If There Is an Afterlife, I Promise You a Prosperous Life

"Ahhh! Ghost!" Lian Yi shouted while standing outside the morgue. "Shut up!" Yu Han, who was wearing a white coat, walked out of the morgue with a cold face, the scalpel in his hand shining with a trace of bright red blood flowing through it. "What are you doing?" Lian Yi asked. "Of course, I'm enjoying the dissection while the blood hasn't coagulated yet, but now that there are living things, it's just right..." Lian Yi's legs became weak and he rushed to the elevator with all his strength.