"I have the heart to kill people."
Wei Youming, only less than ten meters away from me...
He walked at a steady pace, and my heart plummeted to the bottom of the valley.
Chen Jun let out a sinister laugh and still tightly grabbed my wrist, refusing to let go.
My arms were stretched to their limits, yet he refused to release his grip. I couldn't even manage to run!
Wei Youming was supporting his necktie with one hand while the other hand, with its five fingers spread out, was moving in a motion, as if he were a bit nervous.
"Don't be afraid, it will be over soon, and you will be at peace."
"Living is a sin, your existence will cause more suffering to others."
"I am helping you."
Wei Youming spoke softly, but the words, they made me feel even colder!
At this crucial moment.
All of a sudden, there was another deep, hoarse shout.
"Youming!"
I shivered!
Outside the iron gate, Chen Jun's face changed dramatically.
Wei Youming's body suddenly froze in place.
On the right, there were two people, rushing over here quickly!
One person, in a white coat and a hat, was moving at a great speed, as if he were a doctor in a hospital who had discovered a patient running away.
The other "person" was Lao Gong, who was running unsteadily, making a squeaking sound like paper decorations.
Wei Youming's face suddenly contorted in a struggle, and without warning, another expression appeared on his face, a mix of regret, pain, and disbelief.
"Youming!"
"You can't come out! Go back, stay there, and sleep well!"
The tone became harsh and piercing.
The living corpse in the white coat had approached very close. He quickly took out a rope from his pocket, wrapped it around Wei Youming's body, and pulled it tightly, causing the noose to tighten.
Wei Youming then regained his icy expression, but in an instant, it became a mix of regret and pain, and he shook uncontrollably.
"Old Lao Liu..."
"No... I don't have any illness... You're mistaken."
"How am I here?!"
Wei Youming's voice was filled with innocence, as if he were an elderly man alone and misunderstood, feeling utterly wronged and suppressed.
Lao Liu, also known as the vice president, did not pay any attention to Wei Youming's words at all.
Pulling on the rope, he began to run in the direction of the hospital building.
"You need to sleep, only then will you feel better!"
"You really are sick! Don't make us worry..."
The voice is getting further and further away...
The vice president, also dragging Wei Youming, walked away.
Clearly, Wei Youming is a 28th-level prisoner, and in terms of rank, he is much higher than a living dead fiend.
However, he still didn't resist...
At this moment, Lao Gong's head tilted from the paper figure and fell directly down, rolling onto the night pot with a gurgling sound.
I took a heavier breath and swung my head around, staring fiercely at Chen Jun, whose face was still pressed against the iron bars!
"How... how can this be possible..."
Chen Jun looked at me with a gaze that seemed to want to kill me.
However, he was no longer dead set on holding my wrist but was frantically trying to break free.
I suddenly released my grip, and he stumbled and fell into the rear mist, the dull sound of him rolling on the ground echoing.
I didn't want to let him go, but just this kind of deadlock was pointless.
I also didn't have time to open the iron door.
Chen Jun did not reappear, and the mist behind him dissipated instead.
The peculiar thing was that I found the lock on the iron gate had been picked open already.
But instead of leaving immediately, I stared at the spot next to me where the leading spirit had been dispersed.
For a while and a half, the gray mist was still in a dispersed state and had not yet recovered.
Further away, the figures of the vice president and Wei Youming were no longer visible.
He must have taken Wei Youming up the stairs, probably to the sixth floor's intensive care unit.
Wei Youming, might he be trapped inside!?
If he gets trapped, that would be a great thing!
Time passed slowly, at least ten minutes.
The leading spirit still had not condensed out...
My expression changed gradually.
Like before, I had my tongue pierced and used the wailing stick, and the leading spirit recovered quickly.
Why, it can't recover here?
The surrounding yin energy was no weaker than the one inside...
Fine shivers kept piercing into my body.
Is it because Chen Jun's blood has something wrong?
If it's a ghost, the slower the soul condenses, the more serious the problem, and in this case, it's easy to lose consciousness.
Even though the leader is just a thread of soul, facing a situation like that of a ghost, even if the thread condenses back out, it might be damaged.
My heart became even heavier, almost sinking to the bottom.
After waiting for another ten minutes or so, the leading spirit still had not condensed out.
I took out a strip of human skin paper.
After a moment of thought, I stirred the area where the leading spirit dissipated with the paper, quickly.
It can be seen that the patchy gray mist was absorbed onto the paper.
The gray mist of the soul body is distinctly different from the gray of the yin energy.
Under the effect of the human skin paper, the leading spirit did not dissipate at all, but was completely absorbed up.
I ensured that there were no gaps, and the human skin paper became heavy, allowing me to barely breathe a sigh of relief.
I should give these scattered souls to the leader himself, and he should know how to handle them.
I did not fold paper figures but re-folded the human skin paper into squares and put them in my pocket.
I took another look at the pair of leather shoes on the ground.
As a node of the haunted wall in the mental hospital, it must be Wei Youming's habitation.
And I even have a guess.
It seems that once Wei Youming tried to escape from here, but he couldn't climb over the wall used to block other patients. His pants were torn and his leather shoes were left on top.
Later, Wei Youming committed suicide.
So, no one has had time to clean up the stuff on top.
Just what is Chen Jun really?
His formal suit and makeup are identical to Wei Youming's...
Is it possible that some of the things that happened at the beginning were also a lie?
I always thought there was only one suit of dead man's clothes, because the owner of the antique shop, Hu Jiang, told me it was Wei Youming's favorite piece of clothing.
Now, looking back, that was just a preconceived notion...
Perhaps any of Wei Youming's belongings have the ability to serve as a host...
Could it be that Chen Jun was affected and controlled because he stole a host item?
For a moment, my thoughts were in turmoil.
But, this hospital, I am absolutely determined, will not enter even half a step more.
I picked up the pair of leather shoes and turned to push open the iron door, stepping out with a single step.
The reason for holding the leather shoes is that I need to break this node so that no one else will mistake this haunted wall in the mental hospital.
My vision suddenly became misty, as if I were enveloped by mist.
The next second, my vision cleared up.
I am still standing outside the hospital.
Only two cars were left outside.
I could recognize that both cars were from Huangsi.
There were many people gathered around the cars.
Yang Event, the heads of the down-nine flow, a total of nine.
And Shi Yu...
In fact, I had overlooked earlier and didn't notice Shi Yu.
She has been following us?
Besides them eleven, there was only Mr. Huang standing by.
It was still early in the morning, and everyone was staring at me at the same time, their eyes showing a mix of surprise and doubt.
