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Jiang Lan awakens his twin martial souls, but appears to be a useless support\

Lin Ye counted the scraping sound of nails coming from behind the green-painted wooden door in the corridor, exactly every seventeen seconds. When he stood in front of the door, the blood seeping out from under the door slowly twisted on the wall, forming a bloody notice: Welcome to join us. There are still 72 hours until the abyss is completely invaded. [Rule 1: Please select patients and form the first ward. [Rule 2: Don't believe any patient's words, especially those you take in personally. There is no redemption here, only healing. Electroconvulsive therapy is the restraint of strange thunder; cognitive behavioral modification is the seal of tampering with the thoughts of evil spirits. Imprisoning the resentful spirits in the catharsis room as emotional sandbags, and letting the mirror ghost squat in the mobile phone screen as a global surveillance system - Lin Ye used a treatment schedule to manage this abyss branch in an orderly manner. Until the seventh day, a paranormal investigator kicked open the door of his office and asked with a trembling voice: "How many S-class weirdos are locked up in this building?!" Lin Ye took off her bloody rubber gloves, smiled slightly, and pointed to the mirror behind her: "Not much. But if you don't put down the gun..." "I've reserved a spot for you on the next treatment bed."

Before his death, my grandfather made me swear that I would take over the most unlucky job in that funeral parlor in the old city - the corpse burner. He left behind three iron rules: 1. Before burning the corpse, one must bow three times and kowtow nine times to express gratitude for the "decentness". 2. When the furnace is perfect, if the corpse "sighs", it is the last obsession and the furnace should not be opened. Third, and the most important one - corpses delivered after midnight must not be burned! I thought it was feudal dross until I broke the third taboo. At midnight, an unclaimed body of an unknown female was delivered. The supervisor urged me to do it, and I violated the rules. The moment the fire was lit, a clear knocking sound came from the incinerator, three times, and three times again, like someone scratching with fingernails. Immediately afterwards, my mobile phone received a screenshot of the real-time monitoring inside the furnace - the female corpse, with her eyes open, was smiling at the camera. The next day, the ashes that were supposed to be put into the urn by me disappeared, leaving only a bloody note: "You are next." In order to survive, I had to go back to my grandfather's old house and dig out the dusty "Secret Records of Chen's Corpse Burning" and found that the first page said: "What we burn is never a corpse."

I received a text message: \