Memory seems to have added something inexplicably.
The footsteps sounded like the parasitic worms clinging to bones, unmistakably belonging to Wei Yuming's strides!
But Wei Yuming… Old Liu, the deputy dean, had clearly gotten him upstairs to the sixth floor.
The sixth floor also has talismans!
Specific talismans for Wei Yuming!
According to Han's earlier words from Mingjing True Man, Han's Zizi should have gone to the hospital building, and they should have split into two paths. Han's Zizi should have met Wei Yuming!
This time, Han's Zizi definitely wouldn't be stupid enough to release Wei Yuming!
But now, not only has Wei Yuming come out, he's appeared so quickly right beside us!
What on earth is going on here!?
The fog was so thick that it was impossible to see anything clearly.
Mao Yousan's footsteps were extremely peculiar; he wasn't walking straight but seemed to be circling in place.
He was walking in circles like this, yet no one could catch up to us. The sound of footsteps we heard instead grew fainter.
Only Wei Yuming's hurried footsteps, sometimes big, sometimes small, sometimes fast, sometimes slow!
When Wei Yuming's footsteps suddenly vanished.
Mao Yousan's footsteps suddenly changed direction.
With his next step, I felt that everything in my line of sight suddenly cleared up!
What shocked and numbed my heart, causing goosebumps on my scalp, was that we were no longer on that hill.
We were standing right at the main entrance of the Mental Health Center.
Two iron doors quietly leaned against the wall.
The cold wind swept over our heads like arrows!
On the square iron door, there was a yellow talisman with a hole in the center!
It looked as if it had been pierced by both Mao Yousan and the cold wind!
I stared blankly at everything, even more bewildered at the green mist shrouded hospital playground.
The fog was even thicker, and the playground was almost invisible.
A commotion could be heard, with no idea how many people were shrieking and also a strange muffled sound mixed in.
It was clearly Old Liu, the deputy dean, constantly shouting "Yuming"!
Mao Yousan spat a mouthful of saliva and cursed, "It's enough to make people uncomfortable."
I looked at Mao Yousan in an awkward manner, with more doubts in my eyes.
But to my surprise, Mao Yousan raised his hand and a slap came towards me.
I had a slight change in expression first, then remained still.
The dull sound was like a hard object striking against bone.
A muffled groan startled me to turn my head, fixing my gaze on the sunken head that dangled over my shoulder. My heart almost leapt into my throat.
Because Sun Zhuo's hands were actually crossed in front of my neck.
The previous situation was too urgent, and I hadn't noticed that Sun Zhuo had woken up.
Fortunately, Mao Yousan's hand was decisive...
"Old Mao… What have you done?" I tried to suppress my heart palpitations and asked out my doubts.
"What have I done…" Mao Yousan said uneasily, "Naturally, I did what shouldn't have been done now. Damn it."
As he spoke, Mao Yousan spat again and explained, "This spiritual ward of the mental hospital, not just the kind of feng shui arrangement I said, is not just for raising ghosts. The key is that hill behind!"
The hill is a special feng shui site called the Ghost Hill. This mountain is full of malevolent energies and is best suited for nurturing large ghosts.
But the geomancer who built this place had an odd way of thinking. He built walls on both sides of the mountain, forming a false feng shui similar to that of a judge's hat. Although the feng shui is false, ghosts can't tell the difference. They feel that the judge's hat has an effect of coercion and suppression over them.
There must be some rules in this mental hospital. For example, it's clear that there isn't just one of the Twenty-Eight Hell Prisoners. The other ghosts are unusually quiet, as if they are completely suppressed.
You see, the ghosts killed by the Twenty-Eight Hell Prisoners are different from ordinary ghosts; they are more fierce!
When Mao Yousan finished speaking, my heart beat accelerated again, and I thought of Old Liu.
Rules…
Aren't the rules that Old Liu can control Wei Yuming, and the patients he killed are still obediently taking their medication?
"Did you break that false feng shui?" I asked Mao Yousan immediately.
Mao Yousan rolled his eyes at me and said, "Isn't that an obvious question?"
He let out another cold snort and continued, "Originally, I wanted that person to come back. It's like trying to steal a chicken but losing a rice bowl. I want to see what he intends with raising this ghost here for over twenty years, and what he's calculating."
"Just wanted to let him taste some bitterness and see, by breaking the feng shui, how he'll control the ghost!"
"I didn't expect, but instead, this pretentious old guy has ruined half of it."
Clearly, Mao Yousan was referring to Mingjing True Man!
"Wei Yuming… shouldn't be able to match them…"
"If he can't beat the old guy, why can't he kill the other few Taoists?"
"This place was originally the territory that the Twenty-Eight Hell Prisoners should control. It is because of the false feng shui that they can only act on the surface, appearing like a small brother. The Twenty-Eight Hell Prisoners are not simple."
"Hmm..."
Mao Yousan then let out a heavy breath and lamented, "Not being able to witness the Twenty-Eight Hell Prisoners achieving the changes that person desired is regrettable."
I understand what Mao Yousan means.
The person who built this place and created the Twenty-Eight Hell Prisoners like Wei Yuming, didn't move Wei Yuming for some reason. Perhaps, Mao Yousan calculated that Wei Yuming is not strong enough yet, which is also what I noticed as strange.
Otherwise, why would that person have left Old Liu and continued to control Wei Yuming?
This is adding a controllable factor to something that cannot be changed.
"How long can you keep them contained?" I asked Mao Yousan again.
"Other Taoists don't need to come out for the time being. It depends on when that old guy wants to show himself. Han Zucai can come out, and he is about the same level as the Twenty-Eight Hell Prisoners."
Mao Yousan's words have basically explained Wei Yuming's strength in this period.
Such a ferocious ghost, combined with the current mental health center, completely under his control, this is what can be called cohabitation in a hellish realm.
Those Taoists are likely in big trouble!
"Let's go, find a quiet place before that old guy shows up," Mao Yousan suggested to me.
"Quiet place? The Underworld?"
"Old Mao, can't you defeat Mingjing True Man?" I unconsciously asked two sentences.
In an instant, Mao Yousan fell silent, his face turning black.
"Can't defeat him? I wouldn't even want to fight him, let alone that, have you ever seen a geomancer fight a Taoist bare-handed? That's ridiculous!," he said with a twitching mouth.
My face suddenly stiffened, and I didn't know how to respond.
Mao Yousan turned to leave, and my heart skipped a beat. I instantly thought of the Head!
How is the Head supposed to come out in this situation!?
"Old Mao, wait a moment before you leave!" I shouted to Mao Yousan again and told him about the Head.
Mao Yousan slightly hesitated, looked at me with a glance, and said, "Isn't my bamboo fan useless? He is wiser, and if he notices the abnormal changes here and finds it identical to the real hellish realm, he will definitely come out immediately."
"The Twenty-Eight Hell Prisoners are focusing on the Taoists, not on him."
