Chapter 43: Who Slipped Away Again?

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"Wu Bin's constitution is so formidable, how could he possibly die so easily!"
Li Guotai could not accept such an outcome.
After all, Wu Bin had gone through so many life-and-death trials, and he had pulled through every single time. There was no way he would just kick the bucket this time!
Having been old friends with Li Guotai for so many years, Lu Changshi was seeing him lose his composure like this for the very first time.
Lu Changshi said in a deep voice, "Old Li, I can understand how you feel, but the facts are right before our eyes. He is indeed gone."
"You also know the treatment for comminuted fractures: either surgery to fuse and replace them, or simply wait for them to heal on their own."
"But Wu Bin's case is not your ordinary comminuted fracture. He has a total-body comminuted fracture. Can you understand what that means?"
"Even his skull is shattered. All the organs in his body have lost their support and protection. The weight of his muscles and fat alone is enough to cause him to die on the spot!"
As fellow doctors, how could Li Guotai not understand these principles Lu Changshi was explaining.
Other people's total-body comminuted fractures were only a percentage, say 60% or 70% of the body.
As for Wu Bin, he was 100% shattered.
He was just kicked once, was that really necessary?
Although force is conductive, it shouldn't be conducted like this!
That was utterly fucking absurd!
The viewers in the livestream also fell silent.
After experiencing heart attacks, poisoning, blindness, and cerebral infarctions, they had subconsciously assumed that Wu Bin was invincible.
Yet facts proved that as long as someone was human, they could be killed.
Even though a bulletproof vest stops bullets, you can't just keep shooting it forever, can you?
The viewers expressed various sentiments.
"I've imagined many ways for him to exit, but I never expected Brother Wu to fall from a single kick."
"This must be the most glorious moment in the history of Taekwondo."
"We're completely screwed. Seeing Brother Wu covered with a white sheet makes my heart ache so much."
"As a hardcore fan of Brother Wu, I will definitely attend his funeral to see him off."
"Shouldn't we try to resuscitate him one more time? I still feel like Brother Wu won't die so easily."
"Easily? Upstairs, do you even hear yourself? Do you have any idea how terrifying it is to have zero bones left in your entire body?"
"King of Hell: Relief at last. Finally managed to pin this kid down."
The livestream continued.
Everyone gradually shifted from disbelief to accepting reality.
Since Wu Bin was an orphan, the hospital required someone to help obtain his death certificate and then go to the police station to cancel his household registration.
As for classmate Geng Hao, he would face the judgment of the law, spending the rest of his life in prison carrying the curse of Wu Bin's ghost.
...
Morgue.
Staff member Zhang Pei took the gurney and pushed Wu Bin toward the freezer unit.
Wu Bin could not be cremated just yet.
After all, Geng Hao's case had not yet gone to trial, and the forensic examiner still needed to conduct an appraisal after some time.
Moreover, the process of canceling household registration would take quite a long time, so the hospital decided to store Wu Bin's body in the freezer for the time being.
"Old Zhang, this body is very important to our hospital. You must keep a close eye on it."
Hearing Lu Changshi say this, Zhang Pei agreed with a smile.
In his heart, however, he thought nothing of it.
What was there to keep an eye on with a corpse? Could it get up and run away by itself?
Everyone left the morgue with lingering reluctance; only He Bingbing insisted on staying behind, wanting to keep Wu Bin company for a little longer.
Through such a long period of interaction, He Bingbing and Wu Bin had forged a deep friendship.
He Bingbing was inherently a kind-hearted girl. After seeing Wu Bin face repeated severe illnesses with a smile through all his suffering, she developed a sense of deep admiration and awe toward him.
"Bingbing, shouldn't we leave now? After all, this is a morgue, and it's not suitable for livestreaming."
The cameraman could understand He Bingbing's feelings.
However, the Yin energy here was far too heavy, and livestreaming here was also a sign of disrespect to the other deceased souls.
It was Zhang Pei's first time seeing a woman as beautiful as He Bingbing.
Being over fifty years old, he couldn't help but take the initiative to strike up a conversation.
"That's right, places like this have extremely heavy Yin energy. Ordinary people simply can't stay here. You folks should hurry up and leave. If you stay any longer, who knows what kind of unearthly things might happen."
Hearing Zhang Pei say this, the cameraman couldn't help asking, "Uncle, could it be that something unearthly happened in this morgue before?"
Zhang Pei immediately chuckled, struck by the urge to brag.
"It happened, how could it not have happened?"
"Just last year, a woman died of dystocia and was sent to this morgue. It was such a miserable sight—two lives lost in one birth."
"It just so happened that it was my shift that night, and I was sleeping right here, when suddenly I heard the sound of an infant crying."
The cameraman and He Bingbing were so frightened that goosebumps broke out all over their skin.
He Bingbing still had tears lingering at the corners of her eyes, and she asked with a slightly adorable naivety, "Then uncle, aren't you scared?"
Zhang Pei chuckled lightly and pulled a palm-sized peach-wood sword from his waist.
"See this? A peach-wood sword!"
"I spent two years learning Taoism from a master on Mount Mao in the past. Forget about just crying sounds; even if that woman came back to life and crawled out, I'd be able to shove her right back in."
He Bingbing and the cameraman both looked at Zhang Pei with eyes full of admiration.
The viewers in the livestream also praised him in unison.
"No wonder they say masters are hidden among the common folk. Who would have thought that a morgue watchman would possess such skills."
"Is this re-entering the workforce after coming down the mountain? The disciples of Mount Mao approve."
"Looking at uncle's smug expression, he's probably shoved quite a few corpses back in before."
"I honestly hope ghosts really exist in this world, so that maybe my Brother Wu can come back to life too."
Just as this bullet comment drifted past, a muffled thud suddenly came from inside the freezer unit.
Thud!
Zhang Pei, who had been feeling so smug, gave a start, and the smile on his face froze.
He Bingbing and the cameraman shrieked in absolute terror.
"What's that! What's going on!"
"Un... Uncle! Inside the cabinet! There's movement inside the cabinet!"
Sitting on his stool, Zhang Pei was so terrified that his legs went weak, and he could no longer stand up.
Yet in front of such a great beauty as He Bingbing, he still had to put up a front of composure.
"Don't be afraid! With me here, even if he came back to life, I could kill him all over again!"
The moment Zhang Pei finished speaking—
Two more loud thuds rang out!
These two thuds were much louder than the previous one.
They gave the distinct impression that a wild boar was ramming around inside.
All three of them wanted to run away.
But fear had already stripped them of their control over their bodies.
Their legs had lost all sensation, and they were barely able to stand steady!
Thud!
A fist imprint appeared on the cabinet door!
Thud!
A palm imprint appeared on the cabinet door!
Thud!
A middle finger appeared on the cabinet door!
All three of them let out piercing, shrill screams!
What the hell!
The Ghost King has resurrected, is that it?!
The adrenaline of the viewers in the livestream surged; they were terrified, yet they desperately wanted to watch.
So they covered their eyes with their hands and peeked through the gaps between their fingers.
Some of the bolder ones even chatted via bullet comments.
"Holy crap, someone actually came back to life!"
"I don't dare watch anymore, brothers, my own cabinet is moving!"
"Uncle, aren't you a successor of Mount Mao? Go get him! Stab him with your peach-wood sword!"
"King of Hell: Who the fuck slipped away again?"
*(End of this chapter)*