Mythology

Chapter 233 Zhao Gongming, let's play a game of chess?
Deal with it?

Yang He gave up the idea. Zhao Gongming was not an ordinary immortal. He had been practicing since the Xuanhuang period of the Heaven and Earth, and his physical strength was extremely terrifying.

Zhao Gongming has no obvious weaknesses, and all the weapons he possesses are top-notch.

Yang He licked his lips. He was playing the role of the Third Prince. If Zhao Gongming's Dragon Binding Rope came out, he would have no power to fight back.

"It's unrealistic to deal with it. The best way is to find a way to leave the hospital."

"Once the Twelve Golden Immortals join the game, Zhao Gongming will not have the energy to pay attention to the hospital."

While Yang He was thinking, he heard a rapid cough from the side.

Turning around, I saw Feng Xuan sweating profusely. He was grabbing the edge of the bed with a grim look on his face, and his knuckles were turning white from the force.

Feng Xuan's eyes gradually became clear again, but his yin energy was still disordered.

"Junior Brother Feng Xuan?" Yang He called in a low voice, with a hint of temptation in his tone.

Feng Xuan took a deep breath and forced a smile, "Thank you, Senior Brother Longxuhu. I followed Master's order to support Xiqi, but I didn't expect to be trapped in the Ten Absolute Formation and become an evil spirit."

The Magu Cave in Erxian Mountain mentioned earlier is the dojo of Huanglong Zhenren, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals.

"It's okay. I'm sure you've noticed that many of your fellow disciples are trapped in the hospital. We have to find a way to rescue them."

Feng Xuan's eyes were filled with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The Jiejiao's methods are really vicious! The Ten Absolute Formation is full of strange things, and it is hard to defend against them. What Ping An Hospital? Just the name alone can tell that they are doing unorthodox things."

After he finished speaking, he spat fiercely, obviously extremely unwilling to his current situation.

The corner of Yang He's eyes twitched. If it weren't for the influence of the corpse Taoist boy, perhaps the true teachings of the Chan sect wouldn't be in such a mess. It can be said that there are pros and cons.

"Junior brother, have you seen any Jiejiao monks in the hospital these few days?"

"No, but there seems to be some peeks, probably mostly during the day."

Yang He realized that the Jiejiao monks were also afraid of Ping An Hospital and probably would not dare to enter the ward directly, but would take a look from afar according to the hospital rules.

"Junior brother, do you know how to get to the other wards?"

"I occasionally woke up and tried to contact that doctor named Zhang."

Feng Xuan paused for a few breaths and added: "According to him, there will be an elevator at midnight that can lead to other floors. Brother, do you know what an elevator is?"

"As the name suggests, it's a staircase that can be raised and lowered."

Snapped.

Feng Xuan clapped his hands and said with sudden enlightenment: "As expected of you, Senior Brother."

"How are you doing? If you can't, rest in the ward. I'll explore the situation on each floor tonight, and we'll leave tomorrow night."

"Don't!"

Feng Xuan interrupted hurriedly, "Brother, please don't leave me. I have to go to the ward for rounds later. I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it if I'm alone."

"That's good, you and I can take care of each other."

Feng Xuan did not delay any longer. He crossed his legs and circulated his Yin Energy. The nightmare ghost that had almost merged into his body and soul was peeled off bit by bit, suffering from severe pain.

Yang He did not rush to help Feng Xuan, but secretly estimated the passage of time.

As the night deepened, the light in the house grew dimmer, and the lights in the corridor flickered.

The two of them waited quietly for the midnight to arrive.

Feng Xuan's face was still pale, and his body was skin and bones, but at least he had gotten rid of the nightmare ghost, and his cultivation had recovered to the level of just entering the state of concentration.

"It's still a quarter to midnight. Let's go find the elevator in advance."

Yang He said in a low voice, looking outside the ward.

Feng Xuan stood up slowly, his movements were a little stiff, but it was okay.

At night, the door of the ward seemed to be covered with rust, making a harsh creaking noise, and the smell of formaldehyde was overwhelming.

The corridor was empty and the footsteps were particularly clear in the silent hospital.

"I've been out before, and there's no direct door to the outside world. The elevator could very well appear anywhere in the corridor."

"Brother, should we split up, or..."

"Separation can lead to trouble."

Yang He interrupted Feng Xuan's question. This ghost realm with unknown depth was strange and unpredictable. If you were not careful, you might encounter danger.

The two walked slowly along the corridor. Compared to the daytime, the corridor at night seemed like an infinitely extended aisle, with no end in sight for a long time.

The psychic vision began to surge, and the smell of formalin became stronger.

The two stopped talking, and the shadow cast by the black cat formed a veil covering its body.

Jingle Bell.

Yang He was cheered up and realized that it was the sound of an old-fashioned elevator. The elevator was in a corner about a hundred meters away from them.

When he turned around, he felt a fishy wind blowing past.

A huge shadow was cast on the ground.

"Number 17, bed one, soul-leaving disease. Number 17, bed two, polylimb disease."

The two heard whispering, and as the shadows approached, the terrifying outline could not be called a person, but could only be described as a group of people.

That's right, a group of people.

The shadow had countless arms and legs moving about, and a series of heads could be seen.

"It's Doctor Zhang. No wonder he always adds '们' as a suffix when he speaks."

Doctor Zhang is made up of countless identical twins. His movements are stiff and strange, but he moves faster than usual.

"Walk!!"

Yang He grabbed Feng Xuan's arm tightly, and the latter came to his senses.

Feng Xuan moved his lips slightly, guiding the Yin Qi to flow within a hundred meters. The two of them were surrounded by dazzling light, as if they had arrived in an illusory latitude.

With the black cat's cover, the two men went straight to Doctor Zhang.

Yang He counted silently for a few times, and midnight arrived just in time. Just around the corner not far from Doctor Zhang, an old elevator suddenly appeared.

Without any hesitation, the two of them disappeared into the elevator in the blink of an eye.

Doctor Zhang did not notice anything unusual and walked towards Ward No. 17 on his own.

"Brother, what next?"

Of course, there were no buttons on the elevator; there was just a blank yellow sign attached to it.

Feng Xuan was completely confused. Before Yang He could find the mechanism, the iron door of the elevator was slowly closing, making a sharp noise.

"not good!"

It was like dropping a stone into the calm water. "Feng Xuan!!! Dragon Beard Tiger!!!"

Doctor Zhang appeared outside the elevator in an instant, his face twisted and ferocious, "The patient is not allowed to go out, the patient is receiving treatment!"

Yang He transformed into a creature with three heads and six arms, all of which were features of a real dragon.

The six-armed dragon rushed towards Doctor Zhang.

The moment they touched Doctor Zhang, a dozen twins broke away from the group and rushed towards the elevator.

"Taste the Yin Lei."

Three inches of Yin thunder burst out from Feng Xuan's fingertips, shaking the twin bodies apart.

Roar! !

Part of Doctor Zhang's flesh and blood dissolved and turned into blood, pouring in through the crack in the door.

Yang He's pupils suddenly shrank, and all the gaps were blocked by eye worms. Blood sizzled and soon turned into green smoke and disappeared.

The elevator closed and Doctor Zhang was isolated outside, helpless and furious.

"Senior brother, you..."

Feng Xuan couldn't help but be amazed. Yang He's six arms seemed to be re-condensed wax, actually merging with each other, somewhat similar to Doctor Zhang.

"fine."

Yang He remained calm and composed as he forced the six arms to fall off.

Followed by.

A new arm grew out, but its energy and blood had slightly declined.

Feng Xuan had a complicated expression, and couldn't help but sigh: "Brother, you are a true dragon incarnation, and you have a supreme immortal body. If my master Huang Long Zhenren saw you, I'm afraid he would be overjoyed."

"Master Huang Long is an extraordinary immortal. I have admired him for a long time."

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment, Senior Brother."

Yang He remembered that in the original work, Zhenren Huanglong was a well-known good man among the Twelve Golden Immortals, and if there was a chance, he could indeed make friends with him.

He leaned in to check the yellow paper, then used his spiritual consciousness to engrave the words "Ward No. 2" on it.

After a slight vibration, the elevator began to rise.

Ding.

The elevator stopped at a certain floor, and the yellow talisman was oozing blood.

The moment the iron door opened, the first thing you felt was the heat. The unique burning sensation of the hellfire spread throughout the corridor, and the walls had already cracked.

The two looked at each other, both feeling relieved.

"It is indeed Nezha, for sure."

Yang He recognized Nezha, the master of the karmic fire, at a glance, and looked around but saw no evil spirits.

The two walked for a while, one in front of the other, and saw the charred door of the ward with sparks still on the edge, as if it would collapse at any time.

With his pupils wide open, Yang He saw through the door a carbonized corpse inside.

The corpse had three heads and six arms, and still retained a glimmer of life.

From the traces in the ward, it can be seen that a fierce battle took place not long ago, and the patient transformed by Nezha is almost dying.

Yang He pushed open the door.

The corpse shook, but it didn't even have the strength to stretch its limbs.

Yang He picked up the medical records scattered in front of the door.

'The patient in Room 2 has a severe case of spontaneous combustion. He suffers from spontaneous combustion every day. His skin is often torn and cannot heal. He is highly aggressive.'

Yang He looked at the corpse for a long time, and the latter showed deep resentment.

The upper and lower jaws are open, and the karmic fire is accumulating.

"Brother, you'd better restore Nezha's memory as soon as possible, otherwise I'm afraid... he will attack us."

Feng Xuan retreated several steps. He was worthy of being the demon child from the Jinguan Cave in Qianyuan Mountain. It was said that he and the corpse child were one yin and one yang, and both were unscrupulous.

Yang He grabbed a handful of memory pills and stuffed them into Nezha's mouth.

He was not questioning the authenticity of Nezha.

Yang He might mistake anyone, but he would never mistake Nezha.

only……

Is everything going too smoothly?

"Well."

The corpse's eyes became clear, and the karmic fire converged into the body.

Feng Xuan felt relieved. Not only was Nezha's foundation not damaged, but he even took advantage of this disaster to make further progress and entered the Hunyuan realm.

Nezha's vocal cords were damaged, so he couldn't speak, so he nodded.

Yang He carefully recalled the experience of entering the hospital.

All the monks of the Chan sect were in a separate ward, but he was with Feng Xuan, and then he naturally found out the whereabouts of Nezha.

What a coincidence.

"Brother, the strength of the cultivators stationed at Ping'an Hospital by Jiejiao is comparable to ours. Once Nezha has stabilized his cultivation and rescued Yang Jian, we will surely be able to escape successfully with two Primordial Realm cultivators."

"It's almost time, don't rush."

But Yang He knew that Zhao Gongming was also in Ping An Hospital, and if he acted rashly he would die.

He did not tell Feng Xuan about his guess. After all, the hospital was a ghost town. Even if he could use his spiritual consciousness to transmit his thoughts, he probably could not hide the evil spirits behind it.

"The Jiejiao may come to visit us tomorrow, so we must be fully prepared."

"Brother, you arrange it."

"kindness."

Yang He was excited. It was true that he was facing Zhao Gongming, but that didn't mean he couldn't make him lose face. He had to find out where this person was first.

Then a piece of fresh minced meat appeared in his palm, which came from Doctor Zhang.

The tripod landed inside the house and the pieces of meat were thrown into it.

"Brother Nezha, can you lend me a light?"

(End of this chapter)