# Live Thriller # Corpse Mutation # Taboo
The barrages in the live broadcast room were rolling like snowflakes, and the words "Don't be a coward, host!" "Hurry up and lift the white cloth!" Kept flooding the screen. Chen Jiuling's hand holding the phone trembled slightly. In the camera lens, the pale lights of the morgue cast strange shadows on his face, reflecting the fine beads of sweat on his forehead. All around, rows of metal morgues were glowing with cold light, and the air was filled with a strong smell of formalin, which made his nasal passages ache.
"Family members, the place we are live broadcasting today is not ordinary." Chen Jiuling tried his best to sound calm, "The morgue guarded by the Old Nine Gates in Xiangxi for generations. It is said that every corpse hides unknown secrets." As soon as he finished speaking, the popularity of the live broadcast room soared instantly, and gift effects continued one after another.
When he pointed the camera at the mortuary drawer No. 19, His fingers suddenly twitched uncontrollably. This is the place that his grandfather repeatedly told him not to get close to before he died. But at this moment, driven by the audience's encouragement and curiosity, he slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed the cold handle. "Three, two, one!" As the countdown ended, he suddenly opened the morgue...
