Li Wangxi looked at the sick patient stiffly.
The man was weak, frowning, and looking like he was enduring pain.
It would be too easy for Li Wangxi to kill him. She could think of various ways now to kill this man on the spot without arousing suspicion. Even if you do it cleverly, no one will notice it afterwards.
Li Wangxi's hand pulling out the needle stopped there, feeling extremely tangled in his heart. She was struggling, wavering, and scared.
"Nurse, is something wrong? Is there something wrong with me?" At this time, the patient also noticed that Li Wangxi had not moved.
Li Wangxi shook his head, took a deep breath, pulled out the hanging needle, and took out the empty medicine bag.
"Are you going to hang again today? Is this the last bag?"
Li Wangxi nodded silently, lowered his eyes, took the empty potion bag and walked out.
She walked quickly and hurriedly. When she returned to the nurse's desk, she saw that her colleague had returned.
Li Wangxi sat directly on his seat, still holding the empty bag in his hand.
"Li Wangxi, what's wrong with you?" the colleague asked with a frown, his tone became much more serious.
Li Wangxi looked at his colleagues blankly and then noticed that he was distracted. She stood up, entered the office behind the nurse's desk, and threw away the empty bag.
Holding on to the edge of the vat, Li Wangxi's shoulders relaxed and tears were about to fall.
She couldn't control her emotions.
She couldn't kill anyone, and she couldn't face her own death calmly.
I was a little relieved and a little sympathetic to her experience.
Li Wangxi covered her face, knelt on the ground, and suppressed her cries.
Bang!
The door suddenly closed.
I turned around in surprise and saw a man walking into the office at some point.
There is no yin energy in the man, he is not a ghost, but he has a strange aura about him.
Li Wangxi looked up in fright. When he saw the person coming, he was stunned and didn't know what happened.
There were footsteps outside the office, the door was tapped, and the door handle was twisted.
"Hey! Who are you! What do you want to do! Li Wangxi!" Li Wangxi's colleagues shouted anxiously outside.
Only then did Li Wangxi become frightened. When he wanted to stand up, his legs gave out and he fell to the ground.
"Miss Li." The man spoke, his voice was familiar.
Before Li Wangxi remembered it, I had already identified this man as the one who called from Li Wangxi's boyfriend's cell phone.
"Zhou Chang is already receiving treatment. His condition is stable and his life is not in danger." The man said unhurriedly, without much expression on his face as a passerby.
Li Wangxi was stunned again. Before her emotions of luck and joy could rise, a chill rising from her tailbone made her hair stand on end.
"It seems that you haven't fulfilled your obligations yet." The man said unhurriedly, ignoring the commotion outside the door.
Li Wangxi moved back and stared at the man in horror.
"My master gave you two more chances, which is already a very favorable treatment." The man continued, walking towards Li Wangxi step by step. The sound of his leather shoes on the ground was like a giant hammer, hitting Li Wangxi's heart.
Li Wangxi shook his head, tears bursting out, his lips trembling, and he wanted to beg for mercy or call for help.
The man was unmoved, his expression didn't change much, he walked towards Li Wangxi step by step and forced Li Wangxi into the corner of the room.
Li Wangxi's back hit the cabinet and there was no way to retreat. Her body was limp and unable to resist.
The man bent down, stretched out his hand, and picked up Li Wangxi, as if he were picking up a chicken.
"Unfortunately, it's up to me to collect the reward." The man said, and a roll of parchment appeared in his free hand. With a flick of his hand, the parchment was spread out and displayed in front of Li Wangxi.
When I saw this scene, I suddenly felt familiar and my heart skipped a beat.
Li Wangxi's eyes widened. What she saw in her eyes were words on the parchment that she didn't understand at all, but her brain could reflect the meaning of those words.
This is the contract she signed, and there is even her signature at the bottom of the parchment.
Li Wangxi shook his head slightly, wanting to deny it. Denying one's own signature also denies this reality.
The parchment suddenly began to glow, and the font changed from black to gold, as if it was trying to escape the comfort of the paper and turn into something.
I reached out and grabbed the man's wrist.
The man was suddenly startled, let go and threw Li Wangxi away, turned around and tried to pull out his arm.
I used my strength, but he staggered me. However, I didn't let go, and he couldn't see me. Naturally, he could only feel his grasped hand and couldn't notice my embarrassment.
"What the hell!" the man yelled.
"What kind of devil are you?" I asked, and immediately corrected myself, "What kind of devil is your master?"
The man couldn't see me, but he seemed to hear my voice. The resistance and struggle stopped, and he looked warily at his arms and directly in front of him.
I'm sure he didn't see me. The focus of his eyes was not on me, but rather off.
"My lord Mensit is the great demon who dominates death according to Kaziana's records." The man said solemnly, "No matter who you are, if you are an enemy of my lord, you will definitely be punished by death."
It is indeed a devil!
I felt incredible, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and I vaguely captured something.
Demons are actually spirits, and spirits that have been around for many years. There may have been a lot of entanglements and changes in the process, but there is no doubt that they are spirits.
There may be demons carrying human souls or ghosts, such as the great wizard who combines himself with demons. But most demons are supposed to be just pure spirits.
Spirit is something created by God to fight against ghosts. It is the aggregation of human consciousness, or in other words, the embodied product of human consciousness.
In this future where ghosts have taken control of the world and changed the rules of the world and human cognition, spirits still exist.
God is still here, and the rules he made are still valid.
I have a gut feeling that this is important because future ghosts are afraid of God. But what to do, I have no idea now.
When I thought about it again, I was ready to give up. Everyone in Qingye was dead. Before, I thought about just going with the flow and getting by. At this moment, I instinctively felt that I should do something.
Yes, do something…
"I want to see your master, that Mensit." I said immediately.
The man was silent, seeming to be thinking.
I heard that weird whispering in a different language than mine, the sound was so far away that I couldn't make out the pronunciation at all.
But as the voice appeared, Yin Qi appeared on the man.
My heart skipped a beat, and I suddenly thought of Han.
Although Han has spiritual qualities, he was originally a human being and a ghost.
However, I have already seen one case of a person becoming a spirit after death.
Could it be that the demon named Phenxit also has such a spirit
In this case, it is likely that like Han, it changed from a spirit to a future ghost and was controlled and driven by that thing.
"My Lord agreed." The strange voice disappeared and the man replied.
At this time, the sound of keys was heard outside the door, and the door was opened.
Two security guards rushed in, and when they saw the scene inside the house, they yelled at the man, looking wary.
I let go of the man's hand, but didn't move away. He didn't resist the security guards. He raised his hands and was taken away by the security guards obediently.
Li Wangxi's colleagues rushed in, hugged Li Wangxi's shoulders, and asked anxiously if she was injured.
Li Wangxi was in a daze for a while, then burst into tears.
I felt a force pulling at my soul. In the brief few seconds before the soul returned from the dream, I saw two memories of Li Wangxi.
She would have been killed by the words in the contract. Words will become the real god of death, cutting off her head and soul. This past has been changed.
I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling of the ward, and felt that there was someone else in the room.