In theory, Han Jin's involvement in the Wu Ling matter adds a significant weight to the situation with Mao You San. With Mao You San already having confidence in himself, the assistance of an actual person would make the confidence even greater, even potentially playing a decisive role!
The person behind Wu Ling must be similar to Mao You San, a yinyang doctor!
Unless...
Lao Gong still doesn't trust Mao You San, even... not trusting Han Jin?
Under Lao Gong's guidance, the crowd left the Mansion of Death.
It's clear that Lao Gong calculated the time, watched the show at the old teahouse just in time for daytime.
On the way to the mental health center in Suohua District, he kept vividly talking to Wu Jinluan and others about some things about Wei Youming, including how he tore open the deadly cell of Wumingghou with deadly prison that day and completely dominated Wumingghou.
Wu Jinlan and the others were shocked with each word. Finally, Lao Gong heaved a sigh, saying that Wei Youming was truly someone with a hard fate. The topic then shifted to the time when he became the twenty-eighth prisoner.
This reminds me of so many more things.
I faintly feel that Lao Gong is using this opportunity to let me review the path I've come on.
I can't quite put into words, but my heart still finds it hard to settle down.
Perhaps, that's one of the reasons why I can't improve at this bottleneck.
"According to what Lao Gong says, Wei Youming is a good man, who was harmed by the Song family?" Wu Jinluan murmured.
"Isn't that right? He's been so good. Look, a good person even does good things in the end. Setting aside strength, do you still want to get rid of him?" Lao Gong counter-asked.
Mr. and Mrs. Feng shook their heads without exception.
It took about two hours, but they finally arrived at the mental health center.
After parking, everyone got off, and I instructed Xu Jin to wait in the car.
As I looked around, the moonlight enveloped the hospital building, while dark clouds swirled overhead, giving off an air of death.
"Let's go," Lao Gong said with great enthusiasm.
Wu Jinlan and the others were also in high spirits.
Not dealing with Wei Youming, but having the opportunity to encounter such a level of ghosts and the fengshui that nurtures them, is still very beneficial to the masters.
In fact, they were ahead of me.
However, as soon as we stepped in, an unusual change occurred...
Suddenly, a thin mist with a dim purple hue rose up, causing Wu Jinluan and everyone else to disappear into thin air!
This scene was particularly familiar, reminding me of my first visit here!
Taking a step forward, the surrounding scenery changed. I was standing at the back door of the mental health center, which was exactly the same as when I first came here!
"Ah, the ghost director is becoming more and more humane. He's also indulging in nostalgia?"
Lao Gong appeared in front of me, his limbs intact, and he even patted his chest as if there were dust there, which wasn't the case at all.
We met Wei Youming in the director's room of the staff dormitory.
He stood in front of a mirror, just quietly standing there, and the mirror's position was cleverly placed to reflect onto the door.
"I see you."
There flashed a faint, very gentle, and very approachable smile on Wei Youming's old but clean face.
"Thank you." I breathed a sigh of relief and said.
Wei Youming paused slightly.
"Curing diseases is the duty of a doctor. You don't need to thank me."
His voice sounded very odd, as if it was coming from his mouth, but also as if it was seeping into our ears from all directions.
Moreover, Wei Youming continued to watch me with unblinking eyes.
For some reason, Wei Youming's gaze gave me a sense of closeness, so I subconsciously said, "I am already well, there is no need to look."
"No, you still have an illness."
Instantly, Wei Youming in front of the mirror vanished, and the next moment he appeared in front of me, very close to me!
"You, you have a illness here."
Wei Youming's fingertip pointed to my chest, feeling cold and slightly pricking.
"You can stay here, and I can treat your illness." Wei Youming's finger seemed to be piercing through the flesh, into the heart!
"Okay, ghost director, Master Feng has many problems, but he is still good. I see it myself, what about the other people's illnesses? Do you care about it?" Lao Gong raised his voice.
Wei Youming's finger suddenly stopped, slowly retreating.
If he didn't stop, I would have had to take action to make him stop... I couldn't let a ghost's hand really stab into my chest.
Later, Lao Gong's words caused my eyelids to twitch nonstop.
Wei Youming narrowed his eyes and furrowed his wrinkled face, thinking deeply about something all the time.
Sure enough, Lao Gong was still talking about Wu Ling, but he added a lot of details about Wu Ling's behavior. Wu Ling basically knew all the skills that Sun Zhuo knows, and even worse, he would eat people and corpses. Moreover, Wu Ling had a protector and was planning even more evil things.
And... Lao Gong also gave Mao You San a scolding, meaning that Mao You San had asked around to see if he could sell himself, if he did, he would only be able to live for another one to three years.
Wei Youming suddenly lifted his hand and touched Lao Gong's temple.
The next moment, he vanished.
A bizarre scene occurred, and Lao Gong's face suddenly had a pair of non-framed glasses.
Sleazy as he was, he gave off a refined impression.
Lao Gong pushed his glasses up and smiled, saying, "I told you, Master Feng, our arms are effective on the ghost director. So, we need to play it safe. And now we're safe."
"At this time, those special thugs from the eight residences who specialize in stealing people's things will come. They all have to kneel down and hand over all their things. As for whether they will let them go or not, it's hard to say."
As for the strength aspect, it's not to say that Lao Gong's mouth can't beat anyone.
Moreover, the demeanor of Wei Youming suggests that he is about to leave here with Lao Gong, to travel together with us!
In a sense, this indeed is a big arm strength!
The real Lao Gong, who is at the level of a sage, can only be considered and cannot be beaten. Wei Youming is just too capable in battle.
My intuition tells me that most sages would not be a match for Wei Youming.
After all, he is not just a common ghost. He is the five wretchedness ghost, the twenty-eighth prisoner of the six thousand evils, and a thunderblossom ghost formed from ten thousand evils. In the realm of Yin and Yang, he is probably rare.
Everything around us was gradually falling apart.
I realized that I was no longer standing in Wei Youming's room, but at the entrance of the mental health center.
Not only me, but some people around me, including Wu Jinlan and the others.
They looked shocked and suspicious, looking around left and right. Some people were vomiting uncontrollably, using their fingers to scratch their throats as if they had been forced to swallow something bitter.
After seeing me, Wu Jinlan and the others breathed a sigh of relief, but their faces were still filled with suspicion and unease.
"This place... it's too bizarre. After entering, it's like a haunted house that disperses people. I encountered a ghost who kept saying I was sick and needed to take medicine, otherwise the director would be here soon..." Wu Jinlan looked disgruntled.
Another master, He Lin'an, was holding a tight face, but he could still see that he was pretending to be calm.
"Don't worry, there's no medicine to take today, but you'll have to take it another day. If they bother you, it's because the ghost director thinks you're sick. If you're sick, you need to be treated, and it can't be a bad thing." Lao Gong pushed his glasses up.
However, the gentlemen all shook their heads violently in unison.
"I'll just leave, Lao Gongshu..." The place is too scary. We don't need to see the ghost director again. Let's not mix with different kinds of people and let each other alone..." Wu Jinluan gave a bitter smile: "Curiosity kills the cat. It's easy to die, let's change."
