Weird Resurrection: I Can Transform into a Great Demon

"No need, take it, take it all!"

When Jiang Chen threw the bank card over, Grandpa Wei threw it back.

"I eat and spend money from the bureau, I can't spend a penny."

That's right.

When Jiang Chen went to the Finance Department to swipe the card, there was a full 36 million in the card, not a penny less. Grandpa Wei should have not touched the money since he retired thirty years ago.

He swiped 50,000, half of his monthly salary.

There was still 35.95 million left in the card.

Such a huge sum of money was thrown over by Grandpa Wei.

At this moment, he stood on the steps outside the building, holding a cigarette in his hand, his old body hunched, and his face facing away from the sun was full of smiles.

He shouted with a hint of mischief: "Boy!"

"I am a humble man, and I can't find a successor. I will give you all my wealth. When I die in the future, you can wrap me up in a straw mat, dig a big hole to bury me, and put two cigarettes in front of the grave. How about that?"

Seeing that Jiang Chen seemed to want to refuse.

Uncle Wei was excited.

He couldn't breathe smoothly after taking a puff of smoke, and he started coughing violently, his face flushed.

"Cough cough cough~ I'm old, old!"

"I'm useless. I'm afraid I'll come to see you soon... Captain, Xiaowan..."

He looked at the horizon, his turbid eyes full of memories.

Then he glared at Jiang Chen again: "Boy! Such a good deal, you don't know how to calculate? A straw mat and two cigarettes, in exchange for my half-life savings, there will be no such store after this village!"

Jiang Chen nodded silently this time and put the card in his pocket.

"Okay, I'll collect your body after you die."

"But try to die normally. If there are too many pieces, I'm afraid I can't roll them all up with one mat."

Hearing this, the old man glared, and laughed and scolded with joy and anger: "You are so stingy that you can't even afford more straw mats. You are just like me back then."

That being said.

Seeing Jiang Chen agreed, he seemed very happy. He took a deep puff of cigarette, pulled Jiang Chen to sit on the steps, and talked about his experiences when he was young.

In that era, there were not many supernatural events.

But Wei Changwu was unlucky and ran into one. He still remembers that night, a fire broke out in his relatively wealthy house, people were eating each other, and there was blood everywhere.

Someone escorted him to escape.

But when he ran a few miles away, the man also became strange.

Wei Changwu sighed for a while and joked that if that incident hadn't happened, he would have been a young master in that era.

He also talked to Jiang Chen about his mother, who was a very gentle woman.

He also had a younger sister who liked to tie her hair into a bun and run behind a big yellow dog.

His father was a well-known good man in the area. He carried back a coffin that night, but dozens of people in his family didn't have a good end...

As they talked, Jiang Chen couldn't help but be moved.

It wasn't that he was moved, because people's sorrows and joys were not connected.

What moved him was that he had talked with the old man for so long, but he didn't contribute any ghost spirit at all.

He stared at Grandpa Wei for a long time.

Jiang Chen was relieved after he was sure that he didn't feel any malice from the other party.

At a certain moment, he even guessed.

The other party's experience was fabricated, and he was actually a chess piece planted in the underworld by the Dark Alliance.

But thinking about it carefully, it is not right. Some of the things I said before would cause emotional fluctuations, but there is still no trace of ghost.

And the experience that Uncle Wei talked about does not seem to be fake. He should have had such a sad past.

After the death of his family, he joined the underworld and followed the captain to deal with supernatural events and save those who had the same experience as him.

In the end, he watched his teammates die in front of him one by one.

Ten years have passed, and his heart is dead. All the old friends have passed away. Only he is left to watch at the door of the underworld branch where he once fought together, watching the hope of new generations ignite, and remembering the people and things in the past.

I have to say.

Uncle Wei’s experience has given Jiang Chen a lot of understanding of the era he is in now.

The resurgence of terror is no longer a simple sentence that there are ghosts in the world.

It is the pain and despair of generations.

Jiang Chen left at noon. Uncle Wei may have his own secrets, but he is definitely not a treacherous and evil person.

He didn’t care too much.

Tens of millions is nothing to Jiang Chen, who owns one-third of Gu Group.

But the old man has protected Jiangbei for his whole life, and Jiang Chen can be said to have grown up in Jiangbei.

He needs someone to see him off, so it's just a small favor for him.

Take a taxi home.

On the way.

Jiang Chen checked and found that he had gained nearly 10,000 ghost energy today, which was pretty good. After all, there was no risk and he didn't have to face those cruel and vicious ghosts..

Almost picked it up for nothing.

However, the reason why he could gain so much was because it was the first time to use such a wake-up method, and the emotional feedback from the ghost messengers was relatively large.

Jiang Chen estimated that the harvest would be much smaller in the future, but after a month, he should still be able to get 100,000 ghost energy.

"It's great. If there weren't so many crises recently, I wouldn't have to go on missions. I would wake people up every day in the underworld branch. After a year, I would almost have the strength of a king!"

Jiang Chen murmured, dreaming.

But the current situation obviously does not allow him to do so. Crises are rising on all sides, and even what Grandpa Wei said before implies some very dangerous information.

This old man who carries a certain secret seems to think that he will not live long.

"Troubled times..."

Jiang Chen shook his head and leaned back in the back seat of the taxi, and a rare sense of fatigue rose.

After arriving home.

He opened the underworld app, and there was an extra page on it, which was the special authority of the underworld.

Enter "sick building".

There were many results from the search, the most important of which were nine files, from the first to the eighth wards, and a file marked in red - [Cursed Hospital] (Happy Psychiatric Hospital)

Jiang Chen checked them one by one, and the more he read, the more frightened he became.

When he knew about the seventh ward before, it was said that the strongest person there was only the blood-stained clothes. At that time, he thought that the ward was just an event with a threat level of about B.

Now I understand.

The origin of the ward is so big!

After reading it, he summarized the information.

There is a hospital called Happy Psychiatric Hospital, which accommodates many disabled people with physical deformities or mental distortions.

It is said that this hospital advocates that these abnormal humans can also get the same happiness as ordinary people.

It sounds beautiful.

But in fact, after these people entered the hospital, they became more and more unfortunate, and soon died one by one.

Before they died, they cursed this hospital. From a certain day, Happy Psychiatric Hospital became more and more weird.

In the end, everyone who knew about this hospital called it the cursed hospital.

By this time, the hospital had already become an unshakable behemoth, so terrifying that even the King of Hell suffered a great loss at its hands!