The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 712 Hope and Despair (15)

"Do you want to get rid of despair?"

The alluring voice rang in the old man's ears. In the ward, the old man's cloudy eyes fell into a trance. He seemed to recall the conversation with the doctor in the hospital office this afternoon.

"What?" The old man raised his head slowly and looked at the doctor behind the desk. The doctor was very young. He was wearing a white coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He was gentle but confident. Just by looking at his appearance, you could tell that he should be an elite who graduated from some prestigious university.

"Mr. Jinchuan, let me ask you, do you want to get rid of despair?" the doctor asked.

"You mean..." the old man asked, "Are you referring to the Aquarius? I have already brought the Aquarius home. In this way, Yusami's soul can go to the other side of eternal happiness with me, right? Doctor? I have done what you said."

"Yes... Aquarius." The doctor showed a strange smile that made no sense. He said, "But even so, your current situation has not changed. I can see that you are still very desperate. Joining our Hope Church is just an act of grasping at any life-saving straw under the oppression of despair, like a drowning person. But in fact, you have not understood the teachings of the Hope Church, so you will not be able to obtain the hope of salvation."

"Doctor." The old man said in a panic, "But... I have already done what you said. I am working three jobs now and have sold my house. Even so, I can only barely afford Yousami's medical expenses. That Aquarius has used up all my savings. I really have no money left..."

"Mr. Jinchuan, what do you think our Hope Church is? A cult that only wants money?" The doctor slowly stood up, walked behind the old man, put his hand on the old man's shoulder, and whispered in his ear:

"What I'm talking about... is, of course, getting rid of your despair at its root. Your wife has been lying in bed for three years since the car accident. I heard from your predecessor that your love for her is very touching. Even when you were told that the chances of her waking up were very slim, you still insisted on treating her... But, I can see, Mr. Jinchuan, you can't hold on any longer, right?"

"I..." The old man opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

The doctor's gentle voice whispered in his ear: "Mr. Jinchuan, you were a professor at a prestigious university, but you quit your job and persevered in treating your comatose wife. It's really touching... I believe that at the beginning you must have deceived yourself with the optimistic mentality of 'there will definitely be a miracle'. But under the erosion of time, even the most unforgettable love will fade away. The only motivation that keeps you going is duty and inertia... This is also the reason why you fell into despair."

The old man was dazed and unresponsive.

"Think about it, if your wife sees you like this, will she be happy?" The doctor continued to whisper in the dazed old man's ear: "If you want to understand the true teachings of the Church of Hope, you must cut off your own despair! What's more, haven't I already shown you that power? Why are you still hesitating? You just need to pick up the pillow and press it lightly, and your wife will be in the vase, together with you forever, and she won't feel any pain... Mr. Jinchuan, you are very tired, right? It's time to take a rest..."

"I... I'm so tired..." the old man murmured, "I want to rest."

There was despair in his numb eyes.

"Yes, that's right, it's time to take a break." The doctor's voice echoed in the old man's ears like a devil's whisper: "Don't forget the Holy Decree of the Patriarch. Death is not the end, but the beginning. We will eventually enjoy eternal happiness on the other side of hope, and the first step is to cut off despair and embrace hope..."

"Hug...hope..." The old man recited this sentence, and he came back to his senses from his memories and saw his wife lying peacefully on the bed in front of him.

"Arisa..." The old man stood up and took off his wife's breathing mask in a trance. He took a soft pillow from the bed beside him and said tremblingly: "I want... hope."

Outside the ward, the old man did not notice that a black mist had slowly drifted in from the crack of the door, filling the entire room and making the originally brightly lit ward extremely dark. Outside the door, the elite doctor from a prestigious school showed a different attitude at this time. He was trembling all over, his face was distorted with excitement, he was panting, and he was peeking at the old man's every move through the crack of the door.

"It's amazing, it's a stunning sight!" The doctor was so excited that he screamed. In order to see this moment, he specially moved other people off the floor to avoid any accidents.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself in a low voice: "No matter how many times I see it, I never get tired of it! What a stupid professor from a prestigious university! Your wife has actually been conscious all along! She has brain wave activity! She just can't move! If you had persisted, maybe you would have succeeded. Fortunately, I adopted a passive treatment and delayed the healing process. Hahaha, you actually still believe in this nonsense that 'she won't feel pain'... No, I can't laugh, I can't hold it back, hehe..."

Soon! Soon he will be able to harvest an Aquarius! The birth of these Aquarius is very troublesome, so he prefers to create them proactively! This is his style! With each additional Aquarius around him, his power will be stronger. One day, he will become the strongest Saint! No, it's more than that...

"Hurry... hurry up and bury her!" the doctor muttered to himself, "I've waited so long just for this moment! Hurry! Kill her! This way a powerful holy spirit will be born! Great..."

Messy black lines had already emerged from his body, spreading across the entire ward, waiting for the old man to complete that irreversible step, and then they would rush over and devour that despair...

"You seem very happy?" The gleaming silver samurai sword slowly crossed the doctor's neck. A voice with suppressed anger said behind him: "Does this kind of thing make you happy?"

The black lines on the doctor's body exploded.

"Who?!"

The door of the ward was knocked open and the doctor was knocked against the wall of the ward. The black lines around him were baring their fangs and claws, like a disgusting giant spider.

The old man stopped moving and stared at the scene in a daze, not knowing what to do.

“Who the hell are you!!!” the doctor roared angrily, covering his arm as bright red blood slowly spread on his white coat.

A bloody light flashed, and the doctor spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked down and found that he had been nailed to the wall by a samurai sword.

"...Who am I?" The man wearing a demon mask walked into the ward, glanced at the old man, then drew his samurai sword and said, "I'm just an incompetent husband..."

"I am... the eighth saint of the Hope Church..." The doctor's body began to twist, and more and more black lines emerged, making him look like a monster. The doctor looked at the man and roared, "I will kill you! Exorcist!"

"Saint... the second one." The man muttered to himself, "I hope you can know more."

(End of this chapter)