Chapter 144 (Very rare)
Iron, which is extremely rare, is as common here as pebbles on the roadside. Nezha originally thought he knew what a "car" was, but after seeing the actual vehicle in the basement, he found it to be completely different from what he had imagined. The way to enter was no different from before; he simply opened the car door and got inside.
Li Mei sat in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel.
Nezha gestured: "Doesn't this need to be powered by livestock?"
“Hmm, no need!” Pingyu nodded: “It’s powered by diesel or electricity, it’s called a car, and it’s one of the means of transportation here.”
Nezha remembered that Pingyu once said that there were no slaves in this era, and everyone was doing their job and living in peace and contentment.
Diesel or electric?
He memorized the two words and planned to ask them later.
He had only been here for a dozen minutes from the gates of hell, yet he felt more and more like a newborn infant, bewildered and confused by everything, struggling to explore.
Driving out of the dark basement, sunlight streamed into the passageway. Everywhere he looked, people were dressed lightly. The streets and roads were wide and smooth, stretching as far as the eye could see. Tall buildings rose from the ground, people moving densely among them. He pressed his forehead against the window; carriages and horses, once the exclusive domain of the wealthy and officials of the Shang and Zhou dynasties, were now commonplace, nothing new. All the ironware was neatly arranged, awaiting the flashing, colored lights.
Nezha thought for a moment and said, "It's more useful than the Wind Fire Wheels."
Pingyu: !!! !!!
Is it true that, regardless of time or place, most boys are actually interested in cars?
Wind and Fire Wheels:
Am I going to be laid off a thousand years from now? How scary!
The hospital wasn't far from Pingyu's home; it was just four traffic lights away. No one knew what Nezha had written into Li Mei's altered consciousness, but it made her abandon her daughter and the ancient people, leaving behind the words, "Nezha will take care of you," before driving back to work.
Pingyu, carrying Nezha, was somewhat disoriented amidst the surrounding cicada chirping.
She was seeing a psychiatrist today. She went to the counter to get a number; there were three people ahead of her. Nezha looked around and frowned. Ping Yu was busy logging her WeChat account onto her backup phone. Through the distorted face on the metal chair next to her, she asked Nezha, "Why are you frowning? Do you want to go back?"
"No," Nezha denied, "the people here are not right."
Upon hearing this, Pingyu also looked around.
Most people who come to the psychiatric ward are suffering from mental illnesses, and their most prominent characteristic is pale complexion and dark circles under their eyes. While all the patients were similarly exhausted, Pingyu couldn't discern anything beyond their miserable fate. Her body hadn't undergone any cultivation and didn't possess the ability to perceive yin and yang. Seeing Pingyu's blank expression, Nezha raised his hand and poked her forehead with his fingertip.
At this moment, the images in front of the two of them were synchronized.
The moment I opened my eyes, the entire psychiatric ward was dimmed and darkened. The lush greenery in the corridor was dense and eerie, as if unyielding green phlegm had been spat into every corner, accumulating into curtains. The already crowded waiting area became even more congested. Besides the patients I had seen before, there were now many strangely shaped figures standing between people. There were headless bodies obediently queuing; a long-haired female ghost was furious because another ghost had stepped on her hair; a paper child was looking this way; a zombie-like baby was floating in mid-air; and sexy foxes were laughing and chatting.
"What's this?" Ping Yu was startled.
Even though she had encountered countless monsters during her years in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, she still nearly cried out in alarm when she saw demons and ghosts running rampant in a modern hospital.
Pingyu bit her lower lip before she could shout, and the sound that was about to come out instantly turned into rapid breathing.
However, this unusual occurrence still attracted the attention of the monsters. They seemed to have no ill intentions, and they all crowded around, trying to look in this direction.
"Karmic enemies, creditors, vengeful spirits, ancestors, and predestined relationships."
One simple word after another escaped Nezha's lips as he coldly swept his gaze over the demons who were looking at him. Instantly, the heads that had poked out retracted as if by magic, perfectly in unison. All the demons and ghosts obediently lined up and stood in formation the moment Nezha looked at them, like soldiers in military training.
Pingyu looked at Nezha, then at the ghosts who had instantly cowered, and thought to himself:
The indigenous people in the psychiatric ward welcomed their strictest father yet.
Why are there so many spirits here?
She asked, quite puzzled.
Dark, damp, and dirty places breed evil spirits.
Pingyu had always known about the bad energy field in hospitals, but that only applied to earthbound spirits. Those who failed to be resuscitated each had their own reasons, many unable to reincarnate due to grudges accumulated in their previous lives. Most of the ghosts people saw in hospitals belonged to them. However, the demons he had just seen were different from earthbound spirits.
Most of the ancestors are deceased relatives or forefathers who did not live well in Fengdu and hoped that their living descendants would give them some gold coins.
Fate might be that of a "wandering master" or a "deity." A wandering master was a capable Taoist in life, and after death, hoping that a talented child could inherit his mantle, he would pester that child. As for a deity, just like in ancient times when immortals would time their children's deaths precisely, even in modern times when spiritual energy is depleted, the Heavenly Dao will still assign tasks to people, making them, like He Yu, born to walk the path of cultivation, otherwise they will die young and tragically, or even if they live, they will suffer a lifetime of torment.
"Hey, you know what?"
A spirit is speaking.
Pingyu sensed something juicy was going on and perked up his ears to listen.
"My husband, a recent graduate, works from 6 am to 10 pm, all year round, and voluntarily works overtime, yet his after-tax salary is only 1,600 yuan. It's so miserable that I'm almost embarrassed to ask him to burn paper money for me in my dreams."
This is for children and grandchildren's career.
"I was husband and wife with her for three lifetimes. In each of them, she said she didn't love me, but she was always loyal to me and never let me suffer the slightest grievance. I didn't believe she didn't love me, so when I died in my previous life, I didn't reincarnate. I just stayed by her side and dreamed of her day and night, asking her how she really felt about me!"
This is a story of a sullen husband and a strong woman, filled with both hatred and passion.
"Damn, this is so boring. I just randomly picked someone to follow. I'm getting a bit bored lately, so I'm planning to switch to another one after this month."
This is a purely entertaining ghost type.
Each person in the psychiatry department was followed by a long string of demons, who gathered together and chattered away like a team-building activity, revealing all the secrets about their own patients.
Being haunted by ghosts can cause auditory and visual hallucinations, and even lead to the ghost possessing the body due to prolonged exposure to yin energy, causing the person to act in ways that are not their own—all characteristics of mental illness. Therefore, in the early days of psychiatry, few people sought treatment there; most people with insomnia or other problems would turn to shamans or spirit mediums.
Pingyu, arm in arm with Nezha, listened with great interest.
She took out her phone, which she had just put the SIM card in, and showed it to him on WeChat.
"This is me."
Her profile picture is a little rabbit.
Nezha clicked on it, and Ping Yu held his finger and touched the "+" sign below.
"Click here to call me."
The moment she touched the phone icon, Pingyu's phone rang. She answered it, and the sound came from Nezha's phone speaker.
Nezha curiously fiddled with the phone, and Pingyu laughed, "No matter where I am, you can contact me through this!"
"Even in ancient times?" Nezha's eyes lit up.
“This won’t work~” Ping Yu spread his hands helplessly, explaining under Nezha’s suddenly calm smile, “Because there was no internet in the Shang and Zhou dynasties!”
Nezha made a gesture of weaving a spider web.
Ping Yu was both amused and exasperated: "It's the internet, not a spider web!"
"Please have Lin Pingyu (A10) wait in front of clinic room number 3."
As the sign announced its announcement, the pixelated text above it turned green. Ping Yu stood up and said, "I need to see a doctor. Can you wait for me here?"
Nezha nodded, spotted the empty seat next to the entrance of the clinic, and prepared to sit down.
Ping Yu took a step, preparing to go. At that moment, amidst the discussions of the many demons, one sentence precisely reached her ears.
"Sigh, my husband is planning to have a big one today."
As she landed, Ping Yu's heart skipped a beat. She looked in the direction of the voice and saw the corpse-like infant floating in mid-air, sharing with the demon spirit beside it, "It says it brought something, and after getting the mental evaluation certificate, it's going to make a big splash!"
Her gaze shifted and fell upon the ordinary man beside the baby. He was slender and tall, dressed in a black windbreaker, as thin as a bamboo pole supporting a bean curd sheet.
Ping Yu took note and looked at his hand in his pocket. His arm didn't sway with his frequent tiptoeing movements; instead, it remained as still as a welded steel plate.
What is he holding?
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