The expression on his face changed drastically in an instant. He suddenly turned around, and I was about to accelerate and sprint away!
But to my surprise, someone was standing at the doorway!
He was incredibly tall and thin, wearing a white shirt with light blue stripes, which had turned yellow from being too long.
He reached out, exhaustedly rubbing his mouth with his hand, emitting a huffing sound.
The blood-colored hairs on his pale skin appeared increasingly eerie.
"Hey…"
"You haven't fed me the medicine yet." The words echoed with an unusual emptiness, and he stared at me blankly.
Later, he muttered in a low voice, "How come the dean keeps inviting new people every three or two days?"
My heart gave a fierce jerk.
Feeding the medicine, inviting new people?
"Where's the medicine?" The ghostly patient lifted his hand, demanding it from me.
There's nothing about medicine on me.
Apparently, even though this group of ghosts has been dead for many years, they still maintain the habit of death, that is, being treated by Wei Youming!
However, they probably don't know now that they were actually killed by Wei Youming!
"Medicine, wait a moment." My voice was hoarse, and I was fumbling in my pocket.
The dead eyes of the patient ghost flickered slightly, as if they had some glimmer of life.
I have no medicine on me.
Though I don't have any medicine, I do have dog bone powder and black deer hooves.
Can't cure illness, but can cure ghosts!
This ghost patient has become used to being bullied, and taking medicine has become a compulsory course for them.
As for his less intense attack towards me, it's probably related to the new people……
I couldn't help thinking of a possible scenario.
I couldn't help but think that maybe Mao You has not killed Sun Zhuo, but instead controlled him, and in this hospital, he is feeding medicine to the ghosts.
As my thoughts flitted, I had already grabbed the black deer hooves and was slowly walking towards the sick ghost.
He slightly lowered his head naturally, opened his mouth wide, and made a sound of "ah", looking just like a patient taking medicine.
My eyes were quick, and as I pulled out the black deer hooves, I suddenly stuffed them into his mouth!
With the other hand, he slapped hard on the back of the hand that was stuffing the black deer hooves!
There was a dull thud, and the black deer hooves were completely stuffed into the mouth of the sick ghost.
Since the deer hooves are inherently objects that repel evil, the sick ghost did not even emit a scream and exploded into a pile of gray mist with a dull thud in front of me.
The black deer hoof fell from the sky...
I was about to reach out to catch it...
But I didn't expect that the other hand, would catch the black deer hooves first!
My expression changed drastically, and I stared fixedly ahead!
The Yin Qi scattered from the shattered soul spread rapidly, and in front of me was a face covered with rugged muscles, with tiny, bean-sized eyes staring at me straight ahead. His face was extremely pale, without a trace of color.
I recognized him immediately. He must be the leader!
Coldness instantly rose from every limb and bone, and my spine felt icy!
However, the leader coughed twice and suddenly said, "I'll handle this side, you handle that side. That's it."
His words were not addressed to me.
At the same time, he forcefully winked at me, which was a reminder for me to be quiet and not to speak much!
A slightly muffled coughing sound came, and there was another silent voice mixed in.
"Oh."
The leader's voice was a deep, throaty sound, like that of a human. Even though his face was pale, it was only due to the heavy Yin Qi; he was still a person.
The "oh" sound from his answer definitely wasn't human!
It wasn't just a ghost, but a very fierce one!
Just hearing his voice gave me goosebumps.
The faint sound moved from close to far, and in a couple of seconds, it was inaudible.
The leader walked into the room, turned and closed the door with a slam.
His eyes, tiny as a green bean, stared at me blankly.
My body was taut, yet not a bit relaxed, and my heart was beating rapidly to the extreme!
I thought to myself, Sun Zhuo is a new person.
I didn't expect it to be the leader!
This makes sense. The leader's soul had been controlled by Wei Youming before.
Although I deduced that the leader was intentional, wanting to use Wei Youming for something.
But I also can't rule out that the leader was seeking his own demise, that he couldn't really borrow Wei Youming's abilities, but rather doomed himself in the process.
For example, he is now in a hospital, not in the Wangshu office!
What is the other ghost?
Are the ghosts in the hospital Wei Youming's subordinates?
Extending his finger to his lips, the leader whistled softly, still reminding me to be quiet.
Later, the leader muttered, "Xian Shen, you really made me work hard to find you."
His words did not hide anything, but rather laid them out straightforwardly.
My eyelids flickered slightly, and after a moment of silence, I asked, "Is Manager Yang alive?"
"Why would he die?" the leader shook his head.
A furrow appeared on his forehead, and the leader's words actually trapped me.
"Then what are you planning to do with me, the cunning fox and the tiger?" I asked in a deep voice again, without any hint of concealment.
A sudden glint appeared in the leader's tiny eyes.
"Talking to a smart person is always easy, Xian Shen, you are extremely clever. You understand that one should not doubt those who are employed and employ those who are doubted. I believe in you, but I didn't expect that you wouldn't believe me."
"The death of Zhang Xu doesn't do any harm to you." The leader replied in a deep voice.
Our voices were actually very low, just enough for each other to hear. Even a half meter further away, no one else could hear them.
The leader's words seemed to be an explanation, but they did not address the main issue.
Therefore, I didn't say anything and instead looked at the leader with cold eyes, my suspicion growing more and more.
The leader furrowed his brow slightly, looked at the door, and whispered, "Give me a pill time, it's enough. I'll be discovered. After I leave this room, you'll pay attention to the opposite hallway. Don't let anyone there. Go to the sixth floor and wait for me so that I can ensure your safety. I will come find you and tell you the reason then."
After speaking, the leader casually threw his hand, and the black deer hooves fell into my hand. He turned and left the ward.
I caught a glimpse of the bed, where a mass of gray mist was continuously condensing and struggling, about to form a ghostly shadow.
The leader has already entered another room, and I heard the sound of him switching the door.
My heart was dark and light, and I made up my mind slightly.
I'll take a gamble!
Without Mao You and with so many ghosts here, it's really a tough place for me to navigate.
The leader... If he can explain the reason, I think it's worth believing and cooperating with him!
At least, he chose the sixth floor, and the sixth floor doesn't have much problem. Wei Youming can't come in.
If I can find out Sun Zhuo's whereabouts and situation from him, it would be a great help!
Also, if I can slightly delay the time, if I can delay until Mao You finds the core acupuncture point here and finds out who built this hospital, and deals with them, he can come to help me!
His strength is far beyond Han Zuocai's.
He was able to bring me directly here, eliminating the ghostly confusion that could have caused me to get lost.
At that time, even though we were walking behind, Han Zuocai couldn't keep us, and even the first time he hadn't entered the dreadfully dangerous prison.
After settling my thoughts, I walked to the door step by step, first looking at the direction of the iron barred door, and through the slit, I saw that the opposite hallway was empty.
The person responsible for feeding medicine to the leader should be in some other ward.
Taking a deep breath and holding my breath, I left the ward, closed the door, quickly walked out of the iron barred door in front of me, turned, and hurriedly went up to the second floor.
On the second floor, I didn't pause, but continued to head up the stairs.
Not long after, I arrived on the sixth floor.
The iron door on the sixth floor was a bit odd, with a burnt smell, as if it had been struck by lightning.
How could there be lightning in such a large dreadfully dangerous prison?
