Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 136 Witnessing Awakening

The pale sunlight bathed the earth, and a gentle afternoon breeze caressed my face.

Elaine lay on the slightly swaying stretcher, her eyes darting left and right. A rare, black-and-white orc walked ahead, followed by a black-haired swordsman with a bright smile and strikingly white teeth.

"He didn't come?"

"Who are you talking about?" Gus asked, puzzled.

"A cute boy with black hair," Elaine described in general terms.

"Young Master is in class. He should come after you've settled in," Gus casually reassured him.

The stretcher was laid flat on the slightly cool ambulance bed. Time was of the essence, and there was no longer a chance to speak; the medical staff hurriedly closed the door.

A feeling of weightlessness as if suspended in mid-air.

Elaine's eyes drifted into a strange reverie. Despite having resolved to face death with equanimity, a sudden longing for tomorrow welled up within her.

"I want to try and see if I can save you," the boy said calmly.

Although it wasn't a promise, it was like a ray of sunlight piercing through the darkness.

The girl's lifeless heart began to stir, and her vacant eyes slowly moved.

He was so cute and confident. Like a prince who had come all the way to rescue a princess. Elaine recalled the fairy tales she had heard from the older nuns.

Without exception, they all found their salvation.

Perhaps there is only a slight possibility, but that is enough to ignite hope.

"All the hardships I've endured, were they all for the sake of meeting you?" Elaine murmured to herself, gazing intently at Tai'an's still-chubby face. Her spirit, which had fallen into the abyss of despair, began to revitalize and transform, wildly assaulting the constraints of her physical body. Her intense emotions surged endlessly like ocean waves, crashing against unseen barriers and reefs, until finally, she saw a completely different landscape.

Tai'an looked bewildered, wondering why the girl in front of him was emanating spiritual energy.

Is she a spellcaster? That's quite unique and worth paying attention to.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Elaine..." the girl replied.

"What a beautiful name." Tai'an couldn't help but think of his mother, Dai Lian, marveling at the coincidence of fate.

"If you're willing to come with me, I'll find a way to save you."

"I do."

"Great! I'll send someone to pick you up from the hospital tomorrow."

After making his promise, he turned to leave when he heard the girl's voice behind him.

"etc…"

"Is there anything else?"

"Someone at the hospital wants to harm me. Can I leave now?"

Do you know who it is?

"I remember the words on her employee ID card."

The Night Watch organization took the report from the Blue Rose family very seriously.

Although it was just a baseless suspicion, without any concrete evidence, experienced night watchmen know that sometimes intuition is more reliable than evidence. Head Nurse Sherry must be hiding a dark secret.

Statistical data on unusual events over the years shows that hospitals experience them far more frequently than other public places. After all, hospitals frequently deal with life and death, and patients may inadvertently release a variety of intense emotions.

For example, facing the fear of being unable to save loved ones, the despair of being unable to save them, and the hatred of exorbitant costs. It's the greed and depravity that arises from focusing solely on monetary benefits while disregarding moral conscience.

Desires are like a grand canteen, offering a variety of flavors for the spirit. Even the birth of a newborn attracts the attention of a group of spiritual beings yearning to be reborn into the human realm.

Soon, information about head nurse Xie Li was placed on the conference room table.

An ordinary person, 68 years old. If he doesn't do something, he probably won't live for many more years.

The veteran Night's Watchmen present could fully understand the madness some people would feel in order to survive.

Even the most steadfast paladins are not immune to the temptations of evil spirits and demons.

Survival is a human instinct; so-called kinship, friendship, love, and morality are all secondary.

Few can see through the illusion between life and death. Most people can only look at the present and do not consider the distant future.

"I propose initiating a Level A investigation."

The Night Watch squad leader, who was presiding over the war council, made a suggestion, and a chorus of agreement rang out from those around him.

A-level investigation standards include a team of Night Watchers, comprising at least six elite-level or higher ordinary members and one super-level captain. Above that are double-A and triple-A level mobilization standards, primarily involving increasing the number of teams. Reaching S-level standards will involve a Saint-level expert stationed at Night Watch headquarters! At the highest level, triple-S, the Night Watch will utilize its full resources and may even collaborate with allies.

That afternoon, after handing over her work, Shirley left St. Violet Hospital with heavy steps. She glanced meaningfully at the setting sun, which, like herself, was about to fade away.

"What a clever little girl!" the old woman murmured in admiration.

They thought they had a chance, but the other party wasn't fooled and preferred to face death rather than live a life of dishonor.

Shirley had also considered accepting the impermanence of life and death. However, after her death, her son, who had been frail since childhood, would most likely not survive either.

Life is full of hardships and tribulations. All of this stems from desires. If one's heart is free of desires, one can effectively avoid being afflicted by these calamities.

Just like the little girl, without the desire to live, she has no way to take the next step and can only wait for the right opportunity.

It's important to know that the security level at St. Violet Hospital is extremely high. In all her decades of work there, Sherry had rarely heard of any unusual incidents.

Gathering the most elite clergy of the capital, it's practically a forbidden zone. Its methods of concealment are on a completely different level from ordinary hospitals. As long as patients are at St. Violet Hospital, they are guaranteed to be unaffected by external forces! And the exorbitant hospital fees aren't for nothing.

The old woman waited at the bus stop by the roadside. Buses and horse-drawn carriages came and went, and finally one stopped in front of her.

She struggled to climb into the carriage, but before she could even sit down properly, the driver hurriedly shook the reins.

"No, we really can't hold on much longer! We must, immediately..."

"I regret to inform you, my believer, that the Night's Watch has its eye on you."

"How could that be? I didn't do anything."

Shirley's heart sank to the bottom, and she looked around in bewilderment.

"Before you leave, please do something of last value for me."

"No…" Sherry screamed in terror, "Run…"

In an instant, her body began to mutate, with cells dividing and multiplying erratically, and her swollen flesh bursting through her clothes. Two passengers nearby, unable to react in time, screamed in terror, their bodies unable to escape merging into the mutated flesh.

"Monster!"

The flesh-and-blood aggregate has an extremely high limit; if too many people are incorporated, even Saint-level experts will find it difficult to deal with.

The following Night Watch squad immediately sprang into action. The warriors dispersed the surrounding crowd. The leading high-level spellcaster floated into the air, chanted for a few seconds, and then unleashed his signature fireball spell from the sky.

Orange-red flames exploded, and a scorching shockwave spread out.

The flesh and blood aggregate at the very center turned into charred ash, while the flesh and blood that were not quite dead still writhed on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of oil was poured over the area. The raging fire burned fiercely, and everyone watched as the charred flesh gradually lost its vitality.

"Good, you discovered it quite quickly..."

The high-level spellcaster nodded to himself, and his floating figure slowly landed.

Undoubtedly, this incident has further enhanced the reputation of the Blue Rose family.

(End of this chapter)