"Initially, I intended to level this area, but upon seeing the numerous patients, I hesitated. After a meticulous examination of the entire hospital, I failed to uncover any abnormalities."
"Song Fang probably calculated that I would return, so he fled."
"For the next ten years, I would return to this hospital every year. There were no signs of haunting or any indication that Song Fang had ever come back."
"Time has tempered the hatred while diminishing the vigilance."
"I entrusted friends from all walks of life to investigate the man, Song Fang. His information was active everywhere. Gradually, the time I spent in Suihua grew shorter, as I visited numerous places where traces of Song Fang had been found, but I was always one step too late."
"Unexpectedly, he had laid out a large game here, using twenty-eight prisoners to raise spirits and fuel his plan."
"He has escaped again..."
"Tang Sister..."
He Youtian trembled as he gently ran his fingers over the iron-gray face.
"I should have noticed something was off from the beginning. Tang Sister had once said during our travels that one's appearance will eventually fade, and Song Fang had mentioned that when a person dies, their appearance remains fixed. I never expected that he would actually be killing people to raise ghosts."
"He has such a vile heart. This kind of technique is the refinement of Tang Sister, afraid that her ghost will return to Juqu Mountain, or come to me to inform."
With those words, He Youtian fell silent for a long time.
Only then did I realize why he couldn't control his desire to kill.
This is equivalent to... Song Fang's success was half due to his help. If he hadn't helped, Song Fang wouldn't have gathered so many malevolent ghosts so quickly.
He had known all along that Tang You had died.
It's just that I see Tang You's lifeless body now, and it deeply moves my heart.
As for the Yin-Yang Master...
No, Song Fang... he is truly as malevolent as can be!
He probably never treated He Youtian as a brother, but just as a tool!
"Old Gong, go inside and look for anything that might be useful. See if you can find anyone related to Song Fang." I whispered the order to Old Gong.
"Master... the place has collapsed, with chaotic and turbulent energy, there might even be a Feng Shui trap. He knows me; he might have left some kind of trap."
Before, Old Gong wasn't speaking like that. Wei Youming left, and in anger, he had the determination to expose Song Fang.
"Old Gong! This is not the time to be afraid of death!" I frowned and ordered again.
"Consecrate the spirit, don't force the Xuanchi Jinxiang. He's right. If this residence had no problems at all, he could enter without issue. But with it being destroyed to this extent, and with Song Fang leaving Tang Sister's body here to affect my mind... there's a ninety-nine percent chance he left a trap." He Youtian slowly regained some strength, though his pale hair had a touch of crimson.
"That's right! Old He is still old He. Master, you still need to practice!" Old Gong spoke with a serious tone.
My expression darkened, not because of Old Gong, but because I was lost in thought.
"He won't leave Jin Yang." The words came out of my mouth without thought.
"After so many years, he has raised all kinds of ghosts, and he actually just wants to stop at twenty-eight prison ghosts? Actually, he wants the evil spirits of the Siniangliu, but something went wrong and we destroyed it."
"Poison plague ghosts, which only appear once every sixty years, he will definitely not let go. A person who is so patient and takes everything into consideration must be secretly plotting the poison plague ghosts."
"Big Brother, we have a chance to lure him out!"
"The top priority is to leave here and return to Four Regulations Mountain to resolve the current situation." I said in a low voice.
He Youtian nodded, his expression regaining some composure.
"I can sew the body together. Before we leave, I'll sew the body up; there should be tools in this hospital."
"Old Liu, take me to find thread." I looked at the vice president.
At that moment, he stood dumbfounded by the side. He had heard He Youtian's words as well. His already blood-red eyes, tainted with blood qi, turned even more terrifying.
His neck twisted abruptly, and he stared at me blankly.
In that moment, I felt as if I saw a flicker of resentment in his eyes, and suddenly understood the cold emotions.
No... that's not right...
That gaze, how can it be similar to Wei Youming?
But it was gone in a blink...
It gives me a feeling as if, though Wei Youming was taken away, a trace of his soul lingered, possessing the vice president.
"I'll get it for you." Old Liu's voice was stiff, and he turned to walk towards the staff dormitory.
"Master... don't follow him? He was torn apart?" Old Gong howled.
"No need, this hospital is the root of Wei Youming. He may have left, but he wouldn't let it fall into chaos." I thought to myself.
"Oh... the Ghost Director is quite thoughtful. It's just that he went the wrong way. Ah, this is all due to that evil, cunning, and heartless person. He is a shame to the Yin-Yang world!"
Old Gong's mouth was running, spewing obscenities and a whole load of abuse at Song Fang.
I crouched beside the body, looking at the severed pieces, and pondered the technique for stitching the body back together.
"Big Brother, you don't need to watch the process. Yes, go to the elders and accompany our master."
I glanced sideways at He Youtian.
"He's fine, no need for avoidance." He Youtian smiled, but the smile was just a surface, with more of a sadness beneath it.
"That's the rule. Big Brother, it's better for you to follow it. By the way, have Siyan come over. I need her help." I said again.
He Youtian hesitated for a moment, looked down at the remnants of the body on the ground once more, and then walked towards the hospital building.
A few minutes later, Siyan came over.
She was carrying Old Gong's bag, and Old Gong stopped on her shoulder, his expression leisurely.
It was obvious that He Youtian had asked her to bring Old Gong to me.
She saw the remains on the ground and let out a scream, covering her mouth.
Even though she was usually like an ice mountain, she was affected by it as well.
"Who is this?" Siyan asked me in confusion.
"An elder, Siyan Daojie. You must have some makeup with you. Right?" I cut to the point.
Silently, Siyan often didn't wear makeup. However, during this period, I noticed she sometimes would touch up her makeup. Women and makeup... it's a matter of attitude. Silence is one thing; willingness to put on makeup is another. It's not proper to pry too much into it.
But today, it happens to be useful.
"I have." Siyan nodded.
"Bring it all out, I'll use it." I said.
Just as Siyan was taking out the makeup items, Vice President Old Liu returned, holding a small canvas bag in his hand.
"All of these are from Wei Youming. He used to sew up clothes for patients before."
"What a good person... if he didn't kill, that would be even better." Old Gong cracked his lips and muttered: "If the patients were wearing the clothes sewn by the director, they might have been hung with the hemp rope given by the director. That's what it's called thick-hearted."
