Mythology

Chapter 237 Zhao Gongming…is here!
When Yang He's consciousness returned to the Third Prince, the sun was setting. In two or three quarters of an hour at most, night would fall.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, as he witnessed his godson's sacrifice to him almost delaying important matters.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Feng Xuan's voice was filled with anxiety, and he waved his hand in front of Yang He's eyes.

Yang He's pupils gradually focused, and he nodded in response: "It's okay, so far it's going well, success or failure depends on tonight."

Feng Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Nezha.

Even though Yang He's soul had only been out of his body for one day, Nezha had become obviously impatient since he recovered, and was ready to rush to Ward No. 1 to rescue Yang Jian.

It was not until Yang He returned that Nezha calmed down.

Yang He knew that Nezha just lacked a sense of security and had few trusted friends and relatives. If he did not show up, Nezha would never choose to cooperate with Feng Xuan and others.

"Brother Nezha, how are you now?"

"not bad."

Nezha twisted his neck, and the new flesh and bones emitted bursts of golden light.

What is the Hunyuan state? It is the state of Hunyuan being one.

Even if the ghost realm is not released, Nezha's body has already turned into a small world.

Feng Xuan came over and asked, "Brother Longxuhu, should we leave now? Ping An Hospital will be completely closed after dark."

"We can't get out by ourselves. We need the right time, place and people."

Feng Xuan wanted to say something but stopped himself. Seeing Nezha concentrating on consolidating his cultivation, he had to shut up.

Yang He said no more and communicated with the eye worms distributed in the hospital.

Perhaps the dean is indeed the descendant of the corpse Taoist boy, but that does not mean that evil spirits can communicate. There is no need to expect that the godson will recognize him.

Yang He narrowed his eyes. If he wanted to escape safely, he had to lead Zhao Gongming to the hospital. After all, facing Zhao Gongming directly outside would only lead to death, and it would also likely expose the existence of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple.

He also needed to ask Zhao Gongming for a small favor and open the door from the hospital to the outside world.

Whether the plan can succeed depends mainly on whether Zhao Gongming gives face.

After all, no one can guess what an immortal is thinking. If Zhao Gongming doesn't care about his fellow Taoists, doesn't care about Taiyi Zhenren...

"When it comes to the Twelve Golden Immortals, it is impossible for Zhao Gongming to remain indifferent."

Time passes, and the dim night is about to cover Ping An Hospital.

"coming."

Yang He sensed something and five monks appeared in the hall.

The five people were naturally the Jiejiao monks led by Teng Hanfei. They had just left Ward No. 1 and were preparing to reunite with their fellow monks.

The noise was gradually swallowed up by darkness.

Instead there was a suffocating silence.

The lights flickered, the patients were nowhere to be found, and even the surrounding streets were deserted. Ping An Hospital became eerie and scary.

Teng Hanfei frowned and asked, "Did Junior Brother Yu and the others get delayed by something?"

"I'm not sure. I haven't received any message yet."

"Could it be the true teaching of Chan Sect..."

"They are just a group of patients who are about to go crazy due to torture. Even if they recover their memories, they may not pose a threat to us."

"Wait another quarter of an hour."

Bang bang bang.

Some windows closed without warning, and an extremely thick and gloomy aura spread out. Ping An Hospital is now a ghost town.

Teng Hanfei felt inexplicably uneasy and his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

however.

Even after the hospital gate was closed, no one came out.

Instead, several people who mistakenly entered the morgue died one after another, and did not pass on any information before their death. The situation was obviously out of control.

Teng Hanfei's face was extremely solemn. After informing Zhao Gongming of the situation, he chose to wait outside the hospital so that he could support his colleagues at any time.

Yang He saw it all, but did not kill the Jiejiao monk in Ward No. 17.

It’s better to delay it as long as possible.

Feng Xuan noticed Yang He's nervousness, but he didn't know that the latter was plotting against Zhao Gongming.

Before they knew it, it was midnight and the three of them heard the familiar sound again. It was the elevator connecting each floor.

Ding dong.

Yang He summoned Baogu Ling to protect his body and stared at the door.

Nezha was playing with the flaming spear, secretly accumulating karmic fire.

The door was pushed open.

Three figures appeared in front of him, namely Huang Tianhua, Yang Ren and Tuxingsun.

Tu Xingsun was just over one meter tall, and he started chattering as soon as he showed up, "Longxuhu, huh? I won't take any risks..."

Whoosh.

He was so frightened that cold sweat broke out, and the flaming spear was already at his neck.

Nezha sneered, "Tuxingsun, dare you threaten us?"

Yang Ren had worked at Dashang. He was the oldest of the five and had a gentle and elegant appearance. When he saw the tense atmosphere, he immediately stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Brother Nezha, don't be impulsive. Although Tuxingsun is a reckless person, he is a fellow disciple of our Chan Sect after all, and is also a disciple of Uncle Sun. You and I should put the overall situation first."

Tuxingsun curled his lips and stopped talking.

Nezha sneered and retracted the Fire Spear, and the fire of karma was extinguished. Then he turned to look at Yang He with questioning eyes.

Yang He communicated with the pupil ghost, and the Jiejiao monks in ward 17 died one after another.

However, he gave a few more moments to the people other than Tian Jin to inform Teng Hanfei, mainly to convey the news of the appearance of Taiyi Zhenren.

Even if the news seems true or false, Zhao Gongming will not let it go.

"Playing tricks." Tuxingsun couldn't help but mutter a few words.

"Let's go to Ward No. 1 immediately."

Everyone entered the elevator, but the rest of the people were still confused.

Yang He said calmly: "Don't blame me for not reminding him. He... is coming to the hospital. We won't have much time left."

"Who?" Yang Ren frowned slightly, and his hands in his eye sockets stretched slightly, as if he wanted to use his magical powers to peek into the deeper meaning of Yang He's words.

"Zhao."

As soon as this word came out, everyone's face changed drastically.

Yang Ren's hands trembled, his eyes full of shock.

"You attracted this? Are you crazy?!"

Tu Xingsun's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "What are you thinking, if he...if he comes, will we still have a chance to survive?"

After thinking for a while, Yang Ren said, "I know what Junior Brother Longxuhu means. If he is outside the hospital, any action we take will be in vain. Only by bringing him into the hospital can we have a chance of survival."

Nezha snorted coldly, and the fire of karma was looming on the tip of the spear: "So what, Jiejiao elder brother? If you come, just fight. Why be so timid?"

Tuxingsun nodded, understanding that Yang He had considered every aspect.

Yang He glanced at the four people and said, "Sooner or later, the Ten Absolute Formation will become a battlefield for immortals to fight. We can only huddle together for warmth, so Yang Jian must be saved."

He paused for a moment, "As for the other brothers, we will make plans after we are out of trouble."

Ding dong.

The elevator swayed slightly and stopped at the floor of Ward No. 1.

The temperature began to drop sharply before the door was fully opened.

Yang He reminded: "The Jiejiao has been setting up a magic array outside Yang Jian's ward. He may have lost his mind. We must subdue him as soon as possible so that we can retreat safely."

Tuxingsun spat into his palm, rubbed his hands together, and the negative energy enveloped everyone.

His tone was serious: “Hey, there really is malicious intent!”

Just as the elevator door opened, Tuxingsun's earth-walking technique was suddenly activated, forcibly moving everyone half a meter away.

The knife flashed and left a deep mark on the wall.

The cry of a baby was heard.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a large amount of turbid amniotic fluid seeping out from the gap in the door and slowly flowing along the floor of the corridor.

In the ward, a huge baby curled up in the corner.

He was at least 20 to 30 meters tall, with purple skin and bulging blood vessels. According to the nameplate outside the door, he was clearly marked with gigantic infant syndrome.

“What the hell!!”

The giant baby has three eyes, and every scratch with his fingernails will produce countless knife lights.

The spiritual patterns engraved by Teng Hanfei on the wall are already in danger. No wonder they come to visit every day, just to reinforce the magic circle.

"Senior Brother Yang Jian, I'm sorry."

Huang Tianhua pulled out a spear from his spine, and the ghost domain covered the entire area.

Nezha stepped on the ground with his feet and rode the Wind Fire Wheels to the side of the giant baby.

Limited by the narrow space and fearing too much noise, Yang He controlled the pupil ghost to restrain the breath of everyone as much as possible.

The giant baby's third eye opened, and everyone's figures were reflected in its scarlet pupils.

It let out a sharp scream to vent its anger, and the light from the scratches of its nails actually solidified in mid-air, transforming into thousands of blood-red crescents that swept across!

The wall collapsed completely and amniotic fluid swept in.

"Retreat!" Huang Tianhua shouted, and the spear in his hand swung like a dragon's tail.

Nezha took the opportunity to jump onto the giant baby's shoulder, and pierced the baby's ear with his flaming spear wrapped in karmic fire.

Yang He's pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw a flickering golden light on the giant baby's crown. It was the manifestation of Yang Jian's remaining consciousness.

"Tuxingsun! The position is seven feet!" Yang Ren estimated the position.

Tuxingsun's figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he was clinging to the back of the giant baby.

He and Nezha locked the giant baby's hands and feet on the left and right.

Yang He's mind moved, and a vast number of eye worms sank into the giant baby's mouth. Forty or fifty mind storage pills released their medicinal power without paying.

Feng Xuan had been just a bystander, but now he played a miraculous role.

The shadow under his feet wrapped around the giant baby, pulling Yang Jian's consciousness into a dream.

Snoring continuously.

The giant baby fell into a deep sleep.

Yang He activated the Baogu Mausoleum, and hundreds of heads dragging giant babies were sealed in the bottom floor.

Yang Ren gasped for breath, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, "Junior Brother Longxuhu, do you have extra time? I know a fellow here, his name is Yin Hong."

"It's too late. Zhao Gongming... has already arrived."

The frequency of Yang He's visions continued to increase, and although the hospital remained silent, the invisible sense of oppression became increasingly stronger.

Tu Xingsun was so frightened that his legs went limp. "We've torn down all the wards, but the evil spirits didn't react at all. This is wrong! They... they must be on guard against Zhao... Zhao Gongming!!"

The five people hurriedly entered the elevator without waiting for spiritual communication.

Suddenly, dense text appeared everywhere.

It's all Zhao.

Zhao Gongming's ghost domain was clearly taking the initiative and trying to suppress Ping An Hospital.

"Mom!"

Tu Xingsun screamed in disbelief, "A Daluo Jinxian is guarding us mortals, Zhao Gongming doesn't even care about his dignity!!"

"No, if we go out now, we might run into a gun."

Yang He hesitated for a moment, then directly changed the yellow paper in the elevator into a crematorium.

Click.

The elevator sank with difficulty, as if it would collapse at any time. Blood gushed out from the cracks, mixed with some unknown debris.

Ding dong.

The elevator opened, and what came into view was a mountain of rubble.

The crematorium has collapsed.

"Junior Brother Longxuhu, you are very familiar with this place, find a back door..."

"Shut up!!"

Yang He stared at the spiritual vision and determined Zhao Gongming's position through the increase in value.

(End of this chapter)