Behind the Scenes: I Created the God Sequence

The sun is shining brightly.

Li Xiang slowly walked out of the subway station holding an umbrella.

The umbrella is not for sun protection, but the "all-dimensional eye" in the test tube will lose activity once it comes into contact with sunlight.

As for the old man in the monitoring room, he was stunned by the strange picture on the monitor. He probably thought he had a nightmare when he woke up.

Li Xiang arrived at Gospel Hospital before 2 p.m.

Gospel Hospital is the most famous high-end private hospital in Huangshan High-tech Zone. It not only has the most advanced medical equipment and the most authoritative medical and surgical experts in Huangshan City, but also has a very elegant internal environment.

The entire hospital is built against the mountain. The high-walled compound is tightly guarded, with antique-looking white walls and tiled roofs, pavilions, small bridges and flowing water. If there were not an ebony plaque with "Gospel Hospital" written on it at the entrance of the hospital, many people would think this is a hospital. A tourist attraction with beautiful scenery.

Unlike other hospitals, Gospel Hospital implements a membership system. Only those who pay high membership fees and establish health records in the hospital can enter the hospital for treatment.

Li Xiang, wearing a black trench coat, came to the staff passage at the side entrance of Gospel Hospital.

The four tall, heavily armed security personnel immediately cast an appraising and wary look at Li Xiang. It was not until he took out his employee card from his pocket and successfully passed the access control that the four of them returned to normal.

[Look, look at the hammer! I'll kill you if I watch again! 】

[Have you never seen such a handsome employee? 】

【What are you looking at...】

Li Xiang pinned the employee card to the edge of his windbreaker pocket. The card said, "Li Xiang, junior staff member of the mortuary department."

Li wanted to cross a white marble bridge along the tree-lined path.

Looking up, patients wearing customized blue and white striped recovery suits were walking leisurely among the pavilions in groups of twos and threes. Behind them, each was followed by a pleasant dedicated nurse, who served tea and water and took good care of them.

[Hey, why do those patients’ hospital gowns look so familiar to me? 】

[Does it look familiar? It is not exactly the same as the pajamas we are wearing, it is simply the same! 】

[Mom, I found the origin of this free pajamas...]

Instead of admiring the spectacular sight of thousands of koi swimming in the lake, Li Xiang went straight to the magnificent inpatient building, opened the door with the access card, and followed the stairs to the second floor.

The quiet and deep corridor was slightly dim, with occasional dull echoes of metal collisions, and the humid air was filled with the smell of formalin.

Step, step, step

Li Xiang's footsteps echoed monotonously in the long corridor.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but after coming out of the subway station, Li Xiang always felt cold on his back, his shoulders were heavy, and his neck seemed to be tied with a transparent rope.

He slowly pushed open the iron door of the morgue, and a stronger smell of formalin mixed with the faint smell of corpses hit his face. The cold and humid air made goosebumps appear all over his body.

In the spacious room, rows of steel morgue cabinets are neatly stacked against the wall, with corpse information cards taped to the cabinet doors.

There is a morgue bed and a workbench in the center of the room. On the workbench are various eyebrow knives, eyebrow pencils, cinnabar, powder, palettes, etc.

At this moment, a young man wearing a white coat and a mask, with only a pair of indifferent eyes exposed, was immersed in work, concentrating on putting makeup on a female corpse on the morgue.

The originally pale, stiff, and ferocious face of the female corpse gradually became soft, rosy, and lifelike in the hands of the embalmer. It was even more vivid and beautiful than when she was alive, as if she was just asleep.

The two staff waiting to move the body were surprised when they saw this.

"Lu Liang, you're awesome, you painted a corpse more beautiful than a female star!"

"That's right, it makes me, a straight man who has been single for thirty years, very excited!"

"What a straight man, you are obviously a victim of the overflow incident."

"No, no, I can't watch it anymore. If I watch it again, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but contract some bad quirk..."

Lu Liang, who was applying make-up to the female corpse, turned a deaf ear. The brush in his hand accurately traced the female corpse's lips, as if adding color to the pale painting, and the brush strokes were like a god, making them vivid.

The two staff members have long been accustomed to Lu Liang's reticence and indifferent temperament. In fact, they have worked with this skilled embalmer for more than three years, but every time they talked to themselves, they never saw Lu Liang. Liang had responded, and the most he could do was nod.

Lu Liang Lu Liang, as the name suggests, has a cool nature.

The morgue door was pushed open and Li Xiang walked in.

The two employees' eyes lit up when they saw this, and they yawned and urged: "Li Xiang, you are here to change the shift. This family will come to pick up the body later, leave it to you!"

"Let's go, let's go. I don't want to stay in this morgue for a second longer. The corpse odor stuck to my body is like leeches and I can't remove it with a brush."

Li Xiang put on his white coat skillfully, grinned and said: "No problem, you two seniors have worked hard, go back and rest early."

[You two fools, please go back and rest in peace as soon as possible. 】

[Just rest here to avoid being dragged back again...]

The two veteran workers were obviously very satisfied with this new worker. After all, he came to change shifts an hour or two earlier than the prescribed time every day, and he spoke nicely.

The two took turns patting Li Xiang's shoulders and hurriedly walked out of the cold morgue.

This is the customary shift rule for employees who carry corpses: live people pat their shoulders, and dirt is not pressed against them.

Lu Liang did not express any reaction to Li Xiang's arrival. When the footsteps in the corridor could no longer be heard, he squeezed out a vague syllable from his teeth: "I am here."

If the two old employees were here, they would definitely be surprised.

Lu Liang, who suffers from autism and social phobia, actually took the initiative to greet Li Xiang, who had just started working for five days!

Li Xiang was not surprised at all. He squatted down and carefully observed Lu Liang putting makeup on the female corpse.

"It seems that the previous cups of coffee have taken effect. Your Yin makeup skills have improved by leaps and bounds."

The eyebrow pencil in Lu Liang's hand deftly outlined the eyebrows of the female corpse, completing the finishing touch, as if she was about to wake up in the next moment.

Lu Liang looked up at Li Xiang, with a pair of dark gray eyes suppressing obscure joy, and nodded solemnly.

He really wanted to know what ingredients Li Xiang added to the coffee he drank.

In the past five days, his makeup skills have improved by leaps and bounds, almost reaching the peak that a master-level undertaker can achieve.

No matter how miserable the corpse is, you only need to take a look to determine the most suitable makeup, and you only need to apply the makeup once to present the perfect makeup. The corpse after makeup is more vivid than before life.

Lu Liang felt that he was not putting on makeup, but giving these lovely corpses a second life.

Cute, of course it is cute.

The corpse lies there quietly, not chattering like a human, and not swearing, calculating, insulting, violent... Is there anything cuter than a corpse in this world?

By the way, when did I start to like these quiet little things and decide to become a mortician?

Was it when I was a child, I was bullied by my classmates and beat the Shiba Inu I had raised for three years to death with a stick?

Or was it when my poor and incompetent father punched and kicked me after drinking, and cursed and pushed my mother down the stairs by accident?

Or when I was fifteen years old, I burned my drunken father to death in the rental house with my own hands...

Sometimes, death is not necessarily a bad thing, and the noisy world will become much quieter in an instant.

Li Xiang stood up and walked to the tool table with his back to Lu Liang.

He took out a bag of coffee powder and a drop of "Omnidimensional Eye" tears from his pocket, poured them into the beaker and stirred them evenly.

At the same time, a faint mist emanated from the back of Li Xiang's collar, and silently condensed into a strange mist face in the air, opening a big mouth full of fangs and biting down on his neck fiercely!

Li Xiang suddenly grabbed the strange mist face with his backhand, grabbed the throat of the strange mist face, threw it into the beaker, crushed and stirred it.

The strange eye remnant spirit parasitizing the Omnidimensional Eye is it that constantly eats away at Li Xiang's will, making Li Xiang cold all over and his neck tied.

If it parasitizes, Li Xiang will degenerate into the next strange eye.

[Boy, I've been waiting for you for a long time. ]

[A trace of remnant spirit dares to hit me! ]

[Hehe, using your own spiritual energy to feed the remnant spirit and then use it as medicine, No. 001 you are so bad! I like it so much! 】

【In this way, the 003th undertaker sequence can also be activated. 】

"Lu Liang."

"If one day you can make the corpse wake up and dance, promise me that you will never scream like the aunt in the vegetable market."