Monk Shi and I stared at each other for a long time until a cool breeze blew and I shuddered: "What were those people just now?"
Monk Shi said in a trembling voice: "It seems to be a ghost. My soul-calming bell trembled... What the hell is this ghost?"
The Soul-Calming Bell can sense the presence of ghosts, but as a sorcerer's personal magical tool, the Soul-Calming Bell does not vibrate when it encounters every ghost. Otherwise, at night, the sorcerer will be disturbed by harmless wandering ghosts.
The fact that Monk Shi's soul-calming bell rang once only meant that the ghosts around us had released a little bit of their aura due to some mistake, but immediately concealed their aura after the soul-calming bell rang, and lurked again, waiting for the opportunity.
From the time they attacked to the time they left, there was no trace left except for the bodies on the ground and the abandoned taxi. Was this a ghost? They were simply a group of killers, well-trained killers.
Monk Shi and I cleaned up the scene and hurriedly got out of the bushes. As we continued along the road, an idea suddenly popped into my mind: "Monk, do you think there is a third party involved in this business?"
Monk Shi turned around and asked, "What third party?"
I said, "Duan Yunfei and I are one party. Although we are in a hostile relationship, we are still dealing with ghosts, so we are one party; the ghost that Guan Qingyan encountered is one party; the killer we just encountered is a third party."
I saw that Monk Shi didn't understand, so I continued, "The driver who had his head cut off was exactly the same as the ghost Guan Qingyan encountered. The killers' original target should not be us, but the headless ghost, otherwise, they wouldn't have stopped so suddenly. We must have just happened to run into their ambush."
"Ghosts will kill ghosts?" Monk Shi said with his eyes wide open, "Your judgment is unreliable? Those killers are not ghost messengers, why would they kill ghosts for no reason? It's unreliable, unreliable..."
"It's a bit unreliable." It was because I was unsure of my judgment that I asked Monk Shi to help me with advice. After he said that, I also felt that my idea was a bit outrageous, so I simply stopped thinking about it. I quickened my pace, walked through the Yingshan Temple, took a car into the city, and rushed to Corning Hospital.
After I arrived at the place, I learned that Corning Hospital was the only mental hospital in the city, and it was full of mental patients. Could the final clue be in a madman
But now I'm here, I can't go back halfway, I have to at least see the person who appeared in the ghost eye money.
Monk Shi and I bypassed the hospital front desk and sneaked to the door of Ward 608. When I looked in through the window of the ward door, the patient on the bed happened to look out, and the scene was exactly the same as what I saw with my ghost eye money.
But when that person and I looked at each other, I was shocked. I remember that when I saw him through the ghost money, he showed a terrified expression.
Monk Shi was behind me, and there was a door between me and the other person...
I suddenly pulled out the Rakshasa and stabbed at the door. The three-foot-long blade instantly sank into the door panel, and the three ghost coins on the knife spun wildly, even bringing up a sound like a ghost crying.
I missed! I was sure there must be a ghost in the house, otherwise the ghost money wouldn't turn. But my knife didn't have any effect. Where is the ghost
As soon as the thought came to my mind, a layer of blood-red liquid fell on the door. The dazzling blood color was like a curtain rolling down from the door, instantly obscuring my vision.
I wanted to draw my knife and kick the door again, but it was too late - the door was only about three meters away from the bed. At this distance, the three actions of drawing the knife, kicking out, and breaking into the door would not save the life of the person in the room even if I was as fast as lightning.
At the critical moment, I held the hilt with both hands and suddenly lifted the long sword up. Under the infusion of true energy, the back of Luosha's knife became like a blade, and it tore a hole in the door like a broken bamboo. The frost and broken wood chips condensed on the blade by the Xuanming true energy flew at the same time, and the ghost eye money also stopped instantly.
"Misfortune is coming!" I held the long knife with one hand and slapped the bottom of the handle with the other hand. The three-foot-long knife flew out of my hand like a sharp arrow and shot into the house. I took a step back and kicked the door.
The moment the ward door was broken by my kick, a ghostly cry followed. When the windows around the ward were shattered by the piercing sound waves, I just broke into the room.
Before I could see the scene in the house clearly, a ghostly wind blew in from the window. The palm-sized glass seemed like a hidden weapon thrown by a martial arts master. When the strong wind whistled towards me, I wanted to withdraw, but Monk Shi had already reached the door. If I retreated again, not only would I not be able to avoid the glass, but Monk Shi would also be knocked to the ground by me, and the ghost that was about to appear would put me at a disadvantage.
I watched the glass fly closer, but I had no way to avoid it, so I simply grabbed the quilt on the bed and blocked it in front of me. Before the Xuanming Qi in my hand could completely cover the quilt, dozens of glass fragments had already torn the surface of the quilt, and in just a blink of an eye, the sharp edges and corners showed through the back of the quilt. The glass that failed to break the quilt in time pushed the quilt I was holding in the air towards me.
The Xuanming Qi that surged out from my palm also instantly flowed down along the quilt. The quilt that was lifted up to my chest was frozen as hard as iron before it touched my chest, and stopped abruptly less than two inches away from me.
At the same time, the sharp and piercing ghost cries suddenly rose in the ward of less than 30 square meters. At that moment, it seemed that three or five ghosts were fighting wildly near me, and at that moment, the chaotic ghost cries suddenly returned to dead silence.
When I loosened the corners of the quilt with both hands, I saw a ghost half-kneeling on the patient, covering his mouth and nose with one hand, and holding a dagger high in the other hand, stabbing fiercely in the middle of the man's eyebrows.
"Open—" I emptied my palms while roaring, pushed half a foot horizontally, and the energy in my hands roared out. The ghost holding the knife only glanced at me sideways, and was blown away by the true energy. The moment the flying figure rushed towards the window, I stepped onto the bedside, jumped up, and slapped the ghost again.
The ghost's palm subconsciously pressed against the window frame, hoping to use the force to rebound and return to its original position, but the emptied air wave had already hit the window frame. The alloy window frame broke with a sound, and flew out of the building with the ghost, and my feet fell back to the ground at the same time.
But before I could stand firm, I heard a whistling sound of strong wind coming from behind me. I instinctively turned around and stretched out my hand, but I saw Shi Heshang's long stick swept past me and hit the wall behind the bed.
Although I didn't see what Monk Shi was hitting, the long stick caused a green fire on the wall. When the strange fire fell like a waterfall on the bed, I pulled out my dagger, cut the straps tied to the patient, and pulled him out of the bed.
Before the man could stand firm, several security guards blocked the door: "What are you doing?"
"Kill him!" I couldn't explain the situation, and I couldn't waste time with the security guards, so I simply carried the man on my shoulders and jumped over the bed to pick up the Rakshasa. Shi Heshang then attacked the security guards with his fists and feet, and knocked down three or four security guards in a few moves, and rushed out of the hospital with me.
The two of us circled the hospital and retreated, hiding in a warehouse at the corner of the hospital. After I put the man down, he asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"
"Someone is here to save you!" I answered subconsciously, and then I didn't know what to do next.
If someone suddenly stood in front of me and said, "You have been haunted by a ghost, we are here to save you", would I believe it? Definitely not. That person probably would be the same.
Monk Shi said without hesitation: "Are you related to Guan's company? If not, we have found the wrong person. If so, I can tell you that Guan's company has offended evil spirits because of the development project, and many people have died inexplicably. We accepted Guan's employment and want to bring back their employees. However, you don't seem to be on the list. Are you one of them?"
"I am, I am..." The man nodded repeatedly, "I am the chief designer of Guan's Real Estate, my name is Chen Lei. You can ask the boss, or ask the eldest lady! I am really the designer Chen Lei!"
I frowned slightly and deliberately said, "You are a designer? Why don't I see you on Guan's list?"
How many chief designers does Guan have? If Chen Lei is the project designer, who is the person Ji Liping is in contact with
Chen Lei gritted his teeth and said, "That bitch Ji Liping must have been responsible! If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have been brought here."
After Shi Heshang and I exchanged a glance, I asked in a deep voice, "Isn't Ji Liping Guan Qingyan's assistant? Last night she contacted the chief engineer to ask for the blueprints, and he even talked to her on the phone."
"Bullshit!" Chen Lei said angrily, "What a bullshit designer! I am the only chief designer of Guan Corporation! It was that bitch Ji Liping who hooked up with that bastard Zhang Haobo and stole my design results."
Chen Lei sneered, "Zhang Haobo, that piece of shit, what can he do even if he got my preliminary drawings? With his brain, he definitely can't put together the final framework without me."
According to common sense, if Ji Liping contacted Zhang Haobo, the other party should not deliberately make excuses that the design drawings were not completed and refuse to show up in the company.
Could it be that Ji Liping was acting all night long, no one answered the phone, and the real designer was sent to a mental hospital
"Hmm?" I said in a deep voice, "Tell me yourself, why are you here, and what's the matter with the design drawings developed by Guan?"
Chen Lei raised his head and said, "Do you have any cigarettes? Give me one!"
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Thanks to Doudou and Hongyan for the tip! (To be continued)