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Chapter 26 026. Anchoring

The phone in Qiao Mu's hand lit up, but he didn't unlock it. What he saw was a message from [Dark Cloud's Flower].

[Flower of Dark Clouds]: Doctor, can you stay here?

[Flower of Dark Clouds]: It’s easy to work here, and there are no annoying colleagues. You can just sit and play with your phone every day. Can you stay here with me?

Qiao Mu immediately struggled to unlock it and typed a text reply.

[Psychiatrist Qiao Mu]: Let me meet you first. Aren’t we friends?

next moment.

The blue-black arms around Qiao Mu slowly let go of him.

Countless arms grew out of the ground, walls, and ceiling, swaying slightly like seaweed.

In front of him, those arms parted a path.

Qiao Mu walked along the road, passed through the corridor, and came to the burning room at the end.

Here, the sound of the incinerator is clearly audible.

He pushed open the door and saw one of the stoves burning fiercely inside.

Qiao Mu turned off the incinerator.

In an instant, a certain extremely cold breath spread from the stove, like a cold hand, brushing across Qiao Mu's neck and cheeks.

Qiao Mu opened the incinerator.

Although the fire had just been turned off, it had completely cooled down inside.

A pale corpse lay inside.

Qiao Mu picked up the phone, unlocked it, and sent a message back to the other party.

[Psychiatrist Qiao Mu]: Sorry, I am a motivated young man and I like my current job.

Ding dong——

A moment after the message was sent, Qiao Mu heard a clear tone.

That beep came from the incinerator.

Qiao Mu squatted down, stretched out his hand, grabbed the corpse's ankles, and dragged it out.

It was a woman in a red dress.

The flames didn't burn her at all, and not even the hem of her clothes was damaged.

She has an ordinary appearance, but she exudes a seductive aura at this moment.

Qiao Mu had seen this face before, it was on the duty list on the wall of the security room.

Qiao Mu observed it and found that her whole body was covered with fine scars. These scars were exactly the same as those on the faceless woman!

[Flower of Dark Clouds]: Doctor, didn’t you say you would help me?

[Flower of Dark Clouds]: Isn’t it nice here?

[Flower of Dark Clouds]: Doctor, you are not allowed to leave, you have to stay and cure me.

[Flower of Dark Clouds]: It’s so hot. It’s so hot here. Doctor, do I have a cold?

Qiao Mu's phone kept sending messages from the other party, but Qiao Mu didn't pay attention.

Now the two of them are good friends, and Wei Fei will only become more and more obsessed with Qiao Mu, wanting him to stay here and become one with her.

But not before that.

Qiao Mu rummaged through the woman's body and found a tattered wallet with an ID card inside.

He turned it over and saw the name on it.

Yan Ling.

He quickly remembered that this was the name of a dead person he had seen in his work log.

If Qiao Mu guessed correctly, this should be Chen Qixing's accomplice, a staff member of the funeral home. She was the spy who led Chen Qixing and others to rob the funeral home.

Even after death, Yan Ling was looking for more victims.

It's just that the flames of the funeral home's incinerator restricted Yan Ling, causing her to lose her normal thinking and ability to confuse. She even went to the doctor in a panic and found Qiao Mu, a psychiatrist.

But who knows, many online fraud techniques may seem stupid to normal people, but they can deceive people. This is also a kind of user screening.

The arms around him tried to pull Qiao Mu gently, but he ignored it.

Facing this corpse, an abnormal carrier, Qiao Mu put his hand on its chest and held it, as if holding a nail.

He wants to anchor what he sees.

The whisper of "The End" rang in Qiao Mu's ears.

Countless words that he could understand but couldn't understand entered Qiao Mu's mind.

The first step in anchoring is to accommodate pollution.

To connect oneself with anomalies, one must know the knowledge of anomalies, and this knowledge is both power and pollution.

Qiao Mu's vision suddenly became dim.

He saw Chen Qixing losing money while playing mahjong and gambling, so he contacted several friends and wanted to "make some money."

He saw someone in this group mentioned that he had recently met a friend who worked in a funeral home and could think of a way to "get a job."

He saw them eating with Yan Ling, making a deal, and preparing to steal.

He saw these people entering the funeral home in the dark, but he didn't know that this place had become a hotbed of abnormalities.

He saw a person being dragged into the abyss, while Yan Ling watched with cold eyes.

He saw that Yan Ling was just an ordinary person not long ago. She came here to look for a job because of a friend's recommendation, but was accidentally trapped by a funeral parlor and became a prisoner here.

Qiao Mu's vision continued to trace upwards, and he gradually understood everything.

"Ghost."

Qiao Mu has heard the story of being a villain many times.

At this moment, the abnormality on Yan Ling's body was the embodiment of this legend.

When a person encounters misfortune, he does not want to struggle hard, but wants to drag others down and suffer the same misfortune as himself. It is the abnormality that is born after such small thoughts are contaminated and exposed.

This is the case.

They are unable to resist the tiger that hurts them, and instead harm other tigers of the same kind.

Qiao Mu heard the cries of countless people who had been bound here. Those resentful, sad, regretful, and ferocious voices penetrated into every groove of his brain.

The next moment, a vague awl seemed to appear in Qiao Mu's empty hand.

The second step of anchoring is to use itself as the anchor point and drag the exception.

Qiao Mu did not hesitate and thrust the awl in his hand down hard, piercing the corpse's chest.

Not belonging to this world, the colorful black mist spurted out like mucus and enveloped Qiao Mu. The thoughts, will, and souls of those ghosts were like golden threads, wrapped around Qiao Mu's hands and feet.

In the invisible abyss, the distance between Qiao Mu and this abnormality narrowed, and golden threads continued to connect them.

Qiao Mu could see that the entire funeral home was shaking, with walls peeling off and the ground crumbling.

From that dark, terrifying, and terrifying appearance, it turned into a decayed, dilapidated, and decadent wreck.

Qiao Mu saw that the place was empty. There was no incinerator or freezer. Everything had been moved away. There was only thick dust and spider webs in the corners.

As the anomaly was anchored, the funeral parlor also disappeared.

Qiao Mu stood up and walked out of the ruins toward the light.

Its daybreak.

He discovered that this was the old building of the funeral parlor, a house that was to be demolished and rebuilt. The real funeral parlor was operating normally, and there seemed to be the sound of chanting sutras coming from inside.

The voices of those chanting sutras and chanting Buddha are like substance, outlining the cold and indifferent words of the system in the dim morning sky.

[Name: Qiao Mu]

【Faith: The End】

[Anchor: Ghost]

[Depth: ■■■■■]

[Chosen One Points: 1000 points]

It seems to have worked.

It's a pity that he can only anchor one anomaly now. I wonder if this ability will continue to strengthen and anchor more as he continues to deepen in the Chosen game.

Qiao Mu looked back. He walked towards the funeral parlor and found that there seemed to be a ritual going on there. In the memorial hall, people in black clothes were coming and going.

There seemed to be an error in the time he perceived. It was already eight o'clock the next morning. Qiao Mu was not sure whether this time was suitable for holding a memorial service. He only felt that many people looked sleepy.

He stood at the door and looked at the people with solemn expressions coming and going. Some of these people also noticed Qiao Mu, but did not say anything. They just regarded him as someone he did not know and came to attend the farewell ceremony.

Qiao Mu picked up the phone and was about to call Zhou Mingke, but found that the screen was still fixed on the messages sent to him by [Dark Cloud Flower].

He thought for a while and finally sent a reply to the other party.

[Psychiatrist Qiao Mu]: This treatment has ended, please give me a positive review in the future, dear.

The moment Qiao Mu put down her phone.

Ding dong——

Among the crowd, there was a message prompting the voice.

Qiao Mu looked over sharply.

He didn't see Yan Ling's figure, only the backs of those who left.

The backs of countless ordinary people.

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