The morgue was eerie, filled with a strange, bone-chilling cold.
Just after Xu Ye left, corpse after corpse pushed open the refrigerated drawers and sat bolt upright, their backs as straight as wooden rods.
There was no emotion on their faces, no breathing, no blinking. Their hollow gazes spread silently through the room.
Abruptly, they lay back down and shut the drawers.
A few seconds later, Xu Ye returned to the morgue.
He surveyed the room gravely, feeling a chill down his back. "Bandit Lord, didn't you say something was strange here? But nothing seems to have happened."
"Was my sense of it wrong?" Bandit Lord muttered.
Xu Ye checked around briefly, then put on the Red Veil again and floated away through the wall.
The night was silent and still.
One minute after Xu Ye left, the refrigerated drawers clattered open again. One corpse after another sat up like springs, their faces expressionless.
But this time, they had even less time. A few seconds later, they had to lie back down again.
"Is something really wrong here?" Xu Ye asked in confusion, circling the room after returning once more.
Bandit Lord murmured, "Something feels off, but I just can't tell what."
"Bandit Lord, aren't you being a little too suspicious?" Xu Ye opened a refrigerated drawer. Inside lay a woman's corpse, and he poked her cheek with his finger.
Then he condensed spiritual qi into a needle at his fingertip and inserted it into her arm, eyeball, and mouth.
There was no reaction.
Xu Ye shook his head.
"Maybe I sensed it wrong. This place is too cold. I don't really like cold places," Bandit Lord said sheepishly.
Xu Ye suddenly remembered the heart's simulation. It had discovered nothing today.
Could this be it?
*Something had gone wrong with