Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Baoshan Seven

Baoshan Hospital, Outpatient Building.

Zhou Jingren swept the building quickly. As soon as he exited Building 4, he saw Zhai Dan, with a righteous and solemn expression, rushing into the outpatient building. She bowed her head and apologized to a few members of the Ghost Slayer Association, all dressed in black uniforms, pleading to send someone to the inpatient department to rescue the students.

The team leader, flicking the cigarette butt onto the ground and extinguishing it, didn't scold or comfort anyone. His voice was calm:

"Students are too bold."

"They jump in without understanding the situation."

"Still daring to bring younger students along."

Zhai Dan’s face was a mix of green and red, and she lowered her head without speaking.

The team leader wasn’t a cruel person. "Alright, do you know your classmate's exact location?"

"Also, how did you know about the Baoshan area?"

Zhai Dan: "......"

Zhai Dan cursed Zhou Jingren inwardly, the guy who shirked responsibility, but still took a deep breath, stood firm, and took the blame herself:

"It was our senior students who took the initiative."

"After all, the Ghost Slayer profession is unique, and there isn’t a structured teaching process."

"Sometimes you get lucky if you encounter it, and unlucky if you don’t."

"Baoshan is right nearby, and once you’re in this line of work, you want to try it out."

Zhai Dan said this with a flushed face.

The leader looked at her coldly.

A team member brought over the penalty form, and the leader wrote it, tore it, and handed it to Zhai Dan.

"This isn't for you personally, so there's no need to be embarrassed."

"This is a penalty for sealing spirits."

"However, large universities with spiritual departments have always been reckless. When there are many lice, there’s no fear."The team leader spoke with a cold joke, making Zhai Dan feel incredibly embarrassed.

From a distance, the shadow of the team leader was cast on the asphalt road by the streetlights, forming a soft circle. His height and face were similar to Zhou Jingren's.

He knew very well who had leaked the information to the Spirit Sealing Institute.

From afar, Zhou Jingren, who had been secretly watching, froze.

Damn, why is it the old guy who's in charge of the purification work at Baoshan Hospital?

The Ghost Slayer Association members entered the inpatient department.

Zhai Dan, holding the penalty form, felt the cold night wind blowing.

Nearby, a street tree and an old dog lifted its leg to urinate, glancing at Zhai Dan while peeing. Zhai Dan, with some subtlety, read a hint of disdain from its gaze.

Zhai Dan: "......"

Zhou Jingren sneaked over, and immediately received a kick from Zhai Dan. She also shoved the penalty form toward him, saying viciously:

"You take it to the director!"

"Damn it, I’m carrying the blame for you!"

"Alright, alright, I’ll go, I’ll go."

Zhou Jingren grinned awkwardly, activated his receiver, and shouted into the public channel: "Chen Xiu, Chen Xiu, Building 4 has been cleared."

"I didn’t see Chen Aihua. How are the younger students doing over there?"

Chen Xiu's voice immediately came through the public channel, low and filled with urgency:

"There's a situation."

"We didn’t find anything on Jun Weiran's side."

"But Ming Yue and Yan Jun encountered a vengeful ghost here, and the negative energy is too strong, the signal reception is bad."

"I only heard Yan Jun say they missed the first floor, and then nothing else was clear!"Zhou Jingren's heart skipped a beat, and he restrained his temper, asking, "Junior, don't worry."

"Missing the first floor means it's the negative floors."

"Let's go check the floor navigation first."

"I've already checked."

Chen Xiu's voice tightened further, his vocal cords seeming frozen in the cold wind, trembling slightly with a sharp, frosty edge.

"Below is the radiology department and the morgue."

Zhou Jingren froze.

His undergraduate courses felt like a distant memory, but he vaguely recalled the special effects of physical radiation mentioned in the Yin-Yang Sensory Integration course. It could cause the distortion of both yin and yang magnetic fields, and the direction of this distortion was unpredictable.

"This..."

Zhou Jingren thought for a moment, his heart tightening.

He made a snap decision: "Chen Xiu, weren’t you at the security room? Go check the surveillance right now."

In the security room, Chen Xiu's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth clenched around a cigarette as he muttered:

"I'm watching."

"But I can't see anything."

"The radiation is blocking everything. Everything is blocked."

Zhou Jingren lost control and shouted, "Then why aren’t you going down immediately?"

Chen Xiu shouted back, "Shouldn’t I stay here to monitor the other junior's situation on another floor?"

"Why the hell are you sweeping so slowly!"

Zhou Jingren: "You... forget it, forget it. I’m coming to take over for you. Let’s meet up and discuss who goes down to check!"

Before he could angrily press the earpiece off, a shrill buzzing noise suddenly came through the public channel, as if a short person were scratching a blackboard. Ming Yue's voice was taut with anger, as if she could barely contain herself from screaming:

"Qiao Ting... this person... Zhang Aihua... did you eat her?"

"Are you sure you want to go from... innocent... to... deep guilt?""The morgue... the land of eternal sleep... you are not allowed to act recklessly!"

The voice was still somewhat disjointed, but the content conveyed made the few senior students' nerves immediately tense, their spines stiffening as electric shocks coursed through their bodies.

Qiao Ting!

Eating people!

Zhang Aihua!

Chen Xiu immediately pulled up the surveillance feed for the morgue, increasing the resolution. The radiation penetrated the floorboards, forming a shielding magnetic field, with intermittent brightness and darkness—

Sure enough, in the flickering images, Ming Yue and the vengeful spirit were facing each other at the stairway!

Ming Yue!

Chen Xiu's heart nearly leapt out of his chest, then his brows furrowed tightly.

Where is Yan Jun?

The second basement floor, the morgue.

Ming Yue spoke harshly, demanding an explanation from Qiao Ting. The trident was tightly gripped in her hand.

"So what if it's true? So what if it's not?"

"They aren't good classmates, and she's not a good teacher."

"They don't deserve these names."

Qiao Ting's voice echoed in the quiet morgue, faint and distant. She tilted her head, her body covered in hundreds of eyes that made Ming Yue’s heart freeze—

Ming Yue’s gaze couldn’t help but fixate on the surface of those crystal-like bodies, identifying the dense blood vessels, the rolling tracks of the pupils—yes, it was true, they were still moving.

Alive and nimble.

Qiao Ting still barely maintained the appearance of a female human.

Though swollen and bloated, the flesh formed from yin energy trembled and squirmed, covered with extra limbs that seemed to come from nowhere. Her neck, chest, cheeks, and limbs were all covered in eyes, yet she still retained a human shape.

"Are you here to pursue so-called justice?"Qiao Ting asked in a strange voice that resonated with both male and female tones.

Ming Yue took a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable feeling of sadness in her heart: "It's not justice."

"I've come for balance."

"I am a reserve Ghost Slayer. My name is Ming Yue."

"Ming Yue, nice name."

"I think, if your yin-yang eyes were mine, they would be the most beautiful among all these eyes."

Qiao Ting said, extending her hand.

The layers of pale, bloody flesh cracked open, revealing black holes from the bone fragments. Another arm stretched out, each segment different from the next, rapidly reaching towards Ming Yue’s face!

Ming Yue remained on high alert. Though her heart trembled with fear, it did not stop her from showcasing her quick reflexes. She decisively swung her weapon! A trident impaled Qiao Ting’s arm into the snow-white wall of the morgue!

Qiao Ting screamed.

It was as if half of the dozens, or even hundreds, of vengeful spirits inside her body were screaming in agony. The sound of her voice, detached and piercing, was terrifying.

Ming Yue remained vigilant.

Generally speaking, vengeful spirits absorb each other—big ones devour small ones.

How deep Qiao Ting’s hatred and resentment were didn’t surprise Ming Yue, nor did her ability to consume other vengeful spirits. In fact, Ming Yue even speculated that her "first big kill" had been the four classmates she had slaughtered.

But then, two issues arose.

Where did the souls she devoured come from?

How did she ensure she remained the strongest source of resentment? Otherwise, the probability of being "counter-killed" would increase drastically.

Qiao Ting quickly got back up, but Ming Yue was merciless. She stepped forward and kicked her hard!

With all her strength!

Right in her face!

Superhuman strength—this was the talent Ming Yue had that came even more naturally than using her yin-yang eyes.Thud, rumbling!

Qiao Ting was kicked down the stairs by Ming Yue, tumbling down over ten steps with loud clattering noises, echoing through the silent morgue.

Good opportunity!

Ming Yue applauded herself, releasing her sweaty palms, and quickly ran a few steps up the stairs. She hurriedly stuck a yang energy talisman next to Zhang Aihua’s corpse, fearing that her lingering soul might also be devoured by Qiao Ting.

The pressure of facing the corpse was palpable.

Zhang Aihua's dilated pupils stared fixedly at Ming Yue, the gray eyes lifeless, eyelids dry and shriveled.

Ming Yue lifted her chin, refusing to close her eyes.

Her personality was clear-cut, not very merciful.

Qiao Ting's death.

Zhang Aihua should accompany her to the grave.

The morgue was thick with dense yin energy, unlike the dry wind outside. The air here, if breathed for too long, would feel like glue sticking to the lungs.

Ming Yue stood up from the body, feeling a sudden dizziness.

Qiao Ting crawled up the stairs, step by step, like Sadako.

Not far away, the morgue’s door was wide open, cold white smoke spilling out, becoming the only faint light in the dim underground.

Ming Yue: "…"

Ming Yue’s mind stirred, and she shouted “morgue” into her earpiece, then immediately turned and ran!

This place was definitely not a battlefield for the living!

She needed to lead it above ground!

Qiao Ting’s eerie laughter echoed behind her, like a shadow following Ming Yue.

“You can't escape!”

“I can absorb the yin energy from every floor, where can you run to?”Ming Yue turned around and made a face!

I can't run away by myself!

But there are more people outside! Can't we control you?!

The two "people" chased each other up the stairs with a loud rumble. Once Qiao Ting left, the cold air immediately lost its sinister energy, turning into pure coldness.

At the other staircase, Yan Jun emerged, his face pale.

He saw Qiao Ting's appearance.

It was truly enough to scare someone into having nightmares for a month.

But Ming Yue faced her head-on, unafraid.

She did it.

How did she do it?

Is the difference between the comprehensive and information departments really that big?

Yan Jun unconsciously clenched his fist, the hard shell of the radio receiver pressing painfully into his hand.

He remembered what Ming Yue had sent earlier: "morgue."

Yan Jun ran toward the morgue.

It didn’t look unusual inside.

Yan Jun took out a revealing talisman, ignited it, and tested the yin energy. He detected an extremely high concentration of yin energy near the ceiling.

However, what truly frightened him was that there wasn’t enough yin energy detected around the cold storage units—

This was impossible.

Yan Jun was baffled.

The morgue’s cold storage contained the recent deceased from the hospital.

The faint traces of yin energy on the revealing talisman were clearly just the remnants of air conditioning!

It couldn’t possibly be the yin energy from the deceased!At this moment, Yan Jun seemed to have been "possessed by Ming Yue." With a swift motion, he opened the cold storage and placed the revealing talisman on each of the "brothers'" faces.

Three breaths passed.

The revealing talisman showed no greyish hue.

Nothing.

No soul!

Yan Jun: "......"

His heart was pounding like a drum.

He opened the other cold storage units, trying seven or eight in quick succession.

Nothing.

Ming Yue's earlier hint: "morgue."

The terrifying yin energy from Qiao Ting and her body resembling that of a many-eyed monster.

Yan Jun understood.

That Qiao Ting wasn’t “gifted” or “exceptionally strong-willed.”

She had clearly devoured all the souls in this entire morgue!

Using them as fuel for her own vengeance!

Shameless!

How could such a person become a doctor?!

Yan Jun's heart was filled with raging fury.

What should he do, what should he do?

Is Ming Yue going to handle this kind of ghost by herself?

Yan Jun was desperate.Before he could fully panic, the half-dead earpiece suddenly "sat up in shock," and Ming Yue’s strong voice came through:

“Team leader! I forgot to bring the death records and copies we registered!”

“Help!”

“I’ve already led Qiao Ting to the first floor!”

“Big brother, hurry and save me!”

“I! NEED! THE! DEATH! RECORDS!”

Yan Jun: "......"

Hearing Ming Yue's voice suddenly, Yan Jun couldn't tell if his heart was filled with sorrow or joy, but he immediately responded: "Hold on, I’ll be up there right away!"