Mysterious Awakening

Chapter 238: Sudden death

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Before supernatural events, it's not uncommon for people to experience hallucinations or get trapped in a place unable to find their way out; on the contrary, it's quite common.

This is the power of fierce ghosts gradually affecting the surroundings.

When this power becomes strong enough, it forms a ghost domain.

However, as ghosts differ, the ghost domains they form also vary. So far, Yang Jian has not encountered two identical ghost domains.

The ghost domain born from his Ghost Eye mostly induces hallucinations in people, and even the ghosts that enter the domain can experience illusions. As for other ghost domains with different characteristics, that remains unknown.

"You're saying we've fallen into a ghost domain..." Yang Jian glanced at Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming said, "It's possible. After the ghost appeared, the entire hospital was affected. Even if a ghost domain hasn't formed, it's a place similar to one. Although I can't be certain, you might as well assume you've entered this ghost infant's domain."

"Things have gotten complicated," Zhang Han murmured. "If it's anything like the Huanggang Village incident, we're doomed."

In the Huanggang Village ghost coffin incident, although those who entered the village didn't fall into a ghost domain, who could have imagined the entire village was transformed by a fierce ghost.

"Just keep moving forward and pay attention to the surroundings," Wang Xiaoming seemed not too worried, still calmly proceeding forward.

The hospital, shrouded in dark cyan haze, seemed to have grown much larger, with just a lobby taking a full ten minutes to reach the first turn.

A deep corridor with no end in sight.

On both sides of the corridor were the hospital's outpatient department and some wards, with their doors tightly shut, exuding an aura of gloom and foreboding.

If possible, no one would enter such a place.

But now it was different. All the ghost controllers of Dachang City were here, and they had to find a way to deal with the ghost, or else no one would leave the city alive.

"Something's not right."

Zhao Kaiming, leaning on his cane, said with a grim face, "If we stubbornly go through this corridor, something will definitely happen, and casualties are very likely if the ghost is indeed in the hospital."

"Isn't it even more dangerous to take the elevator? Wouldn't that be like walking into a trap?" Sun Yi pondered.

"Indeed, taking an elevator in a haunted hospital, if we really encounter danger, it's like being caught all at once. This corridor does seem a bit off, but since we're here, the ghost is bound to appear. No matter how cautious we are, a collision is inevitable. Now, we shouldn't be avoiding the ghost but finding it and dealing with it," Yang Jian said calmly, pushing a cart behind him with a golden box on top.

This was a containment vessel prepared for the fierce ghost.

"I'm just making a suggestion," Zhao Kaiming said. "As for what to do, that's up to Professor Wang."

"Don't waste time, keep moving forward," Wang Xiaoming had no hesitation and stepped into the deep corridor.

Everyone followed in silence, alert to their surroundings, even observing the ceiling and the ground.

If a fierce ghost attacked, they would use their own ghostly powers for self-protection at the first opportunity.

Soon, the eight of them quickly disappeared into the corridor, completely swallowed by the dark cyan haze. After only a dozen steps, the hospital's lobby behind them had vanished, no longer visible, and the main entrance leading outside the hospital was also submerged in the haze.

If one were to look back now, they would find that the way back had disappeared.

Keep moving forward.

The group passed by one closed door after another, glancing briefly at the signs above them—orthopedics, neurology, dermatology—everything seemed normal, not at all strange.

However, in some rooms, through the gap under the door, flickering eerie lights could be seen.

As if someone was playing with the switch, turning the lights on and off, on and off, with a ticking sound.

As they passed by these doors, everyone felt a chill in their hearts, daring not to make a sound, nor did anyone have the death wish to push the door open and look inside to see what was happening.

"All the patients have disappeared," Wang Xiaoming suddenly said.

"At a time like this, Professor Wang, can you not say something so frightening?" Sun Yi's face was tense, looking both like he wanted to cry and laugh, extremely unsightly.

Wang Xiaoming continued, "It's only been half an hour since the incident. Even if the ghost really came from Seventh Street to the hospital, it's unlikely that it could have killed all the patients in such a short time. If the patients were still alive, they would be calling for help, but now there's not a sound to be heard."

"The hospital's alarm has also stopped, as if it's been turned off. Patients definitely wouldn't do that; it might be the work of that thing."

"I now have reason to believe that the fierce ghost has completely taken over here. This place is now their territory, and we've become the intruders. If that's the case, maybe we don't need to find it; it will soon come looking for us."

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, looking at Wang Xiaoming.

If all cries for help had ceased, then Wang Xiaoming's previous deduction was correct—the third-stage ghost infant would kill anyone who heard its voice.

But here he was, talking while walking, blatantly trying to attract the ghost with his voice.

Rather than passively searching for the unknown terror, it was better to actively lure the ghost to them.

In theory, with so many ghost controllers, there was still a chance of winning.

"Wait."

Suddenly, a ghost controller walking in front called out in a hushed voice."Hmm?"

Everyone instinctively halted their steps, then looked ahead, their faces turning stern.

Ahead.

The door to a clinic with an orthopedic sign had somehow swung wide open.

Light spilled out from within, casting a glow on the dim corridor and illuminating an area of about four or five square meters around it.

However, it wasn't just the opening of a clinic door that put everyone on high alert. What was unsettling was the tall shadow that lingered in front of the door.

It seemed as if something was standing at the entrance, waiting for their arrival.

"Who's there?" someone asked in a low voice.

No one in front responded, and the shadow on the ground remained motionless, like a statue.

"It's not a patient, nor a survivor from the hospital. What should we do, Professor Wang..." The man's forehead broke out in a cold sweat as he turned to ask.

"There's no need to be so afraid. Keep moving forward. If it's a ghost, find a way to imprison it," Wang Xiaoming said calmly.

Easier said than done!

Many thought to themselves.

Even as ghost controllers, when facing ghosts, they only had a bit more ability to protect themselves. If it came down to a real fight, ten ghost controllers wouldn't be enough to take down a single ghost.

Moreover, at this moment, they had no information or intelligence on the ghost. To attempt imprisonment would likely cost them several days' worth of lives.

But despite their complaints, they had no choice but to steel themselves and move forward.

They were getting closer and closer to the open clinic door.

The shadow remained still, showing no reaction.

"Seen, touched, heard. If the first three stages of the ghost infant's killing pattern are like this, then we should have only satisfied the third condition. If there's a ghost in the clinic, it should have acted by now, considering it has heard us," Yang Jian frowned, his expression grave and puzzled.

Indeed, the true pattern could only be confirmed through personal testing. No wonder Wang Xiaoming didn't speculate on the fourth stage of the ghost infant.

Rash conclusions could easily lead to death.

"Creak!"

However, just as the leading ghost controller approached within two meters of the door, the orthopedic clinic's door suddenly closed.

The light vanished, the shadow disappeared, and the door was tightly shut.

Everything returned to normal.

What?

The ghost controller at the front was dumbfounded.

What did this mean?

Had it run away?

Did the ghost know they were not to be trifled with and felt scared?

"Damn it, what's trying to scare us here? Come out if you dare. With so many of us here, are we afraid of one ghost? Today, I'll imprison you."

Feeling mocked, another ghost controller, perhaps angered by fear, strode forward and kicked the clinic door.

"Bang!"

The door to the clinic was kicked open.

Inside was pitch black, and a cold wind hit them in the face, carrying a faint stench of decay.

"Are you insane? Stirring up trouble at this time? If you don't want to live, we do," Zhang Han exclaimed in shock.

Indeed, Yang Jian was right; there's always an idiot in a group.

There was always someone in a team who courted death.

The man sneered, "What's there to fear? We're here to stir things up. If we don't draw out that ghost, we'll be the ones at a disadvantage in the long run. That ghost can afford to wait, but we, who have only controlled one ghost, cannot. I'd rather not slowly die from the ghost's revival. Let's just go for it."

"Uh..." Zhang Han was at a loss for words.

That seemed to make sense.

Wang Xiaoming seemed to tacitly approve of this seemingly reckless behavior, and he asked, "What did you see inside?"

"Nothing, just darkness. It doesn't look like a clinic, more like..." But before he could finish, a pair of black and blue arms suddenly reached out from the darkness, grabbing the man's neck.

"Hmm?"

The man's eyes bulged, and his head instantly tilted to one side, his neck snapped.

Then those black and blue arms dragged the man into the darkness behind.

"Bang!" The door closed, and all was silent again.

Everyone was stunned.

They hadn't even had time to react.

From the incident to its conclusion, it was only a second, barely enough time to use the power of the ghost.

Even Yang Jian had only just managed to open his Ghost Eye.

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