Heading, at the point Mr. Yellow.
He was giving clear signals!
Zhang Xu and others acted immediately upon seeing Mo Ying's destiny, it was for Sun Zhuo!
Mr. Yellow denied and said he didn't understand.
The leader said again, Sun Zhuo's temperament, and the consequences of excessive "greed"!
Yeah, my life is already good enough, so good that even Old Qin didn't want to take me as a disciple, saying he couldn't afford it.
Even so, Sun Zhuo still wanted to find ways to make it better.
If the supplementary medicine is too excessive, then it is not a supplement, but a poison!
Suddenly, I thought of another point, that is, Mo Ying's sister!
Mo Ying had once said that her sister's talent was better than hers!
Then her sister, is also Tianyi Yanggui, can also sprout out Yangshen?
A cold shiver ran through my heart.
Mo Ying had also said that her sister, for some unknown reason, got to know Sun Zhuo and followed him wholeheartedly.
Is it possible that this was Sun Zhuo's plan from the beginning!?!
He approached Mo Ying's sister only for his own benefit?
Once the goal is achieved, it is killed and used to its full potential, "make the most of it"?
The scenery outside the window receded at an increasingly fast pace.
Mr. Huang did not make another sound.
As for the leader, he just had a faint smile on his face.
Ultimately, I came to a conclusion.
We cannot let Mo Ying come into contact with Taoists again, otherwise, great trouble will surely ensue!
...
The suburb where the City God Temple is located is quite far away from the Suihuazhen area, almost spanning the entire city.
When we stopped the car, it was pitch-black outside.
The crescent moon was like a curved hook, the moonlight was so cold that it reached the extreme, and when it was cast down, it was covered with a translucent, jade-like glow.
When the fluorescence approached the ground, it also floated a faint shade of dark green.
A hospital with a vast area of land came into view.
The high and towering wall of the hospital was covered in peeling white paint, revealing the bricks at its base, which had been overgrown with moss. Climbing plants and other vines grew on it.
At the top of the wall were rusted wire fences, and in the middle, a gate that was even higher than the wall!
The iron gate was heavy, with wire and thorns at the top, making it impossible to escape.
At the connection point between the gate and the wall, there was a vertical plaque with the name "Jiuhe County Mental Health Center" written on it.
Time had worn away much of the paint on the characters.
Everyone got off the car.
There are a total of twelve people, including me, the leader, Mr. Yang, and the head of the management department.
On the regulation side, the head of regulation, Han Xiezi, the ethereal, graceful and serene female Taoist practitioner, as well as Zhang Xu and other green-robed Taoist priests, also have eight people.
Mr. Huang stopped at the very front of the iron gate, gazing into the crack inside, his eyes showing caution and deep thought.
"There are two possibilities," Mr. Huang opened his mouth.
Everyone remained silent, listening to Mr. Huang's analysis.
"The Pestilence Ghost has eaten either the Five-Prison Ghosts that belong to the Mental Hospital, or the Twenty-Eight-Prison Inmates, but the probability is very low, because both types of evil ghosts are extremely rare, and the Pestilence Ghost has not had enough time to grow."
Mr. Huang furrowed his brow and continued, "The second possibility is that they have reached a certain level of cooperation. The Pestilence Ghost has attached the earth energy to the evil ghost's abode, in order to find a ghost capable of attaching itself. This means that this Pestilence Ghost is different from what we understand. In addition, the Chen Jun who contacted us is also problematic, and does not match your analysis."
Everyone, except for Han Xiezi, the leader, and the female Taoist practitioner who remained calm and unaffected, nodded their heads in agreement.
Even though I nodded, I knew in my heart that there was no Pestilence Ghost here at all...
"Everyone, give me a drop of blood." Mr. Huang said again.
"I will not enter now, but wait here. When you are in danger, Sir Ye will be able to sense it and go to help. In addition, there may be only one Pestilence Ghost in this area, or the Pestilence Ghost combined with the Five-Prison Ghosts, or the Twenty-Eight-Prison Inmates. Even the patients who were killed originally could be included."
"You must be careful and cautious."
Mr. Yang, Book Grandma, and the rest of the nine-tailed foxes all furrowed their brows.
However, the leader directly gave the order, saying, "Follow Mr. Huang's advice and give a drop of blood."
Subsequently, Mr. Huang took out a jade tablet.
The jade tablet was still in the shape of Sir Ye with arms connected, but it was much thicker than the one he gave me before. Gray threads flowed through it, like veins within the jade tablet.
"Just drip on this," Mr. Huang handed the jade tablet to Mr. Yang.
Everyone dropped their blood one by one.
Soon, Mr. Yang approached me.
I raised my finger and broke the wound, dripping a drop of blood onto the jade tablet.
It was visible to the naked eye that the drop of blood had permeated into the jade tablet, entering the gray aura.
A sense of coldness spread through me, and I shivered.
Then this is the connection?
Fortunately, the disguise by Old Qin was sufficient.
There was no extreme danger encountered, and the earth's energy did not appear...
As for me, I just have an underworld life, and my blood is no problem.
The leader did not drip blood.
Mr. Yang ignored him and went to Han Xiezi's side.
Han Xiezi stood quietly, motionless.
The leader glanced at Mr. Yang, and Mr. Yang quickly walked over to the female Taoist.
He dared not look at the female Taoist's face for too long.
But the female Taoist's face remained unchanged, showing no movement.
"Come here," Zhang Xu said at just the right moment.
Mr. Yang only went to Zhang Xu's side then.
After Zhang Xu and the other green-robed Taoist dropped their blood, Mr. Yang returned the jade tablet to Mr. Huang.
At this moment, the jade tablet was not only surrounded by gray mist but also had intermittent bloodlight.
Mr. Huang looked at the female Taoist for a longer period and did not seem to be dazed like me and Mr. Yang. Instead, he furrowed his brow and said, "Han DaoZhen, are you sure this disciple does not require Sir Ye's protection?"
"Not a problem." Han Xiezi said.
Mr. Huang did not speak anymore.
Instead, the leader smiled and said, "In terms of formation, the Hongsi people are on the outer ring while the Taoists are inside. We have a better sense of spiritual entities and ghosts. In addition, it's heavily influenced by yin energy, which will not cause a major disturbance instantly."
Han Xiezi did not object.
Soon, everyone formed an array.
Book Grandma and others presented a ring formation, with the Taoists inside.
Of course, Mr. Yang, myself, and the leader were all in the inner circle.
The person at the front, dressed in the attire of a ghost-nurse, was a member of the nine-tailed foxes. He held a mourning stick wrapped in white silk and a short blade in one hand, directly picking open the lock on the iron gate.
With a creaking sound, he pushed the gate open with great force!
At that moment, a dense gray mist mixed with dark green filled the space behind the gate!
It was pitch-black, with no visibility at all!
"Keep a distance! Don't panic! It's normal for the accompanying sinful hell of Five Prisons and Twenty-Eight Prisons to be slightly different from the normal sinful hell. The yin energy here is much heavier, so it will be much better inside!"
"If there are any problems inside, the horn will be our signal!"
The leader gave an order immediately.
The ghost nurse then maintained a steady pace and stepped into the gray mist.
There was no horn, which allowed everyone to breathe a sigh of relief.
The rest of the people entered one by one.
Mr. Yang and I almost entered the iron gate shoulder to shoulder.
However, the moment we entered, the gray mist seemed to cling tightly to me, making it difficult for me to breathe and even causing blindness!
I felt a surge of panic in my heart, about to blow the horn.
But the sensation of attachment vanished instantly...
My vision returned to normal.
The mist dissipated...
But I felt like I was in an ice cave...
I noticed that Mr. Yang was no longer beside me.
Nor were there anyone else!
I was left all alone, standing at the entrance of the iron gate...
I pursed my lips and blew a shrill whistle. The ear-piercing sound echoed in the night sky.
I retreated abruptly.
Bam!
My body heavily collided with the iron gate, and my shoulder ached painfully!
I felt even more chilled.
The gate was open, wasn't it? When did it close!?
