Mythology

Chapter 235 Three optional partners

at the same time.

The elevator reached the floor where Ward 17 was located.

Ding dong.

Yu Jingxing and others walked out of the elevator and pasted the talisman of the harmony spell in front of the door. Suddenly, the elevator made a clicking sound.

With the harmony mantra in mind, you don’t have to worry about the elevator suddenly disappearing during the day.

"Patient No. 17 is Feng Xuan, the disciple of Master Huanglong?"

"kindness."

"This person's foundation is weak. We don't even need to do anything. It won't be long before he becomes an evil spirit, just like his master."

Everyone burst into laughter and mocked the Twelve Golden Immortals.

Tian Jin did not interrupt. He noticed that his fellow disciples' faces were flushed and they were inexplicably excited, with an indescribable sense of weirdness.

She opened her mouth slightly. There were a total of seventeen true disciples of the Chan sect imprisoned in Ping'an Hospital.

Apart from Yang Jian, whose consciousness would awaken every now and then, there was no possibility for the other disciples to escape.

Tian Jin looked towards Ward No. 17 and couldn't help falling into a trance for a few breaths.

"Brother!!"

She opened her one eye wide and couldn't help but remind him.

Everyone then noticed something strange about Ward 17. Not only was the door ajar, but there was also thick, pungent bloodstains on the ground.

The faint stench of corpse rushed into their noses, and they suddenly felt dry mouth and tongue.

"Where's Feng Xuan?"

"Not in...Ward 17."

"If he's alive, we'd better see him. If he's dead, we'd better see his body. Feng Xuan is the least likely to recover his memory. Even if he wakes up by chance, he must be in the hospital."

The true teachings of the Chan sect do not have the harmony mantra, so they can only wait for the elevator to appear at midnight to leave, but the Ping An Hospital is closed at night.

In other words, the Ten Heavenly Lords carefully chose this place as their cage because it was foolproof, but now an unexpected thing happened?

Tian Jin quickly found a page of medical record in the corner.

'The newly admitted patient has not yet been assigned a ward. He has severe polylimbia, with three heads and six arms. The different heads affect each other and he is highly aggressive.'

After reading it, Yu Jingxing's face became solemn. He didn't expect that there would be one more person to inherit the true teachings.

"Three heads and six arms? Could it be the corpse Taoist from Qianyuan Mountain?"

"The corpse Taoist has already merged into the Ten Absolute Formation. His body and soul have become part of the formation. Even a wandering immortal cannot escape, let alone a mortal."

"Nezha is trapped in Ward 2, and he's not a corpse Taoist..."

"Master Taiyi?"

Yu Jingxing's heart was beating like a drum, and he seemed to hear whispers in his ears.

He subconsciously urged his spiritual sense to scan the Niwan Palace, then raised his hand and rubbed his temples, trying to dispel the sudden discomfort.

"Senior Brother, are you okay?" Tian Jin noticed Yu Jingxing's fatigue.

"It's okay. Maybe the atmosphere in Ping An Hospital is too depressing."

Yu Jingxing forced a smile.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to remind her, his vision blurred for a moment, as if something flashed before his eyes.

Then the scene returned to normal, but I felt uneasy in my heart.

"Brother, do you think it could be Taiyi Zhenren?"

I don't know who asked the question, but everyone's expressions changed slightly, and the more they thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

Yu Jingxing said quickly: "I have already informed Senior Brother Teng, but if you want to contact Senior Brother, you must leave the hospital to send a telepathic message."

Tian Jin frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong everywhere.

"Doctor Zhang is here."

Yu Jingxing's expression froze as he stared at the elevator that suddenly closed and opened again. He saw Doctor Zhang in a white coat coming to Ward No. 17.

His face had an unpredictable smile that was chilling.

"Doctor Zhang, who is the new patient with polylimbia?"

Doctor Zhang smiled and said, "He didn't mention his name, but he has taken Patient No. 17 to Ward No. 2."

"Ward No. 2! Nezha?!!"

Yu Jingxing hurried to the elevator, "We have to inform the senior brother immediately, no matter if he is Taiyi Zhenren or not."

"Tian Jin, the five of you stay in Ward 17 and keep watch."

Tian Jin couldn't hide his awkwardness, and then five people led by Yu Jingxing got into the elevator. The door closed as the lights flickered.

Buzz~~

Her head was aching and blood was flowing from her one eye.

What exactly is wrong?

and many more.

Senior Brother Yu should hold the talisman given by Senior Brother, so that even if they are in the depths of the hospital, it will not affect the telepathy between them.

"Something seems to be affecting our cognition."

"One more thing. Why do I feel like someone is guiding us to guess Taiyi Zhenren since we came to Ward 17?"

Ding ding ding.

Tian Jin's scalp tingled as he discovered that there were faint words on the harmony spell posted on the elevator.

The text represented the floor that Yu Jingxing and his companions were heading to, but it was not the hall as expected, but three bloody "morgues".

"It's a scam!!"

Tian Jin reached out and touched the harmony spell, trying to change the elevator.

After walking a few steps, there was a sound of something heavy falling behind them. Four of their companions were seriously injured and fell to the ground, and their eyes were covered with a large number of pupils.

Tian Jin also followed suit and turned to look towards the corner before his consciousness faded.

Doctor Zhang smiled without saying anything, but a vertical eye appeared between his eyebrows, and then he took off the harmony spell that represented the hopes of Yu Jingxing and others.

As a result, Yu Jingxing and the others could only be trapped in the morgue. "He is a cultivator of the Chan Sect. It turns out that he underestimated the Chan Sect."

Tian Jin tried desperately to see through Doctor Zhang through his one eye, but the result was somewhat unbelievable. The latter was actually an... incarnation?
Whose incarnation?

Yang He was not in a hurry to kill him, but paid attention to the situation in the morgue.

Yu Jingxing and others still have a chance of survival. Zhao Gongming will not know the news for the time being because the eye worms parasitic in the Niwan Palace are misleading their cognition.

"The morgue at Ping An Hospital is probably more dangerous than the wards."

Yang He vaguely remembered that when the Ten Deadly Formations first started to cause trouble, there was a doctor character involved in the morgue of the pharmacy.

As expected, this pharmacy was the predecessor of Ping An Hospital.

Yang He walked slowly to the wall and the second elevator appeared.

"Well, I'll go through all the floors next. After delivering the medicine, it'll depend on their luck. I can't risk my life to help them one by one."

Yang He was indeed coveting the true teachings of the Chan sect. If he was used as a tool and relied on the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple to collect Yin Qi fees, he might even have a hope of reaching the Guixu realm above the Hunyuan realm.

But it is unrealistic, the true teachings of the Chan school are not all good.

Yang He also didn't think that they would bow down directly. There was really no need for that. The List of Gods required more than just the souls of the Jiejiao monks.

Ding dong.

The elevator slowly opened.

Yang He's smile froze. The elevator was not empty. There was actually an old man who looked to be in his seventies or eighties.

The old man was also wearing a white coat, but his clothes were already soaked with stains.

A sour smell filled the air, and the wrinkled skin was covered with a thick layer of grease, which glowed strangely under the dim light.

Yang He's spiritual vision fluctuated, as if disturbed by an unknown force; the scene before him was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.

The old man watched quietly, a kind smile on his face, "Don't you need it?"

However, the smile quickly turned distorted and hideous.

The gradually opened upper and lower jaws revealed two rows of sharp teeth, with sticky white saliva hanging between the teeth, making it look extremely hideous and terrifying.

"Do not……"

Yang He was about to refuse, but before he could finish his words, the old man suddenly stuck out his tongue, and each taste bud had a tiny pupil.

He was staring at Yang He.

Yang He gritted his teeth and walked into the elevator. The old man was obviously more intelligent than Doctor Zhang. He cursed in his heart that his plan would not go smoothly.

He was already careful enough and only dared to go to other floors with the cover of the Jiejiao monks.

"Jie Jie Jie."

The rusty steel plates of the elevator creaked.

The steel plate could not bear the weight. The old man's bloated body seemed to hide a giant beast. His saliva fell on the ground with his breath, corroding holes.

"Doctor Zhang, I feel like you look a little unfamiliar?"

"It's probably because I seldom go in and out of the ward."

Yang He suppressed his distracting thoughts and responded to the old man ambiguously.

"Doctor Zhang, I'm Doctor Mo from the crematorium. You and I shouldn't be on the same route."

The handwriting on the yellow paper did indeed say crematorium.

“It’s definitely not on the way.”

"I plan to accompany the patient's relatives and friends to visit each floor and familiarize themselves with the environment."

The old man's taste buds with pupils shrank slightly, as if he was examining Yang He, "Doctor Zhang, you are not allowed to go in and out of the ward frequently. It will attract the director, you know that, right?"

Yang He was shocked and could no longer remain calm.

Ding dong.

The elevator led to the crematorium. There were so many corpses hanging outside the door that it was impossible to see the scene inside the room clearly.

Yang He watched Doctor Mo leave and held out his hand to hold the door that was about to close.

"Doctor Mo, I want to ask who is in each ward."

He recalled the scenes when he arrived at Ping An Hospital. Even though there were dangers involved, it was so smooth that it was as if... someone was helping him.

Doctor Mo stopped and said with a half-smile, "Here's a piece of advice for you. Go to the morgue immediately after visiting the three patients."

"Doctor Mo!"

"Yang Ren, Huang Tianhua..."

Yang He thought for a few breaths and added: "Where are the Tuxingsuns?"

"Number 13, number 10, number 7."

Yang He wanted to continue asking, but Doctor Mo had already disappeared into the pile of corpses impatiently.

"So it was the evil spirit behind the hospital that pushed me to fight against Jiejiao? Damn, shouldn't the evil spirit of the Ten Absolute Formations be the consciousness of the Ten Heavenly Lords?"

Just like the tea garden, the brain buried deep underground comes from Yao Tianjun.

Yang He didn't dare to delay any longer. He communicated with the yellow paper through his spiritual consciousness and the elevator came to Ward No. 13.

The room was dead silent. An eye bug crawled into the crack of the door and released the medicinal power of the memory pill. Not long after, Patient No. 13 calmed down.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist. I am Wei Hu, a true disciple of Yuwu Cave in Jinting Mountain."

"Tu Xingsun, stop pretending. If you don't want to die, take the elevator to Ward 2 at midnight tonight."

"Uh."

Yang He needs an assistant who is proficient in the art of escape, and Tuxingsun is the only candidate, but the latter is really lustful and cunning.

He turned and left, his figure gradually disappearing into the dim corridor.

Yang He went up according to the order of the floors. Huang Tianhua from Ward No. 10 and Yang Ren from Ward No. 7 were very cooperative and didn't even need to reveal their identities.

After visiting the three people, the frequency of the increase in clairvoyance became extremely exaggerated.

Either risk entering another ward, or go to the morgue...

"Let's go to the morgue and take a look. The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple needs a large number of corpses to provide nutrients for growth. Otherwise, how can we fight against Zhao Gongming?"

(End of this chapter)