Suddenly, another purple light beamed directly through San'er's right hand.
"Ah!" San'er exclaimed in pain, lowered his head and supported his right hand, and staggered back two steps.
"Who is it!" I looked up at the ceiling of the corridor, and this time saw a blue human-shaped piece of paper slowly falling from above.
"Is it you?" I frowned and exclaimed.
The blue paper man did not speak, but scratched his head a little embarrassedly, looking very cute.
Ling Qing, who was bruised and swollen with his head in his arms, was immediately stained with his own blood, and quickly spotted it on the foreheads of the four immobilized people around him.
The four people were broken, and they all opened their eyes and became sober.
"Eh... what's going on? We..." The four people seemed to wake up like a dream, but it was a pity that they didn't last long, so they were knocked out by Ling Qing one by one with a knife.
I watched them fall down again, staring at Ling Qing incredulously. Full of doubt that he did this, just wanting to avenge the beating.
"Do you think... You can stop me like this?" San'er snorted coldly, and slowly retreated back, and the figure gradually merged into the darkness.
"San..." I wanted to stop San'er, but as soon as I spoke, my mouth was immediately covered.
I fixed my eyes, and it turned out to be Ling Qing.
"You..." I want to ask him what he is doing.
"Shhh!" He made a hissing motion at me, covering my mouth, pushing open a door and hiding in it.
He was full of doubts, but Ling Qing did not intend to explain. It's just that the cat crouched behind the door, secretly paying attention to the situation outside the corridor.
The lights in the corridor gradually went out because there was no sound. After a while, there was a man's voice and footsteps not far away.
"In the middle of the night! Why is it so noisy? Do you want to rest!" the man's voice muttered.
As the footsteps grew louder, Ling Qing and I saw a man in a white coat gradually walking in.
When he saw eight patients and a nurse lying down the corridor, he was shocked. "Ah!" If it hadn't been for holding the wall first, it would almost fall directly to the ground.
It didn't take long for the male doctor to call in several other people, and carried all the people lying in the corridor back to their respective rooms.
It's boring to hide in the ward, and I am not interested in the procedure of placing patients outside. So I turned around and wanted to see what kind of room Ling Qing and I were hiding in.
At a glance, I almost didn't get scared to death by the person who suddenly sat up on the bed.
My eyes widened, I looked at the sitting man on the bed in front of me, and watched what was constantly pouring out of him.
Because the light in the room is off, I can only see a rough black shadow. The thing that grows outwards quickly, like human hair, keeps moving outwards in clusters at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Ling, Ling, Ling Qing..." After a while, I finally found my voice. Fearful stretched out his hand, and kept pulling Ling Qing's clothes.
Ling Qing, who was looking at the situation outside, was a little impatient by me, so she turned her head and looked at me: "What's the matter?"
"Look, see that..." I pointed my finger behind him.
He was a little depressed, because he didn't feel any horrible aura behind him.
But due to politeness, he looked back. It's just that when he saw the person sitting up on the bed, his entire eyeballs almost fell out of his eye sockets.
"what… "
"what… "
"what!"
Outside the room, there were also terrifying exclamations of people.
Ling Qing and I immediately took a look and saw that several nurses and medical staff were crawling out of several nearby wards.
Judging from their horrified reaction, it was obvious that they had seen something incredible and extremely terrifying.
"What to do?" It is not difficult for me to imagine that the patients in other rooms are in the same situation as the person behind him.
"Hmm..." Ling Qing said in a deep voice, and began to think of a solution.
"Come with me!" Ling Qing suddenly stood up from the ground and pulled me to the bedside.
I was a little scared in my heart, but I had to step forward and get close to the patient who couldn't bear to look straight at me.
Ling Qing stepped forward, stretched out his hand to learn the appearance of an old Chinese doctor, and probed his hand to get the pulse of that person.
"Go and bring a bowl of rootless water!" He immediately asked me.
"Oh!" I said, turning around to go to the bathroom and bring him a basin of water. But after two steps, I felt something was wrong, and turned back again.
I asked him: "Uh... what is rootless water?"
"That's..." Ling Qing was taken aback for a moment. "Oh! Go get a small bowl and it's almost done."
"Oh!" I said, turning around to leave. But after thinking about it, I feel wrong. Where can I go to get him a dish and rootless water this night
Although a little embarrassed, I still walked back. I asked him, "Now... Where did you let me go to get you rootless water and dishes?"
Ling Qing also froze for a moment, and immediately realized that he reached out his hand and took out a small porcelain plate from his bag, and then took out a bottle stuffed with an old-fashioned bamboo tube.
"You pour out the water in this bamboo tube and put it in this small porcelain plate!"
I looked at Ling Qing in surprise, this guy is really a Doraemon! Get what you want in this bag!
"With these things, why didn't you take them out earlier!" I couldn't help but complain about the bamboo tube and the small dish.
Ling Qing took out a piece of yellow paper from the bag, a small box of cinnabar, and a brush.
He turned around to the person's bed, and began to draw spells on the yellow paper.
I also walked to the side table and placed the small dish. Open the lid on the bamboo tube and carefully pour the water inside into a small dish.
"Okay!" Everything was done according to Ling Qing's instructions, and I brought the dish of water to Ling Qing.
While he was drawing the spell, he didn't even look at me and asked, "Did your fingers touch the water inside?"
"No!" I thought about it seriously, and shook my head.
Ling Qing drew a talisman, waited to dry it, and then folded the talisman paper in half. The right hand was a sword finger, and the paper was sandwiched between the index finger and the middle finger.
Putting his left hand on his heart, he muttered words in his mouth, and he didn't drink it for a while! With a sound of', the talisman paper in the hand immediately became natural when the right hand was hard.
He stretched out his hand to pinch the burning talisman, and circled the top of the man's head and around his body. Finally, the talisman paper burned to ashes was thrown into the plate in my hand.
"Well! Alright! Put this water on top of his head." Ling Qing confessed.
I followed what he meant and really put the water in my hand on top of that person's head.