Chapter 2

Not only did the black cat's eyes widen, but its fur stood on end all over its body. Its thin, small body continued to tremble as if it had encountered something extremely terrifying.

The black cat's behavior was truly abnormal!

Regardless of the fact that Lin Yang had long been familiar with it, even if it felt afraid of strangers, it shouldn't have reacted in such a bizarre and strange manner.

What could have frightened this black cat so much?

Lin Yang thought the thing that scared the black cat must be behind him, but when he turned around, there was nothing there.

Turning his head back to look at the black cat, Lin Yang's face was full of confusion: "Little guy, what are you afraid of?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard a 'drip, drip' sound, like water droplets falling to the ground, coming from behind him.

Immediately after, a pungent smell of blood wafted over.

No way, could there really be something behind me? But I didn't see anything just now...

A chill ran up Lin Yang's spine, and goosebumps broke out all over his body. His heart pounded wildly, the sound as loud as a drum, as if it might burst out of his chest at any moment.

Although he was afraid, Lin Yang knew he had to remain calm at this moment.

After taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he turned around again, trying to figure out what was behind him.

In the dim moonlight, Lin Yang saw a person standing about two meters behind him.

To be precise, it was a person who looked like a demon.

Because he was drenched in blood, and a terrifying pool of blood had formed around his feet.

There really is someone behind me!

Lin Yang was so frightened by this bizarre scene that he almost screamed.

When he turned around earlier, there was nothing behind him. How could such a blood-soaked person suddenly appear now, and so close to him, within arm's reach?

"Who are you? What do you want?" Lin Yang tried to remain calm and shouted.

The blood-soaked figure did not answer his question but lifted his previously lowered head, locking eyes with Lin Yang.

The moment he saw the man's eyes, Lin Yang felt all the hair on his body stand on end.

He had seen many people's eyes, some authoritative, fierce, cunning, greedy, gentle... but none of them were as bizarre as this man's eyes.

These eyes seemed to have no emotion, giving a strange sense of nothingness, making one shudder.

While staring into these empty eyes, Lin Yang suddenly realized that his body was no longer under his control.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move even a single finger.

This feeling was like being pressed down by a ghost in a dream, so uncomfortable that it couldn't be described in words.

"Damn, what's going on?"

Sweat instantly broke out on Lin Yang's forehead.

"Meow!"

The black cat, which had been curled up in the wooden cabinet, suddenly screamed and leaped out, quickly jumping onto Lin Yang's body, using it as a springboard to leap onto the nearby wall and vanish in an instant.

There was no doubt that the black cat had been terrified by the blood-soaked figure.

However, the moment it leaped onto Lin Yang's body, Lin Yang regained control of his body. Without time to think about what had happened, he seized the opportunity and bit his tongue hard.

Although he had never encountered such a bizarre situation, Lin Yang had heard some legends, knowing that the hot blood from the tip of the tongue was the most yang substance in the human body, capable of dispelling evil.

Although he couldn't be sure if the legend was true, at this moment, Lin Yang could only try it as a last resort.

The intense pain and the salty, sweet taste of blood instantly filled Lin Yang's mouth, dispelling the strange feeling of being pressed down by a ghost, and his spirit was immediately restored.

"Huh?"

The blood-soaked figure clearly did not expect this, and a hint of surprise flashed in his empty eyes. Then, his body swayed, and he spat out a stream of blood, collapsing to the side.

By this time, Lin Yang was drenched in cold sweat.

Breathing heavily, Lin Yang's first reaction was to quickly leave the alley, getting as far away from the blood-soaked figure as possible.

However, after running a few steps, he stopped.

After the danger had passed, a strong curiosity surged in his heart, wanting to figure out whether the blood-soaked figure was human or ghost.

As the saying goes, curiosity can kill a cat, and the same goes for humans. Once curiosity arises, it can't be suppressed, and one must find out the truth. Moreover, although the blood-soaked figure was bizarre and strange, he had already fainted and was no longer a threat.

Turning around, Lin Yang cautiously approached the blood-soaked figure.

Upon close inspection, Lin Yang realized that the man was quite old.

Although his face was covered in blood, the wrinkles on his face indicated that he was an elderly man, nearly seventy years old.

Lin Yang touched the strange old man, and fortunately, it felt like flesh, not nothingness, at least proving that the old man was a living being, not a ghost.

"Clearly a human, why did you have to make yourself look so terrifying? Appearing out of nowhere, did you really want to scare me to death? Hiss..."

After muttering a few complaints, Lin Yang drew a sharp breath.

Because in the moonlight, he saw that the blood-soaked old man was covered in wounds.

These ghastly and terrifying wounds left no part of his body unscathed. Some wounds were so deep that the white bones beneath the flesh were visible.

With such severe and terrifying injuries, it was no wonder the old man was drenched in blood, looking like a demon.

"Injuries this severe are even more terrifying than the legendary lingchi. What on earth happened to this man to cause such injuries?"

Stunned, Lin Yang did not waste any more time. He bent down, picked up the blood-soaked old man, and ran to the nearest Huaxi University First Hospital.

Although the old man was bizarre and had frightened Lin Yang, he had not caused any actual harm. If left alone, the old man would not have survived the night. As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, and Lin Yang could not bear to let someone die without help.

At the hospital, the old man's injuries shocked the emergency room staff. After stitching and bandaging his wounds, they quickly sent him to the intensive care unit for treatment and observation.

During this process, Lin Yang ran around, paying for the hospitalization, getting medication, and fetching test results.

Fortunately, the old man had over 700 yuan in his wallet. Otherwise, the money in Lin Yang's pocket would not have been enough to cover the treatment and hospitalization fees.

However, even with over 1,000 yuan, it was not enough. He would have to find a way to contact the old man's family the next day.

No matter what, Lin Yang could not return to the medical school dormitory that night.

It was not until after midnight that Lin Yang finished all the miscellaneous tasks. Then, he borrowed a book titled "Clinical and Basic Research on Coma" from the doctor's on-duty room and sat by the old man's bed to read.

Perhaps because he was too tired, he fell asleep beside the bed after reading just a few pages...

The next morning, when the sunlight filtered through the curtains of the intensive care unit, Lin Yang woke up from his sleep.

Just as he was about to stretch, he suddenly saw a pair of eyes filled with scrutiny staring at him from a short distance away.

These eyes were full of nothingness.

Lin Yang's sleepiness vanished instantly, and a chill ran up his spine. He quickly leaned back, trying to distance himself from the empty eyes.

"Was it you who brought me to the hospital?"

At that moment, a deep, powerful voice echoed in the intensive care unit.

With the appearance of this voice, the eerie eyes instantly returned to normal, losing their terrifying sense of nothingness.

"Yes, it was me who brought you here," Lin Yang replied calmly, while curiously observing the old man sitting on the bed.

Logically, given the old man's critical condition with severe injuries last night, he should still be in a coma. But now, he was not only awake but also looked energetic and alert, not at all like a critically injured patient.

Moreover, it seemed that the old man had been awake for some time. The book "Clinical and Basic Research on Coma" that Lin Yang had borrowed from the doctor's on-duty room was in his hands, and he had already read several pages.

"There's something I'm puzzled about," the old man closed the book and placed it on the cabinet beside the bed, then stared at Lin Yang and said slowly, "Last night, you must have been terrified by my appearance. Why didn't you run away, but instead brought me to the hospital?"

You know your appearance was terrifying last night, at least you have some self-awareness. Fortunately, I was the one who encountered you; if it had been someone timid, they might have fainted on the spot and wouldn't have brought you to the hospital.

After silently criticizing the old man, Lin Yang replied, "Yes, your appearance last night was terrifying. But if I had just run away, you would have died on the street. I can't bear to see someone die without helping, no matter what others might do."