Luckily, the "main force" had already left the morgue. Otherwise, seeing a corpse come back to life... might have given them a stroke at best, or driven them insane at worst.
They probably wouldn't have been able to shoot the movie anymore. Every last one of them would have needed counseling at the psychiatric hospital.
Lu Yanting, meanwhile, stood off to the side with excessive composure, his arms folded across his chest, as though what he was seeing was nothing out of the ordinary.
In the entire morgue, only the corpse looked particularly wronged. When Jian Ran made to swing his fist again, it hastily covered its head.
"..."
It couldn't speak, or it would definitely have been cursing up a storm.
Hey.
Do you have any respect for a ghost like me?!
Everyone before you was scared to death, after all!
Jian Ran still had a little humanitarian spirit. He dropped his fighting stance, pulled a sheet of Talisman Paper from his trouser pocket, and waved it in front of the corpse.
The latter was clearly terrified and shrank back.
Jian Ran was very pleased at the sight. His lips curled upward. "If you don't want to die for good, go back and tell those buddies of yours,"
"If you dare cause trouble again, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
The corpse nodded vigorously, hurriedly lay back on the morgue trolley, and covered its head with the white sheet, not forgetting to tuck both hands underneath.
The morgue instantly returned to deathly silence, and the spooky background music vanished without a trace.
Jian Ran stood where he was, his brows slightly furrowed as though pondering something.
Lu Yanting walked over from beside him. "Let's talk when we're back."
He lifted his chin and looked toward a certain spot.