"I have arranged for you to be the fifth ghost in Hell, to become one of the twenty-eight prisoners in the Underworld, all my arrangements and layouts of feng shui. Now you are the ghost of Cassia tree, all my grace to you! You, take yourself too seriously."
"If it weren't for me, you would merely be an ordinary evil spirit accustomed to murder, long since cleaned up by passing Taoist masters."
"I, Song Fang, never regard doing evil as a good deed. For decades, both directly and indirectly, many people have died at my hands. The number of various evil spirits I have subdued is numerous."
"You are the only one who has done evil to the fullest, but still considers yourself a good person."
"Indeed, it's laughable," said Song Fang in a faint voice.
Wei Youming did not speak again, and seemed particularly quiet.
This is why I can observe the current environment.
The room is uniformly white on all sides, not very large, with a hospital bed on the side and a door with blue lacquer finish.
Song Fang also calmed down, and he took out something from his bosom. It was a pen tied with a thin string.
His finger hooked the thin string, and the pen hung down.
The next second, a blood-blue mist enveloped the pen, slowly condensing into a person.
Suddenly, it was none other than the vice president, Lao Liu!
This is quite simple, as I previously judged and contemplated, Wei Youming has achieved the backlog spirit, which led to his detachment from Song Fang.
During this period, Song Fang must have returned to the mental health center and taken away the other spirits inside, with the most important being Vice President Lao Liu.
For years, Vice President Lao Liu has been controlling Wei Youming.
Old Liu used to be a zombie yan, but now he has been turned into a ghost by Song Fang, and his grade has also increased.
"Youming, come, take your medicine."
Old Liu looked blankly up and lifted his hand, a black paper ball was pinched in the palm of his hand. The surface could still be seen from the faint traces of ghosts drawing symbols, crumpled and wrinkled.
Wei Youming showed no reaction.
"Take your medicine!" said Vice President Lao Liu, his tone became stronger, and he grabbed Wei Youming's chin with one hand, as if he wanted to force the talisman ball into his mouth!
Wei Youming's body was trembling slightly!
But he couldn't move...
Through his eyes, I saw a terrifying scene. Every part of his body, including his arms, legs, and even every inch of his body, was covered in hands. The clothes on those arms were all blue and white striped hospital gowns.
Twisted hands, twisted face, everything was twisted.
These patients are all people that Wei Youming had killed!
They are holding him back, limiting Wei Youming!
Of course, it's because of Song Fang's thread of soul in Wei Youming's soul, coupled with my accidental weakening of Wei Youming, that he was able to achieve all this.
Otherwise, if Wei Youming breaks free, Song Fang is undoubtedly doomed to die!
"Youming! Take your medicine!" shouted Vice President Lao Liu. He grabbed Wei Youming's chin with all his might, trying to force his mouth open.
Song Fang closed his eyes, a hint of pain flickered in his eyebrows and eyes, but he was trying hard to control.
A strong sensation of weightlessness surged upon him, and everything around turned pitch-black.
The sensation of falling increased again, subconsciously, I retreated two steps back, and my vision cleared. What I saw was no longer a hospital room or Song Fang, but the darkness of the street corner.
The darkness only lasted for a moment, and then the sky brightened.
In the dim light, the "person" standing on tiptoe in front of the Red Cross Hospital building vanished.
With so many ghosts, the inside of the hospital must be like a fierce prison. However, outside, it is much quieter.
At this moment, Song Fang was trying to control Wei Youming with all his might, this was a rare opportunity!
Two breakfast shops on the roadside had opened their doors, and the steamy heat kept rising, with the aroma spreading out. Gradually, some passersby could be seen on the road.
As the sun rose in the east, a faint purple mist spread out as Tang Wu got off a car, his demeanor seemed somewhat urgent, and he stopped in front of me.
"I didn't run away. He didn't notice," I said.
Tang Wu's expression looked a bit better.
"Mr. Tang, let's eat something first, and then deal with Song Fang, let him immerse himself for a while," I added.
"What?" Tang Wu was slightly confused.
I explained to him briefly what I had seen through Wei Youming's eyes earlier, which meant that Song Fang had just started to immerse himself, using his own soul to suppress Wei Youming. Now if we went in, it would undoubtedly wake him up.
Wei Youming wouldn't be controlled so quickly. I have his glasses on, if he gets into trouble, I'll definitely be able to sense it.
Besides, the more Song Fang immerses himself, the harder it will be for him to come back to his senses. Once we enter the hospital, it will be easier for us to find him! Moreover, this is just like practicing skills. If it is interrupted suddenly, won't it lead to a "walking into hell" situation?
Tang Wu nodded and sighed, "It's indeed insightful of the young friend. Old man I am all flustered because of concern, I've become attached to the situation."
I made a polite hand gesture and walked with Tang Wu into a street-side bakery, ordering two steamed dumplings and two bowls of rice.
Tang Wu was old, but his appetite did not diminish. He ate quite a bit of food.
I was also hungry, and I ate a lot.
The feeling of fullness transformed into abundant energy.
If it were before, I would have consumed so much energy the day before that I would have had to meditate and sit still just to recover.
This once again shows that the nourishment of the Heavenly One Yang preciousness to the Yang spirit character has changed the foundation.
After a slight pause, I stood up and walked directly towards the old Red Cross Hospital building opposite the road, Tang Wu following me without hesitation.
Shortly after, the two of us arrived in front of the building.
Once inside, it was clear to see that the first floor had once been the registration and pharmacy area, with some signs still attached and not torn down.
A faint coolness from all directions surged in, and once again, a faint purple mist appeared in front of Wei Youming's glasses!
It's still Wei Youming guiding me!
"Huff... Master, let's go up!" Old Gong appeared on my shoulder, full of enthusiasm.
I was about to take a step forward, but Old Gong suddenly widened his eyes, looking terrified and said, "Stop!"
I just lifted my leg, paused, and concentrated my attention on the black hallway in front of me.
At this moment, a woman stood silently at the mouth of the corridor.
Her appearance was very terrifying. Her belly was particularly large, with some fist-sized tumors hanging from her belly.
A shrill laugh emerged from those tumors, and upon closer inspection, they were all undeveloped baby heads.
The woman was even more enveloped in a dense blue mist, she was undoubtedly a Qing ghost!
From her breath, she should be one of the most dense and thick Qing ghosts I've ever encountered!
If it weren't for seeing the backlog spirit of Wei Youming, with purple ghost qi, in the first half of the night, then she would be the most vicious ghost I've ever seen!
Suddenly, I pulled out the Gao Tian Staff, but before I could act, Tang Wu beside me quickly made hand seals with both hands!
This can be seen, the Taoist magic of Yun Jinshan is probably used in hand seals!?
In just a few seconds, Tang Wu changed his hand gestures more than ten times, and the moment it was frozen, he pushed his hands forward!
A loud crack, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky!
