The cultivation of ghosts in a general sense is actually full of ways and methods. Using human blood, life spirits, tormenting human lives, and even pouring into graveyards are all means and methods.
The Ghost Shrine is an inclusive organization dedicated to the cultivation of ghosts, encompassing a diverse range of individuals.
Apart from the Ghost Shrine, there are also many ordinary people who cultivate ghosts.
The wealthy and powerful keep ghosts to preserve their status, celebrities cultivate ghosts to gain more resources, and even some political figures use them to maintain their position.
Just then, Lao San said that the way to cultivate ghosts is too shocking to be believed.
An entire hospital, standing in a county for decades, housed countless patients.
A place that saves lives and heals injuries has become a grand haunted house for cultivating ghosts!
I didn't say anything because I truly didn't know what to say.
I also thought of something strange, still about Wei Youming's murder.
Yes, an ordinary director, even with a different brain from the ordinary people, uses the way of murder to save people.
He killed so many people; was there no chance of it being discovered?
Years ago, he was exposed, but in fact, he still became a prisoner in the Twenty-Eighth Jail.
Is it possible that he was able to "practice medicine and treat diseases" smoothly because the geomancy of this place was for cultivating him, the ghost!
"It's not surprising; of course, I have to admit that he has means." Lao San shook his bamboo folding fan, his eyes deep in thought.
"What... what should we do, leave as soon as we find Sun Zhuo?" I asked hoarsely.
Fatal man-made houses and prisons.
Human-nurtured prisoners in the Twenty-Eighth Jail!
Heavens knows what that person wants to do! Heavens knows if Lao San can handle him and if he dares to provoke him.
Heaven knows, what kind of identity does that person have...
This is indeed what Lao Gong said, that among the thirty-six stratagems, leaving is the best option...
"Leave?" Lao San's eyes narrowed, he said slowly, "There is no such thing. I want to see what kind of character he is. Even though I am Lao San, I still have mercy in my heart. I would not harm ordinary people. He is so heartless. He must be different from ordinary people. I want to see him with my own eyes."
I: "..."
"Xianshen Little Brother, how about you handle a matter for me?" Lao San's expression changed, and he narrowed his eyes into a smile.
"What kind of matter?" My eyelids jumped involuntarily.
"I plan to find the core of this place, the location of the cave eye, and see if that man is here. If he is, I am in the open, and he is in the shadows. If he uses any tricks, I'm afraid he can kill me."
"It's not worth being killed for a business deal."
"Yes, find out about Wei Youming and then find out about Sun Zhuo."
Lao San's eyeballs moved and he said with a profound meaning, "This is fate, and also a predestined fate! Predestined by fate, you must personally deal with Sun Zhuo! This is a battle of destiny!"
The more he spoke, the brighter Lao San's eyes became.
"..."
"I think this is not right," I said unnaturally, my eyelids twitching and spasming. "Can this really be a joke?"
Lao San coughed and said, "I, Lao San, was born not to love jokes. Being honest is the essence. Let's say that if you were to tell me that you only want to sell Sun Zhuo's body to me, but not his soul, and I refused you, what would you do?"
"..."
I had nothing to say and could not respond.
"Xianshen Little Brother, um?"
Lao San slightly tilted his head and looked at me, he narrowed his eyes into a smile, but put the bamboo folding fan in my waist.
"There is a spell on the fan. If you cannot really deal with Wei Youming, just wave it at him. However, you can only wave it three times."
"Xianshen Little Brother, don't look so serious. You're not naturally someone who doesn't like to laugh."
"Think about it, a battle of destiny, and an opportunity to deal with the Twenty-Eighth Jail prisoners. How rare is that!"
Lao San finished speaking and walked towards the right direction. Although he walked slowly, his figure formed a shadow-like image, and in just a few seconds, he disappeared from my sight.
The cold wind blew, a wave of icy chill swept by.
I closed my eyes slightly and exhaled deeply, forcing my mind to remain calm.
After calming down, I realized that Lao San was right.
Yes, we are indeed pursuing people and ghosts, but being watched from behind is like being shot with hidden arrows!
Bright arrows are easy to avoid, but dark arrows are hard to defend against! If Lao San is killed by a trap, I'm sure I won't be able to get out alive!
I'll handle it; Lao San will find people!
That's the right approach!
After settling down my thoughts, my eyes also became sharp.
As I walked in and approached the hallway, I recalled information about the Mental Health Center.
The third floor of the dormitory building is where Wei Youming's room is, and it contains all his belongings.
This building is the inpatient department, and the sixth floor is strange. There are characters carved in characters on the wall at the hinges of the door, which Wei Youming is usually too scared to enter.
The last time I found myself summoned as a piece of soul was there, and it was also there that I temporarily hid from Wei Youming's soul-seeking.
Besides these two places, I couldn't think of anything special for a while.
At the end of the first floor, there were iron doors on both sides, and there was a staircase leading upstairs directly in front.
The dimly lit hallway behind the iron bars gave off a profound sense of dread.
My pupils contracted, and I made a certain judgment.
The sixth floor definitely has no Sun Zhuo and Wei Youming!
He is afraid of the characters there and definitely won't go in!
The staff dormitory, Wei Youming wouldn't go back there either, as there's Vice President Lao Liu.
Old Liu is the bane of Wei Youming!
Wei Youming must be hiding on one of the floors from the first to the fifth!
With some time, room by room, I can find him too!
So long, I don't know how Sun Zhuo is doing...
Best... he doesn't get killed...
Without going upstairs, I pushed the iron door on the right with my hand.
With a heavy creak, the iron door clanged but didn't open, as it was blocked by the lock.
From my pocket, I pulled out a piece of copper wire and quickly unlocked the lock.
Pushing the door open, the corners of the walls on both sides were emitting a pale green light, and after all these years, it still remained lit.
On both sides, separated by a few meters, was a door.
I walked in and stopped at the door of the first ward.
Reach inside to unlock, push the door open.
With a creak, the ward door opened.
The room was dimly lit, and there was a slight rise in the bed, as if someone were lying there.
My pupils contracted.
A person?
Sun Zhuo?!
With my muscles tense, I approached slowly, holding a razor in my hand.
However, when I reached the side of the bed, I realized that it wasn't Sun Zhuo lying there but a person whose skin base was a pale white, yet with fine red hairs.
This person looked ordinary and very unfamiliar; I didn't recognize him.
Is this person one of the other ghosts from the Mental Health Center?
My heart sank, and suddenly a bad idea emerged in my mind.
There are night-shift ghosts in the dormitory building, and Vice President Lao Liu...
Wei Youming killed many patients, and those ghosts are definitely here...
The places I had gone before were fixed, directly going up to the sixth floor.
The sixth floor has no ghosts, that's true, because there are symbols there!
Wei Youming wouldn't dare go up, how could other ghosts dare to go up!?!
The absence of ghosts there doesn't mean there are none elsewhere!
This ghost in front of me is a blood-vengeful ghost!
One or two blood-vengeful ghosts, with my current experience and abilities, should not be a problem.
If the number increases, one ghost draining a mouthful of yang qi could suck me dry!
I can't search the hospital like this recklessly...
I slowly retreated and tried to lower my breath.
But as I backed up, I began to realize something was off.
Clearly, there was a person on the bed, but where did the person go?!
The bed was empty!
