Amidst a barrage of sarcastic comments.
Yan Jiu typed out familiar lines.
[To atheists: It's not too late to leave the hospital.]
Have comments and likes broken up?
Who dares to like Jiu Ye's comments now? Do you even dare to leave an impression on Jiu Ye?!
[On comments that you can't bear to swipe away after seeing them, only Master Jiu can touch my heart.]
In the live stream camera lens.
The "atheist" has found room 403.
He pushed open the door, which had no doorknob.
Upon entering.
The pungent smell of disinfectant hit me.
He was somewhat puzzled.
Why does this hospital building still smell so strongly of disinfectant after being abandoned for so long?
It's like trying to cover up some kind of smell.
He didn't have time to think about it further.
These past few days, he's been under immense pressure and mental strain from being stared at by strange eyes, to the point that he now wants to lie down whenever he sees a bed.
The "atheist" straightened the tilted hospital bed: "I'll sleep first half the night, and you can take over for the second half."
The tall, thin man nodded excitedly.
Looking around like a curious child.
There wasn't a trace of fear in them.
In the comments section, people expressed their admiration upon seeing an "atheist" lying on a hospital bed without blankets.
Sleeping on such a hard bed?
[The anchor's herniated disc: It's okay, I'm fine, as long as you're happy.]
I didn't expect him to be able to sleep.
[Family members, I'm about to faint!]
[I was terrified the whole way, following the camera, afraid something might jump out. Now I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.]
【^_^ I spoke too early.】
Look at that familiar smiling emoji! I clicked on the ID, and sure enough, it's that Jiu Ye I'm so obsessed with.
It's hard not to think about what will happen next.
The head-mounted camera was placed on the windowsill.
The wide-angle lens was pointed at the doorway.
You can see half of the roof.
In the dim light, netizens could not see any drag marks left by something on the roof.
They targeted the live stream for "atheists".
A heated discussion ensued.
At that time.
Yan Jiu turned off her phone.
She could have ignored the "atheist's" reckless behavior, but the eeriness of the ward piqued her interest.
There seems to be something good there.
Just as Yan Jiu was struggling with when to set off.
The old man saw Yan Jiu gazing at the outskirts of the city, and he did not continue arguing with Jiang Azi.
He teleported to Yan Jiu's side.
The old man said seriously, "You can't go to that place."
Yan Jiu hadn't even opened her mouth to ask.
Jiang Azi asked in confusion, "Why?"
The old man said seriously, "There are two places within a hundred miles that I feel threatened, and the place you see is one of them."
It can make God feel threatened.
This demonstrates its strength.
Jiang Azi asked curiously, "What about the other one?"
The old man carefully chose his words: "Knowing to return to the forest."
Yan Jiu nodded thoughtfully.
Then we went straight to the suburban ward.
The old man, unable to leave Huanyun Mountain, was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet. He couldn't stop him, nor could he chase after him.
We can only rely on Yan Jiu's strength.
Not long after.
Yan Jiu landed near the ward.
A playing card floated beside her.
Jiang Azi had just climbed out of the playing cards when Yan Jiu pressed her head down firmly.
Yan Jiu said without a doubt, "Stay put."
Jiang Azi's eyes widened: "You want me to just stand by and watch you get into danger while I do nothing?"
She waved her hands.
Striving to climb out of the house where the playing cards reside.
Yan Jiu suggested, "You can close your eyes."
Jiang Azi: "..." Are you kidding me? Are we discussing whether to close our eyes or not right now?!
Yan Jiu's expression remained unchanged.
Even the mountain god was somewhat wary of the ward.
This shows that the things in the ward should not be underestimated.
Jiang Azi, being a bound spirit, is better off not showing her face.
Without saying a word, Yan Jiu put away the cards and placed the card containing Jiang Azi into his inner pocket.
They strolled leisurely toward their destination.
Halfway there.
Yan Jiu caught a glimpse of a familiar figure and stopped in front of the red-clad ghost with stitches on its head.
The red-clad spirit, burdened with karmic debts, shrank back, trying her best to make her presence too obvious.
Yan Jiu calculated with her fingers: "In life, he trafficked women, but was instead cut in the kidneys by his experienced opponent, and eventually died from excessive blood loss. After his death, his brains were removed. He escaped this nightmare not long ago, and now he is returning despite his fear. He can't bear to waste his life for the dead? What a persistent and dedicated spirit."
Every time Yan Jiu spoke a sentence...
The red-clad spirit that once appeared in the Ouija board short video by an "atheist" trembled once.
Yan Jiu playfully threatened with a playing card: "Look at you, you've already come all this way, how can you just pass by my house without going in?"
The next moment.
The red-clad ghost was forced into her nightmare.
A dilapidated hospital ward.
The surroundings were deathly silent.
The hospital was built in imitation of those abroad.
The tallest ward has a landmark building—a large clock with a broken second hand.
The wind howled and the cranes cried.
The bell tolled mournfully.
It played a terrifying symphony.
A soft sigh brushed past the ear of the red-clad ghost.
She was immediately terrified.
It felt as if I had returned to the moment when my soul witnessed my own corpse being scalped and its beating brain removed by a scalpel.
The sounds of a human body being cut, dismembered, and stitched up seemed to echo in her ears once again.
Yan Jiu sighed and said, "Relax, don't be too nervous when you're back home."
The red-clad ghost seemed to weep but had no tears.
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