The morgue of Capital City Hospital was tucked in a gloomy corner of the facility, an area scarcely visited by anyone save for a hunchbacked old man named Lu, who stood watch.

Lu rested his legs on the table, sipping liquor and snacking on peanuts, all while enjoying the Beijing opera with evident satisfaction.

Having guarded the morgue at Capital City Hospital for over a decade, the job, undesirable to the average person, suited him well given his courage and toughness. With nothing much to do daily, earning a few thousand dollars a month wasn't bad at all.

Lu was in high spirits today, having drunk a few extra measures of alcohol, and now a haze of tipsiness enveloped him when suddenly, footsteps echoed from the doorway.

"Could it be another body being delivered?" Lu furrowed his brow and looked toward the entrance.

Click!

The door swung open, and a tall, thin figure stepped in.

Seeing the lean figure that entered, the round drunk Lu stood up and said, "You, what are you doing here? You can't just wander in."

However, the man acted as if he hadn't heard Lu's words and continued to walk toward the inside of the morgue.

"Are you deaf?" Lu's face suddenly turned stern as he stood up.

Yet, as he approached the man, Lu's expression abruptly turned uncomfortable.

Because from this man, Lu sensed an aura of death.

Regularly dealing with the dead instills a unique sensation known as the aura of death.

The person before him, with his ghastly pale face and deeply sunken eye sockets, was the spitting image of a zombie.

"Are you human or a ghost?" Lu, who never knew fear, suddenly felt it now.

Suddenly, the lanky figure cracked a cold smile, revealing a pair of big gold teeth: "You tell me if I am human or ghost."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gaunt figure's skeleton-like palm shot out and grabbed Lu's neck.

Lu struggled desperately, but the hand was unyielding like a vice, and before long, Lu was breathless.

The man with the gold teeth let out a cold laugh and walked into the morgue.

Drawing a deep breath, he smirked, "What a beautiful scent, my treasures, time to get up and work for big brother."

...

At that moment, Scorpion was pushing a cart toward Su Wentian's hospital room.

The two duty officers glanced at Scorpion and smiled, "The nurse is here to change the dressing."

Scorpion nodded and entered the room.

Inside, Su Xiaobei lay prone on the bed while Su Wentian appeared to be sleeping with his eyes slightly closed.

A cold smile crept across Scorpion's face at the ease of the task. It seemed that Lin Chen, whom the Soul Master had talked up so highly, was nothing to worry about after all.

Pleased with herself, Scorpion imagined the beckoning of thirty million US dollars.

She pulled out a syringe, ready to inject, when suddenly, Su Wentian's eyes snapped open.

"Scorpion, is it? I've been waiting for you for a long time," the person on the bed said coldly, smiling.

"What!" Scorpion's face turned pale, and the person lying on the bed got up with a grin—it wasn't Su Xiaobei at all, but Long Feixue.

"Scorpion, right? Back in Southeast Asia, you set up four of our Dragon Group members. It's time to settle that account today," Long Feixue said with a cold glint in her eyes, staring intently at Scorpion.

The aura emanating from both individuals revealed they were Nascent Soul experts, yet she was merely at the peak of the Golden Core. Poison Scorpion knew she was no match for the two of them, but she had no intention of surrendering without a fight.

Rather, she raised her hand and released a cloud of white powder into the air.

The two of them were already prepared and, holding their breath, they pounced towards Poison Scorpion like tigers descending a mountain.

Poison Scorpion, indeed skilled, remained calm even when flanked by the two, suddenly thrusting the pushcart towards them and dashing towards the door.

However, just as they reached the door, their expressions changed in unison.

Initially, both had been pretending to sleep, completely off their guard. They hadn't expected Poison Scorpion to be so cautious, sprinkling hallucinogenic drug as soon as she entered the room.

Even though they had protected themselves from the white powder, they had been caught by the effects of the hallucinogenic drug.

During their moment of hesitation, Poison Scorpion had already burst out of the room, and as for the two police officers at the door, they were taken down with a simple wave of her hand.

Once out of the room, Poison Scorpion finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just a dozen more meters to the window, and she could jump out to her safety.

However, just then, a girl suddenly appeared right in front of her.

For some reason, upon seeing the girl, Poison Scorpion's complexion drastically changed.

There was something about the girl that made her feel extremely wary, an unease she didn't even feel when she was surrounded by the two experts Hei Mo and Long Feixue.

"Tap, tap, tap!" The girl slowly walked towards her.

By this time, Hei Mo and Long Feixue had already caught up. Poison Scorpion gritted her teeth and charged at the girl.

Just as she was about two or three meters away from the girl, Poison Scorpion flicked her wrist, and the white powder sprayed out again, instantly enveloping the girl in white dust.

"Hmph, turns out that's all you are." Poison Scorpion let out a cold chuckle as she continued to rush forward.

But suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, her face turning pale as she watched the girl walk out of the poison unscathed.

Her eyes fixated on the seven-colored mist surrounding Tang Bao'er, "You, you have the Five Poisons Body... Impossible, impossible."

Poison Scorpion fell to her knees, not daring to move another step forward.

Having played with poison all her life, she naturally knew what the seven-colored poison meant; one more step, and she would immediately succumb to the poison and die.

Long Feixue and Hei Mo ran over and kicked Poison Scorpion to the ground, binding her tightly with ropes.

Meanwhile, in the morgue, Corpse King was controlling a multitude of zombie-like corpses rushing towards Zhao Xiaohua and Jin Long.

Zhao Xiaohua, looking at the ghastly faces of the zombies, couldn't help but sneer, "So it's a Xiangxi corpse driver's descendant."

Jin Long, with a look of disgust, exclaimed, "Damn, there really are such disgusting things as zombies."

Zhao Xiaohua chuckled and then suddenly kicked Jin Long in the butt, "You're a man, it's up to you to deal with these disgusting things. I'll handle that corpse driver."

"You brat!" Jin Long cursed, instantly surrounded by the horde of corpses.

Zhao Xiaohua's gaze, however, was fixed on the tall, thin figure behind the zombies: "Since you're so fond of corpses, I'll turn you into one. Of course, you have another choice—kneel and beg for mercy."

The Corpse King, looking at Zhao Xiaohua, suddenly changed expression and began wailing, "This is simply bullying! Two against one, it's not an honorable fight!"

"Why is my fate so miserable! Waaaah!" The miserable crying instantly filled the morgue.

"A grown man and you're crying before the fight even starts? Are you even a man?" Jin Long, already impatient from fighting with the zombies, scolded.

But Zhao Xiaohua's expression turned ugly: "How could this bastard know such a technique."

However, when she looked at Jin Long, she couldn't help but bitterly smile, "Looks like the warning came too late; Jin Long has already fallen for it!"