C110 (1/2)

I tried to control my emotions and keep telling myself that it was nothing, just a psychological effect. He then told himself that ghosts actually weren't that scary. I have seen all kinds of ghosts, and what's more, didn't I eat the Spiritual God's Pearl? Now that he had spiritual energy, what was there to be afraid of?

Then, I thought about it again. Ehh, I did eat the Spiritual God's Pearl, but it didn't seem to have any effect …

Thinking this way, I felt a little scared again.

At this time, the old Daoist casually swept a glance over the interior of the hospital and walked in.

Then I thought, Isn't there something else? He definitely won't let me die. With the old Daoist by my side, what am I afraid of?

The complex struggle within me only lasted for a second. A second later, I made up my mind. Without further ado, I quickly followed the old Daoist.

Just as I entered the hospital, the door behind me suddenly creaked and closed itself behind me …

I looked slowly back at the door and saw nothing.

The main gate of the school hospital was a very large iron gate, it couldn't be easily blown by the wind...

As I was thinking this, a hand suddenly slapped me from behind, and I jumped.

”Hey, let's go. Don't look at the door, it can't be eaten!”

I looked back and saw that it was an old Daoist who was patting me on the head.

I calmed myself down and exhaled. Then, I started to scold the old Daoist, ”Damn it, why are you slapping me from behind? Do you want to scare me to death? Don't you know that I'm scary, scaring me to death!”

However, the old Daoist didn't care about my curses. He looked at me and lightly said, ”Scared?”

I squeaked a few times before saying, ”Who's afraid? I'm not afraid at all!”

”Then are you really not afraid?”

”Of course!” I said firmly.

At this time, the old Daoist's voice became strange. He said, ”Even if I'm like this, aren't you afraid?”

When I looked up at the Daoist priest's face, it was only then that I realized that it had turned a dark green color. It was bizarre and sinister to the extreme!

I was a little flustered, but then it occurred to me that this guy might be playing with me again, painting something on his face, trying to scare me, making fun of me!

After this, I became much calmer. With a ”Tsk” sound, I disdainfully said, ”Old Taoist, it's no different if you put a pile of sh * t on your face. Please be more professional if you want to scare me, okay?”

The old Taoist's face was blank, as if he was thinking about something. He looked at me for a while, then he twisted his head with his hand, and with a loud crack, the head on his neck turned 360 degrees before turning back to me and saying, ”Then what if I do this? Will you be afraid? ”

I looked at the twisted skin on his neck and was completely stunned. Only then did I realize that this fellow in front of me isn't an old Daoist at all!

I was panic-stricken, but I didn't lose my rationality. In a hurry, I drew a rune on my palm and smacked it towards the fake old man.

”Bang!”

With a dull thud, the fake Daoist still stood on the spot. However, the place where he was hit by me started emitting black smoke with a ”zi zi” sound.

I quickly withdrew my palm and retreated a few meters.

I had originally thought that this old false Daoist would counterattack, but then, all of a sudden, ripples appeared on the surface of the lake, and in the blink of an eye, it vanished!

I looked around vigilantly, afraid that the fake old Daoist would suddenly attack me and beat me half to death. However, that fake old Daoist didn't even appear after a while.

I was still tense, like a wounded wolf, watching the wind and grass around me.

It was then that I remembered that the old Daoist was faking it. Where did he really go?

When he scanned the first floor, he didn't find a single person.

Could it be that the old Daoist had reached the second floor?

With that in mind, I hurried to the second floor.

Soon, I reached the second floor. After turning a corner, I found myself facing a long corridor.

There were wards on both sides of the walkway, and at the end of the walkway was the morgue.

I walked slowly inside. With every step I took, I became alert, as if I were walking on a land covered with mines, afraid that if I wasn't careful, I would step on them.

In the corridor, the lights were dim and quiet, like the inside of a coffin.

I could clearly hear my own strained breathing, and the slow, rhythmic sound of footsteps was like thunder, and every step I took sent a jolt through my heart.

Soon I was in front of the room where I'd been hospitalized.

I slowly reached out my hand, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. After calming my mind, I twisted the handle.

”Creak …”

The door of the ward was slowly pushed open by me …

When I looked inside, my heart immediately thumped. I almost cried out!

Inside the ward, a blood demon that reeked of blood was sitting on a chair, looking relaxed. It was eating a peeled apple in its hand.

This blood demon is the trash of a blood ghost that covets my yin and yang soul!