Chapter 31
Xie Changshi had calculated the time Rong Jing would arrive home before making a video call to Rong Jing, but what he didn't expect was that after the video was connected, the background behind the young man was obviously not Yunjiang Bay, but the hospital.
He frowned slightly, but before he could ask, Rong Jing obediently recounted everything that happened tonight.
The young man stretched his neck to look in the direction of the operating room and said to Xie Changshi, "I asked Special Assistant Song to go back and rest. I'll wait here for that person to come out."
"Yeah." Xie Changshi didn't worry too much about Rong Jing's safety. After all, he had witnessed Rong Jing's fighting ability with his own eyes. He just said, "I'll be back tomorrow."
tomorrow?
Didn’t you go there today?
Rong Jing blinked, quite surprised: "When you left, you said it would take three days."
"That's just an estimate." Xie Changshi leaned back on the sofa. The dim light from above fell on his face, casting shadows on his features. He looked a little gentle, but soon, as his eyebrows raised slightly, the illusion of gentleness was broken. He asked, "Don't you want me to come back?"
"How could that be," Rong Jing held up her chin with both hands and said sweetly what Xie Changshi loved to hear, "I missed you so much. Don't you humans have a saying that goes 'One day without seeing you feels like three years' time? We haven't seen each other for fourteen hours now, so..."
Rong Jing paused for two seconds, then switched to the calculator on his phone and came up with the answer: "1.74 autumns."
Xie Changshi couldn't help but laughed.
The content of their video chat wasn't very interesting, but neither of them hung up. Rong Jing, the little zombie, was a chatterbox, saying anything he wanted to say. He even mentioned the incident with Cui Linshan's wife that he had met at Shanshui Restaurant today, and mocked Special Assistant Song, who was hated by God.
After chatting for almost an hour, the door of the operating room finally opened.
Xie Changshi knew that Rong Jing had important things to do, so he took the initiative to hang up the video.
Rong Jing put his phone away and walked to the door of the operating room. The doctor took off his mask and looked at the young boy in front of him. He said to him, "The patient seems to have suffered a serious impact, and his internal organs are damaged. But he just needs to be taken good care of from now on. The nurse will inform you of other precautions when she makes rounds."
Rong Jing nodded obediently and said politely, "Thank you."
Song Qing arranged a VIP ward for the young man, a suite. The large room was for the patient, and the smaller room was for the caregiver. Rong Jing went to the ward according to the ward number given by the nurse. He first looked at the young man who had fallen into a coma, then carried the mute boy to the head of the young man's bed and comforted him, "Don't worry, just wait until he wakes up."
Although the dumb kid couldn't speak, he was extremely polite and quickly bent down and kowtowed to Rong Jing to express his gratitude.
"Then you stay with your keepers first. I'll go wash up and change clothes."
Rong Jing took a simple shower and saw the clothes on the bed in the small room. He once again felt that Special Assistant Song was worthy of being Special Assistant Song. No wonder Xie Changshi liked his ability to do things. He also liked it.
That's so thoughtful.
He was sighing inwardly as he walked out when the nurse opened the door and walked in, ready to explain the precautions: "If nothing unexpected happens, the patient will wake up tonight or tomorrow, but he is not in a good condition to eat. We will give him an IV drip, so don't worry. The most important thing these days is to recuperate well."
"OK."
The nurse nodded, then looked around the room and asked uncertainly, "Is the air conditioning in this room turned too low?"
As soon as the words came out, the dumb kid silently shrank back towards the window.
The nurse also bent down, picked up the air conditioner, and raised the temperature in the room a few degrees.
Before leaving, she repeatedly reminded Rong Jing, "Tonight is crucial. Be attentive while accompanying us. If you have any questions, ring the bell immediately. Got it?"
Rong Jing nodded.
The door of the ward was closed. The mute kid looked at the time on the clock on the wall, then thought of what the nurse had just said, and floated to Rong Jing's side.
It had been with Rong Jing for several hours and knew very well that Rong Jing was a good person. So it boldly put its hand on the boy's back and pushed him into the small room. Rong Jing blinked and asked it, "I'm going to rest. Will you take care of me?"
The dumb kid nodded vigorously, and as if he was worried that Rong Jing was worried, he patted his chest hard, then straightened his back, indicating that he would definitely complete the job well.
...This little kid is quite cute.
Rong Jing stared at it for a few seconds, and muttered to himself as he walked towards the small room.
He wants to have one, too.
I don't know if there's a chance to turn around.
After lying in bed and playing with his phone for a while, Rong Jing felt sleepy. He said good night to Xie Changshi, then put down his phone and fell into a deep sleep.
It's late at night.
The rain in Yancheng was falling like crazy. Not only did it show no signs of stopping, but it was getting heavier and heavier, as if the rain was going to flood the entire city.
A dark figure stopped at the entrance of the alley. Rain fell from above his head, but miraculously avoided his hair and clothes, and fell to the ground along the outline of his body, splashing water.
The man stared at the chaotic garbage pile in front of him with sinister eyes, and slowly twitched his lips: "You are quite good at hiding."
The little ghost floated beside him, sniffing the almost completely dissipated smell, and squeezed out a hoarse voice from his dry throat: "There is still a strange smell."
"Can you find it?"
"It should be possible."
"should?"
The smell of the owner and this simple question made the little ghost tremble all over, and his body tensed instantly. He licked his lips nervously and changed his words: "It can be found."
The affirmative answer finally satisfied the owner. The man turned and walked out of the alley. He reached out and gently stroked the little ghost's head, saying softly, "I believe you can find it. So, within two hours, is that okay?"
The little ghost was full of strong ghost aura, but it was still shivering from the cold breath coming from its owner. It lowered its eyes and nodded.
Time gradually approaches twelve o'clock.
The rain, which had been given a yellow alert, finally began to stop. The noisy sound of the rain gradually faded away. The nurses standing by the window breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought it would scare people all night long."
"It's been a while since it rained this hard. Luckily, I closed the windows before coming to work, otherwise the house would have been flooded today."
"Oh, don't tell me, it really flooded me last time."
After a few relaxing conversations, the conversation returned to the patients in the inpatient department. One of the short-haired nurses bent down to pick up a booklet and turned to ask the others, "Has the bell for VIP1206 not rung yet?"
The tall nurse nodded: "Yes, I checked, the patient is in good condition."
"That'll do."
The lights in the building were dimmed slightly, and the nurses were doing their work in an orderly manner. Outside the building, the man took off the water-repellent talisman on his body and looked up at the twenty-story building in front of him.
Three security guards came from behind him on the right. When one of them passed by him, his arm seemed to hit something and he felt a sharp pain.
The security guard turned his head sharply.
"What's wrong?" asked the other two security guards.
"I don't know either," he raised his hand, "I just seemed to bump into something when I was walking over here just now."
As soon as these words were spoken, the other two security guards looked at each other with a slightly strange expression. One of them gently poked the place his colleague mentioned with the stick in his hand, but there was nothing there, so he let out a breath.
"It's okay, maybe we ran into some big brother." Without staying there any longer, the two of them pushed their colleagues and quickened their pace to leave the place, "Let's go and check out other places."
Their figures gradually disappeared. The man lowered his head and reached out to flick the clothes on his right arm. There was clearly no dust at all, but as soon as he thought about having just run into a security guard, it was as if there was a disgusting sticky feeling sticking to his skin that he couldn't wipe off.
He tutted his words and forced himself to close his eyes.
After a few seconds, his eyes reopened and he asked the little ghost, "Where is it?"
The little ghost replied in a low voice: "1206, besides Xue Cang, there is another human being. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the person who saved Xue Cang."
The man chuckled softly when he heard this. "You dare to save someone from the garbage dump? It seems you've never suffered any loss before. But... there won't be another chance."
He walked towards the 12th floor. The moment he entered the building, he turned around and said to the little ghost, "I hope that by the time I deal with Xue Cang and come out, you will have dealt with the security guard who hit me, okay?"
The little ghost didn't dare to refuse and nodded vigorously.
Its owner looks very polite. On the surface, it seems to be asking questions, but in fact it is giving orders. No one is allowed to resist... The same goes for ghosts.
Not daring to anger the owner, yet having to kill the security guard before the owner could deal with Xue Cang, the little ghost no longer hesitated. He disappeared from the spot in a flash, and then appeared behind the three security guards who had already patrolled to other places.
It stuck out its long tongue and stared at the security guard as if it was looking at some delicious food, and its sharp teeth gleamed coldly under the light.
…
In ward 1206 of the inpatient department.
The dumb kid was lying on the bed, looking at the caretaker on the bed.
Not long ago, a nurse came over to take a look and muttered to herself, "The situation is good," which made the mute kid happy for a long time.
It observed the owner cautiously, took out a piece of talisman paper from its brocade bag and stuck it on its body, then reached out and smoothed out the wrinkles on the owner's clothes, and pulled the quilt hard, fearing that the owner would catch a cold.
After doing all this, it floated to the sofa and prepared to rest.
At the same moment, Rong Jing, who was sleeping in the small room next door, suddenly opened his eyes. His dark eyes were clear of sleep and perfectly alert. He turned his head silently towards the door, then, as if realizing something, suddenly closed his eyes again.
Phew.
A strange sound was heard, and a shriveled and skinny evil ghost poked half of its body out from the door panel, and then slowly pulled the rest of its body out.
The evil spirit stretched its neck, its sight accurately focused on the figure on the bed in the darkness. It sniffed hard, and a fragrance it had never smelled before filled the air, so wonderful that it made it dizzy.
This is just like a beast that has been hungry for a long time suddenly smelling the sweet aroma of meat. The desire that comes from the bones completely dominates the body. When the evil ghost comes to its senses, it has already rushed to the bed and bit down without hesitation.
Rong Jing originally wanted to endure it a little longer.
But he couldn't bear it anymore.
This evil ghost is different from the dumb little ghost on the hospital bed. The dumb little ghost is clean all over and is obviously well taken care of, but the one in front of him exudes a strong fishy smell as soon as he stepped into the small room. It is obvious that he eats too much raw and rotten meat on a daily basis.
Especially when the other person got close to the bed, the disgusting smell almost made Rong Jing feel nauseous and want to vomit.
Unable to bear it any longer, Rong Jing threw back the blanket without a word, and without hesitation, her slender white fingers wrapped around the evil ghost's neck. The evil ghost was obviously not expecting this, and was so frightened that it didn't come back to its senses, staring at Rong Jing in astonishment with a pair of scarlet eyes.
After a few seconds, it began to struggle frantically, its arms and legs shaking, and the foul smell became more obvious.
Rong Jing: “…”
He pinched his nose in pain, and just when he wanted to break the evil ghost's neck with one hand, there was a sudden click of the door being pushed open outside, followed by the shrill scream of "Ahhh" from the mute little ghost.
The dumb kid looked at the figure in front of him in panic. The other person was wrapped in black clothes, and the spacious hood of the clothes covered his facial features. But as soon as he appeared, the dumb kid felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, and strands of coldness began to emerge from his body.
It's him!
It was this man who severely injured his owner!
The dumb little ghost subconsciously wanted to find Rong Jing for help, but the door of the small room was right next to the man, and it couldn't get close at all. It could only alert Rong Jing through hoarse screams.
The man saw the dumb boy's extreme reaction, but he didn't care. He just approached step by step, and finally stopped beside the bed, looking down at the last living person in Liuyun Temple.
He tilted his head to look at the equipment at the bedside that showed the young man's vital signs were stable, and sighed: "I didn't expect that he could be saved, but it's a pity-"
The man said slowly, "I, Han Yu, have never failed to kill anyone I wanted to kill."
The little ghost seemed to have sensed what he was about to do, and rushed forward like crazy, trying to bite Han Yu's arm with his teeth. But as soon as he got close, Han Yu raised his hand and waved it. Severe pain came from his neck, and the dumb little ghost's whole body flew out in a parabola in the air.
Han Yu really didn't take this dumb kid seriously.
This kid was too innocent, without any resentment or malice. In his eyes, he was just a vase. He couldn't understand why the future master of Liuyun Temple would keep such a waste around.
However, these doubts are not important.
He stretched out his hand, and his fingers gradually moved towards the young man's neck, but just when his fingertips touched the skin of the young man's neck, the eyelids of the man who was lying motionless on the hospital bed trembled slightly.
Are you waking up?
Han Yu raised his eyebrows and suddenly became interested.
It’s a good thing that he woke up. After waking up, he found that he was rescued, but before he could be happy, he had to face death... This kind of ups and downs must be very interesting to watch, right?
Han Yu was intrigued by this idea. He gradually loosened his grip on Xue Cang and gazed at him leisurely. He said with a smile, "If he's awake, why not open his eyes and take a look? That dumb little ghost you're raising is almost dead."
Countless noisy voices kept ringing in Xue Cang's ears, and he seemed to be trapped in an extremely terrifying nightmare.
He was simply traveling as usual, following his master's instructions. The senior brothers at the Taoist temple always said he was the future head of Liuyun Temple, a man with great responsibilities to shoulder, so they constantly trained him. Although he sometimes felt tired, he never slacked off, especially on this trip, where he completed his goal early and returned to his master's sect.
But the moment he stepped into Liuyun Temple with the gifts for his fellow disciples, the strong smell of blood and the stench of evil spirits rushed into his nostrils, making him dizzy and his vision blurred.
He unconsciously lifted his foot and walked into the temple.
What he saw was scarlet blood and several corpses. The current abbot of Liuyun Temple, his master, was forcibly hung in front of the statue of the founder, with his arms spread out, long nails embedded in his arms and palms, his eyes were open in death, and tears of blood kept flowing from the corners of his eyes.
Xue Cang almost went crazy.
He threw down his belongings and ran towards the other person, but at that moment, a figure walked out from the side, wiping blood from the corner of his lips. The figure tilted his head and chuckled softly, "Sure enough, there's a fish that slipped through the net. It seems my wait was worth it."
Xue Cang didn't know who he was, but he knew that he must be related to the deaths of so many fellow disciples in Liuyun Temple.
The two sides fought, and Xue Cang was unable to fight back.
Like a drowned dog, he was forced to flee to various places by the man who wanted to destroy his temple. He had many visible and invisible wounds on his body, and each wound was draining his vitality, but he dared not stop or relax.
He couldn't beat the other party, but he couldn't die at the other party's hands.
Because he still needs revenge.
The life and death of so many people in the Taoist temple are in his hands, and they cannot die in vain.
Xue Cang remembered that in the last moment of his consciousness, he found a very deep alley and hid in a garbage dump in a panic.
Then what?
Then what happened?
Doubts filled his mind, and anxiety began to surge. Xue Cang's breathing gradually became rapid, and his pale face was stained with blood due to excitement. He felt as if a heavy object was pressing down on his eyelids, but his gradually clear consciousness was also telling him -
Open your eyes quickly.
You must open your eyes.
Pop.
The headlight above the ward flickered, and Xue Cang suddenly opened his eyes, only to be met with a man's face.
When Xue Cang's blurry vision focused and he saw the other person's appearance clearly, his blood ran cold.
How come... it's him?
"you--"
The young man struggled to speak, and the flash of fear in his eyes perfectly pleased Han Yu. A smile slowly formed on the corners of his mouth, and he shrugged and explained the current situation to Xue Cang: "You're quite lucky. You were hiding in that garbage dump and were rescued and sent to the hospital."
"It's just..." He deliberately dragged out his words, his tone becoming regretful. "What a pity! The person who saved you had no idea how dangerous you were, nor did they know how to clear your aura. So, there was nothing I could do. I had to chase after him."
Ice-cold fingers stroked the skin of Xue Cang's neck, and the cold breath gradually penetrated into his blood vessels, making Xue Cang realize that his body temperature was constantly dropping and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
But his eyes were still fixed on Han Yu, and his lips seemed to move. Seeing this, Han Yu bent down and put his ear close to his ear, barely hearing the struggle in the young man's throat.
He’s saying, “I’m not going to let you go.”
Han Yu couldn't help but burst into laughter, his wild laughter shaking his chest. He laughed until his waist was broken, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said with a smile: "Why don't you let me go? Will you seek revenge on me after you become a ghost? It's a pity that you and your fellow disciples won't even have the chance to become ghosts, let alone reincarnate. So... goodbye."
With his fingers pressed against Xue Cang's throat bone, Han Yu suddenly exerted force under Xue Cang's hateful gaze.
Click.
A crisp breaking sound was heard, but it was not Xue Cang's larynx that was crushed, but Han Yu's finger bones that were broken after colliding with a hard object.
At the moment when the pain surged up to his nerve endings, the smile on Han Yu's face gradually disappeared, his eyes became cold, and his gloomy gaze stared straight at the golden barrier that suddenly appeared on Xue Cang's body.
Xue Cang still had a life-saving talisman on him.
Han Yu clenched his right hand with his fingers, and after another click, his bent fingers straightened. Then, he pressed the yellow paper with the red talisman against his fingers. He clenched his fingers into a fist and, with unparalleled force, smashed it into the barrier.
Click.
A circular impact mark appeared at the point where the barrier touched Han Yu's fist, and then some spider-web-like marks began to spread out in all directions with this circle as the center.
Seeing this, Han Yu punched a few more times.
Finally, on the fifth hit, the barrier shattered completely with a snap, and countless tiny pieces of debris melted into the air like golden light the moment they fell, disappearing without a trace.
"This time, I really have to say goodbye."
Bang.
The fist hammered down again.
Another golden barrier suddenly emerged from Xue Cang's body without warning.
Han Yu: “……?”
After six loud bangs, the barrier shattered and disappeared again.
Han Yu took out his sword and stabbed Xue Cang in the heart.
Sure enough, the tip of the sword hit the golden barrier.
The effortless look on his face had vanished without a trace when he failed to kill Xue Cang twice before. The anger of being fooled completely burned Han Yu's mind. He sneered, "Okay, you have some skills. I underestimated the foundation of your Liuyun Temple."
Little did he know that Xue Cang, who was unable to move, also fell into deep silence.
He is the future master of Liuyun Temple. Doesn’t he know the background of Liuyun Temple?
When did this thing come into being?
A possibility suddenly emerged in Xue Cang's heart, and he thought of the person who saved him that Han Yu had just mentioned.
Just as he was thinking, he saw Han Yu's hand stretched out in the air. As he screamed, the dumb kid's body was firmly trapped between Han Yu's five fingers. The forced squeeze made the dumb kid feel severe pain, and his pale face began to struggle frantically.
Xue Cang saw this and his brows were filled with anxiety: "Xiaoyu!"
"You even gave this little brat a name. It seems you really like it." Han Yu's eyes were filled with sarcasm. "I can't help it. I can only kill it to vent my anger—"
Before he could finish his words, a strange young man's voice came from the side. Rong Jing pushed open the door and looked at him, his eyes slightly curved: "I didn't agree with you killing it."
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