The atmosphere in the funeral home reception hall was lively.

"It's a pity I can't drink during work hours. President Chen, I'll toast you with tea instead of wine!" said the company commander responsible for the funeral home as he stood up at the dining table.

When they heard the report below that a Martial Artist was coming, the entire senior staff of the funeral home was alarmed. Not only did the company commander accompany him, but even the instructor and deputy company commander also came over.

Even if these people, including the instructor, are military Martial Artists, they are more aware of the formidable strength of a Martial Artist compared to ordinary people. In ancient times, they were real foes of thousands; even now, they are people the government pays significant attention to and fears.

A company-level unit like theirs, if not prepared, might not withstand a sneak attack from someone like that.

"Company Commander Zhou, you're too kind!" Chen Shouyi replied, putting down his chopsticks and clinking his teacup.

Seizing the rare opportunity, several people immediately asked about Martial Art cultivation and some combat experience and skills. Chen Shouyi did not hold back and answered them all thoroughly.

Although he had only truly begun practicing Martial Arts for about a year, less than anyone present, in terms of meticulous control of power and rich combat experience, no ordinary Martial Artist could compare.

After all, no Martial Artist could, like Chen Shouyi, repeatedly experience life-and-death battles in the Virtual Memory World.

These are invaluable resources, insights that others would have to risk their lives to obtain.

Now, whether in strength, experience, or skills, Chen Shouyi is a bona fide Martial Artist.

The meal lasted for over two hours.

Chen Shouyi glanced at the eerie window and said, "The atmosphere here still feels a bit off; nothing has happened, right?"

The few people exchanged glances, and finally, the company commander spoke with a smile, "After all, this is a funeral home, where the dead gather, you know, it's inevitable given the current environment. Fortunately, the problems are not significant and still under control."

Chen Shouyi vaguely felt that the other party seemed to be hiding something, but he didn't care. This was Earth, not another world; no matter how rampant the spirits were, how much trouble could they cause?

After a few more casual conversations, Chen Shouyi mentioned he wanted to see his younger sister.

Company Commander Zhou immediately volunteered to accompany him, but Chen Shouyi politely declined.

...

As soon as Chen Shouyi left.

The reception hall quickly turned cold and gloomy, even the light seemed to dim a bit.

"So powerful! If a Martial Artist were stationed here, they might really suppress those increasingly powerful spirits," the deputy company commander remarked, sensing the obvious change in the environment.

"What kind of person is a Martial Artist to come to a place like this? It's just because his sister is here for some practical class, otherwise he wouldn't bother to check it out," Company Commander Zhou said with a wry smile, shaking his head.

Since Colonel Xiao's death, there were only two Martial Artists left in Jiangnan Province, how could they be placed in a funeral home?

"Let's hope nothing happens tonight. If something happens to his sister, that would be disastrous," the instructor said with some concern. "We can't bear the wrath of a Martial Artist. Even if he doesn't cause trouble for us, those above us will vent their frustrations on us to appease him."

Working in a funeral home, though a bit unlucky and the environment eerie, is still far better compared to being on the front lines.

"Hopefully, nothing will happen. We just had a burn two days ago, so it should be stable for a while," Company Commander Zhou said.

At this moment, a soldier hurried over, looking anxious:

"Report!"

"What's the matter?" Company Commander Zhou asked, subconsciously checking the time—it was only eight o'clock—and thus, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Generally, incidents in the funeral home are most likely to occur after midnight; before then, it is usually quite safe.

"There's a parasitic outbreak, and the bodies have filled the morgue!"

Their faces changed drastically upon hearing this, and they stood up with a "bang," the chairs flying.

...

Chen Shouyi walked down the brightly lit corridor.

His gaze fell on the distant darkness, where tendrils of mist clung to the ground like living creatures, swaying slightly. In this eerie fog, countless weak spirits were fighting and devouring each other.

So many!

With just a glance, Chen Shouyi saw no fewer than a dozen.

During the day, nothing seemed unusual here, but once night fell, these spirits emerged from the ground, walls, or other dark corners.

Children, elderly, young adults, women...

For a moment, Chen Shouyi felt as if he had entered Hell.

Fortunately, in the other world, he had seen such scenes many times before. Faced with these terrifying sights, enough to scare an ordinary person to death, his expression remained calm and unwavering.

These spirits were almost mindless, most with indistinct features, quite weak, appearing muddled and mainly operating on instinct. Some were so weak that a single gust of wind seemed to dissolve them, quickly becoming prey to other spirits and being utterly devoured in a frenzy of biting.

Ironically, these spirits were once the same kind in life, but now in death, they devour each other and become each other's food.

In the corridor, an elderly woman with a pale face wandered aimlessly, her blank expression faintly revealing a sinister smile.

The next moment, she shrieked as if her bottom were on fire, screaming madly as she fled.

Unfortunately, she moved too slowly.

As she fled, her speed slowed further, her figure gradually fading as her soul began to evaporate. Accompanied by a chilling scream, she dissolved into a cluster of glimmers imperceptible to most human eyes, and disappeared completely.

"On Earth, my Divine Creatures' abilities are truly too weak!" Chen Shouyi estimated the time and shook his head.

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