts.
However, none of them are complete. These ghosts are more like lingering Lingering Remnant nurtured by some kind of negative emotion, unable to even leave this pool and forever immersed in it.
This is also Doctor Gao's masterpiece.
In the original novel, Chen Ge found a red passage leading to the core area in Morgue No. 8. The key question is, where is this passage located?
The Underground Morgue that Zhang Ze faced was not entirely the same as the Chen Ge faced.
Many coincidences did not occur.
Zhang Ze even took the initiative, essentially launching a full-scale attack on the Ghost Story Association's stronghold, which naturally made it several levels more difficult.
After thinking it over, Zhang Ze ultimately chose the old method.
One force can overcome all laws!
"When the amount of Black Water exceeds that of Formalin, when my supernatural powers invade your supernatural powers, no secret will be able to hide."
Zhang Ze drew Lingling's Ghost Painting.
Black Water began to spread rampantly in Morgue No. 8.
Black Water seeped into every wall and every crevice. Zhang Ze's senses followed the Black Water, penetrating deep into the building, avoiding the wailing ghosts, and searching for possible hidden passages.
"Um?"
Behind a cabinet.
Zhang Ze actually found a secret passage.
However, the passageway was perfectly hidden, and the cabinet was very heavy; an ordinary person couldn't possibly move it.
Zhang Ze completely ignored the cabinet.
It turned into Black Water and seeped into the secret passage through the cracks.
Upon entering the secret passage, Zhang Ze's most noticeable sensation was the layer of something he couldn't quite describe clinging to the walls. It resembled the bloodstains of the Door-After World, yet it wasn't entirely the same, and its main component consisted of various kinds of corpses.
Black Water slid across the surface.
Zhang Ze touched many people's faces and many people's hands.
Perhaps it was out of caution, or perhaps out of respect.
Zhang Ze slowed the spread of the Black Water, keeping things quiet so as not to disturb the people.
"These are monsters unique to the Underground Morgue."
"In the original novel, neither Doctor Gao nor Chen Ge were able to completely control them."
"This is an incredible fortune."
Zhang Ze was confident in developing this virgin land, and naturally took great care of these sleeping monsters, slowly making his way deeper into the secret passage.
The walls along the way were covered with limbs, human organs, and reddish-brown substances resembling "moss," but Zhang Ze ignored them, acting as if he had been there countless times, even though it was his first time entering.
They entered the core area of Underground Morgue at an extremely high speed.
During this process, because Zhang Ze was in the form of Black Water the whole time, he also sensed two other secret passages flowing into the same destination from two completely different directions.
If I absolutely must describe it...
Just like sewers, all sorts of sewers eventually lead to the same wastewater treatment pond.
However, the Underground Morgue's wastewater treatment pool is where Doctor Gao is located, and it is also the core of the Ghost Story Association.