Chapter 5

The medical hall was silent, with only the rustling of the plants in the wind. Red lanterns swayed in the night breeze, like pairs of somber, blood-red eyes.

After trying a few directions, Wang Qilin found that the further northwest he went, the colder his mouth felt. Xu Da also noticed this, and the two of them crouched down, holding their knives and quietly approached the northwest corner of the side room.

Xu Da whispered, "Do you know what this room is for?"

Wang Qilin's face twitched, and he said with some difficulty, "It's the morgue of the medical hall."

Xu Da asked again, "Did you check it during the day?"

Wang Qilin nodded, "I did, and there was nothing wrong."

"There's something wrong now."

Xu Da sneered and kicked the door open with a 'bang'.

The morgue was pitch black. After entering, Xu Da took out a fire striker and shook it, seeing thick white candles on the altar.

Each of them took a white candle, and the room became somewhat brighter.

Wang Qilin held up the candle and looked at the two low beds against the south wall. He remembered that each bed had a body covered in white cloth.

But when the candlelight shone over, only one low bed had a raised white cloth, while the other was empty.

Wang Qilin gripped the hilt of his knife and quickly walked over to take a closer look. The body that should have been on the low bed had fallen to the ground but was still covered in white cloth.

They guessed that a qi-eating ghost had possessed the body; otherwise, how could the body have rolled off the bed?

Xu Da signaled for him to use his waist knife to lift the white cloth. Just as he was about to do so, he saw the white cloth on the adjacent low bed tremble slightly.

Seeing this, he grabbed Xu Da and pointed.

Without needing to say anything, the white cloth trembled again.

Xu Da, with his martial arts skills, swiftly slashed with his knife, lifting the white cloth halfway.

An arm was revealed.

A rat was also revealed.

The rat's lower body was clutched by the dead man's hand, while its upper body was gnawing on the dead man's flesh, causing the white cloth to tremble.

Seeing this, Xu Da spat, "Damn rat, you scared me!"

Wang Qilin sighed in relief and turned to monitor the body on the ground, then suddenly realized, "No! How could a dead man grab a rat?"

'Clang!'

A crisp sound, the long sword was drawn!

The opening move of the 'Taiyin Soul-Cutting Blade'—a dark and windy night!

The blade swept like a long wind, and the white cloth was instantly blown away, revealing a pale, delicate young face.

Wang Qilin turned to Xu Da, "Is the qi-eating ghost—what's wrong with you?"

Xu Da's face was grim, his brows furrowed, and his eyes wide, as if he had seen something unbelievable:

"I've seen this person before, just yesterday. He is the youngest of the Zhang family's younger generation!"

"Was he also seriously ill?"

"His body was stronger than yours!"

Hearing this, Wang Qilin's heart sank, "Then he didn't die suddenly; he was drained of his yang energy by the qi-eating ghost?"

If so, this qi-eating ghost has already reached a high level!

This morning, when he asked Zhang Yuning if anyone had died last night, the little brat actually lied to him!

If they had known the qi-eating ghost had reached this level, they would have run away long ago!

Xu Da grunted, "It must be so. Let's go before the qi-eating ghost makes a move!"

His voice seemed like a signal. As soon as he finished speaking, the wooden door he had kicked open closed by itself with a 'bang'!

Xu Da was frustrated, wishing he had kicked the door off its hinges earlier.

A beam of moonlight filtered through the window, and the young man on the low bed stood up like a puppet.

His eyes were still tightly closed.

His face was still expressionless.

The situation was dire, and Xu Da made a quick decision, drawing his sword and shouting, "Old Seven, go first, I'll take care of it!"

He stepped forward, his eyes wide, and with a raised hand, he lifted the long sword and swung it down.

Instantly, the steel sword transformed into a meteor, slicing toward the young man's head!

I will make you die!

Xu Da was fierce like a tiger!

Then the qi-eating ghost-possessed young man's body was knocked to the ground by the low bed.

Next, the ghost threw the bed away and, with its eyes still closed, pressed its face against Xu Da's: Don't speak, kiss me.

Xu Da quickly covered his mouth and nose; the ghost was trying to suck his yang energy!

His yang energy was only for his lover at the Yicui Tower; no one else could have it!

A lean, agile figure emerged from behind and knocked the qi-eating ghost to the ground, then pulled Xu Da back.

Xu Da shouted, "The door is in front!"

Wang Qilin shouted, "There's also one on the back wall!"

He wasn't doing his homework for nothing!

The qi-eating ghost, thinking they had nowhere to run, didn't hurry to stand up but slowly rose like a puppet.

When it stood up, it found: damn, they were gone!

Taking advantage of this gap and the moonlight, Wang Qilin found the door to the inner room and pushed Xu Da in, then kicked open the unlocked door.

Behind the door was a bolt, and Wang Qilin quickly closed the door and bolted it.

Then the qi-eating ghost crashed into the door from the outside: 'bang'!

The Zhang family had been practicing medicine for many years and had made a lot of money, so their furniture was very high-quality. The low beds used for the dead were made of solid wood, and the door was also solid wood.

How could a human body be as sturdy as solid wood?

The qi-eating ghost was strong, but the body it possessed was fragile. After several attempts, it failed to break the door.

Seeing this, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief. Wang Qilin took out a fire striker and flicked it:

Red light shone, and the room was filled with tombstones!

These tombstones were black, with white-painted characters, placed on the altar in varying heights, densely packed!

Xu Da cursed, "Don't be afraid, this is the Zhang family's ancestral hall. Damn, the ancestral hall is next to the morgue; do the old folks want to live longer?"

Wang Qilin calmly said, "Something's not right. The ancestral hall is outside the morgue, and the morgue is full of dead people. Why is there a bolt on the door of the ancestral hall? What are the Zhang family trying to prevent from entering?"

As they were thinking, the outside suddenly became quiet.

For no reason, Wang Qilin remembered a phrase: "The most frightening thing is when the air suddenly becomes quiet."

He signaled Xu Da to light the candle and then secretly peeked through the door crack.

A grayish-white eyeball!

A dead man's eyeball without a pupil!

The qi-eating ghost had finally opened its eyes and was also peering through the door crack!

True—peeking through the door crack!

Wang Qilin drew a sharp breath and took two steps back.

This job at the Heavenly Supervision Bureau is not easy!

But the qi-eating ghost only peered through the door crack and didn't try to break the door again.

Being stared at by a ghost was not a pleasant experience, and the two of them felt heavy-hearted.

After a long time, Wang Qilin asked, "Do you have any magical talismans to send a message?"

Xu Da stood up resolutely, "No need to send a message for help. This qi-eating ghost is just strong, but it's just a regular little ghost. Look, we blocked it with a door. There's nothing to be afraid of!"

Wang Qilin didn't speak. You were knocked down in one move in front of it; is that a regular little ghost? What would an extraordinary one be like?

Xu Da regained his confidence and said, "As everyone knows, ghosts fear evil people. As long as we are more fierce, more ruthless, and more evil than it, we can scare it away!"

Saying this, he suddenly raised his voice and shouted at the door, "Damn little ghost, I'm right here! Come and eat me if you dare! Damn, damn, come and get me if you can!"

Not only did he roar, but he also kicked the door, looking extremely fierce.

But his kicks were too powerful, and after two kicks, half of the door panel collapsed!

Wang Qilin was stunned!

Are you inviting the ghost to a buffet?

The qi-eating ghost's head squeezed through the hole in the door frame. Half of its face was already smashed, and the other half was lifeless, its head slowly emerging...

Xu Da quickly blocked the door and shouted, "Quick, use the altar table to block the door panel!"

Wang Qilin dragged the altar table over as quickly as possible and shouted, "Why aren't you being fierce now?"

Fortunately, only half of the door panel had collapsed, and the qi-eating ghost could only squeeze its head through. After blocking it with the altar table, the ghost was stuck, unable to enter.

Seeing this, Xu Da smiled at Wang Qilin, "No, no, it still can't get in..."

Wang Qilin muttered, "Jinx!"

The young man's body suddenly slumped on the door panel, and a vague gray shadow emerged from it.

The qi-eating ghost, it's a ghost!

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