Chapter 110 Logistics

[When will you stop being so cruel to yourself?] The system jumped in the system space.

At that time, the force field was eroded and decomposed, and the spirits lost their ability to teleport and did not have any other ways to fight.

Without the absolute advantage of teleportation, the alien spirit was just a sitting duck in the eyes of Jian Zirui and Qi Xueyi, and was soon dealt with by the two of them working together.

However, even if they finally killed the alien spirit, they could not experience the joy of helping He Jingtong to take revenge, but instead felt even more uncomfortable and depressed.

Every time, every time it was like this, when danger came, He Jingtong was always the first to step forward...

Qi Xueyi really wanted to curse someone.

But in the end, he could only support He Jingtong and continuously inject soul power into his body.

During the treatment of He Jingtong, Qi Xueyi did not forget to stare at him and say, "Next time you take any action, can you please consider yourself?"

"Isn't the prerequisite for saving people that you must survive first?" Qi Xueyi placed both hands on He Jingtong's chest at the same time, and the green power was continuously transmitted.

He Jingtong said with a pale face: "But I'm fine now..."

"What do you mean I'm okay? I mean I'm not dead!" Qi Xueyi felt the veins on his forehead twitching uncontrollably.

"And you're not dead yet. Have you ever thought about what would happen if I wasn't by your side? If you don't have the right therapist by your side, you'll just die without leaving any trace of yourself."

"But you are here." He Jingtong looked at Qi Xueyi. There was no fear or terror in his black pupils. He spoke seriously, but his voice was trembling because of the injury. "What's more, Jian Zirui is here too."

"I believe you two have been behind me all along."

"So it doesn't matter if you don't consider yourself. You will always consider me for me." He Jingtong was lying on the ground. He looked at Qi Xueyi who was bending over to treat him. His voice was neither hurried nor slow. When he spoke, he raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a pure smile.

At this moment, Qi Xueyi felt a heart attack that was exactly the same as the system's.

He said unhappily, "Should I also say thank you for your trust?"

"That's not necessary." He Jingtong raised his hand to refuse.

Qi Xue was so angry that he wanted to hit him, but looking at the cut on He Jingtong's chest, he finally didn't dare to really punch him.

After healing the wound on He Jingtong's heart, Qi Xueyi began to treat his other injuries.

After the other more serious injuries were mostly healed, Qi Xueyi stopped.

He gave up treating He Jingtong's scrapes, bruises and swelling from the collision.

He Jingtong didn't even need to ask, Qi Xueyi had already said maliciously: "Let your body heal those minor injuries on its own. If I don't let you feel pain for two days, you really won't remember how worrying your behavior is."

He Jingtong smiled helplessly and was pulled up from the ground by Qi Xueyi.

The white-haired young man propped up He Jingtong's body and looked at Jian Zirui who was walking over.

After Jian Zirui came over, she said, "The two people trapped earlier were not seriously injured. If they feel that their injuries are serious, they can go to the hospital for treatment. In short, this time we have successfully solved the problem of the alien spirit."

Earlier, when Qi Xueyi was treating He Jingtong's wounds, Jian Zirui did not just stand by and watch, but went to check on the two people who fell from the 18th floor to the 17th floor.

Fortunately, the two of them were lucky. After falling from a height of 3.5 meters, they were only hurt, and there were no obvious injuries.

At that moment, they had been untied by Jian Zirui, and the two of them supported each other and stood up from the broken remains of a wooden chair on the ground.

The two men stood up, and their first reaction was to thank him. They said in rapid voices and with tears in their eyes: "Thank you, thank you for saving us..."

No one sees it more clearly than these two.

Even He Jingtong's two teammates only saw his back at the time.

Only these two.

At that time, they clearly saw He Jingtong, whose back was pierced and blood was splattered, but in that state, he still gave them a soothing smile...

Their eyes widened at that time.

The two had no idea how ferocious the monsters were in the world they could not see, but they knew that they were protected.

By He Jingtong, by a spiritual master, by a child who was not yet an adult...

"Really, thank you so much." The senior one of the two had tears in his eyes. Even though he was a grown man, he couldn't stop crying at this moment.

The overwhelming fear and relief filled the hearts of both of them.

In addition, the dirty device that was still beating strongly, symbolizing the survival of life, was also covered with heartache at this moment.

"Are you okay with your injury? We need to find a doctor, call 120, call the police, and then, and then..." The younger generation looked at He Jingtong who was supported by Qi Xueyi in panic.

When Jian Zirui removed the physical restrictions on the two people, they did not see that He Jingtong received any "normal" healing methods.

There was no bandaging, disinfecting or emergency treatment of the wound.

The only thing there was the white-haired guy squatting beside He Jingtong.

In their rational state, they might have thought that this might be a unique healing method of spiritualists. However, their habit of seeking medical help when injured still made it difficult for them to think that He Jingtong had been cured.

Especially the straight wound on the boy’s chest that almost cut his clothes in two.

It is no exaggeration to say that the red blood that flowed from the boy's injury had not even had time to dry up and harden at this moment.

The red color gradually seeped outward along the wound on his chest, until the corner of He Jing's clothes on the same side that was soaked with blood, under the influence of gravity, slid to the ground and a drop of red blood fell.

This movement should not have attracted anyone's attention, but for some reason, the broken bloodstains were clearly reflected in the eyes of several people.

At least for this second, the air was so quiet that only the sound of breathing remained.

Then, He Jingtong told the two people in a calm tone: "It just looks scary, but it's actually healed."

The two of them kept trembling, and finally the senior said, "... Let's go downstairs first."

Just like that, a group of people supported each other and walked down the stairs through the emergency passage.

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Downstairs, the hotel manager who had been anxiously waiting outside had just seen Xijun going upstairs not long ago.

The hotel manager had never actually faced a ghost, but he had watched the live broadcast of the expedition team.

For some reason, in the second half of that match, the live broadcast allowed ordinary people to clearly see the danger of an A-level alien, and clearly demonstrated the terrifying killing power of an A-level alien.

The hotel manager was afraid that the seniors and juniors in the five-person team-building team would die on the 18th floor, and was also terrified that people who took the elevator down from the 18th floor would also collapse there.

But what he was more afraid of was that the three students who went up would encounter accidents.

They are so young, so young that the mere suggestion that they have no future cannot help but make people feel scared and terrified.

The manager was anxious and kept pacing at the door of the hotel. He wanted to take out his phone to check if there was any message from Qu Hao, but he heard a loud noise coming from the 18th floor.

In an instant, the hotel manager's body went limp and he fell to the ground.

His face turned pale as he looked at the eighteenth floor from which the loud noise was coming. He thought that the spiritualists and spirits on that floor could no longer function.

How are the residents doing? How are the students who came later? Has Mr. Xi, who came last, also merged with the pioneers?

There were too many unanswered questions. When the hotel manager was so anxious that he almost fainted, he saw a group of people walking out of the emergency passage.

Later, Jun Xi came up with a figure in his arms, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

He Jingtong was covered in blood and in tattered clothes, and was being supported by Qi Xueyi.

Jian Zirui was leading the group of people behind her...

"What's wrong? Are you okay? Are you all right? What about the guests...?" The hotel manager crawled up from the ground and asked anxiously.

But for some reason, there was an indescribable silence in the air.

Finally, it was He Jingtong who broke this atmosphere.

The boy lowered his head, looked at the ground, and said with a pale face: "I'm sorry, when I went up, the person in Teacher Rui's arms was no longer breathing."

The person who was killed had a fist-sized hole in his heart.

At that time, the corpse's eyes were open, the pupils were dilated, the bloodshot and white of the eyeballs were particularly protruding, like the eyes of a fish.

Earlier, when He Jingtong was cured and regained his mobility, he returned to the door of the suite on the 18th floor.

He originally wanted to pick up the deceased and carry him downstairs, but he happened to meet Lu Xijun who was going upstairs.

Finally, the deceased was carried downstairs by Mr. Xi.

He Jingtong, who had already exhausted most of his energy and was still trying to hold himself up, was also helped down by Qi Xueyi.

As for the group of people following Jian Zirui, they were the residents who came down from the eighteenth floor at the same time as the deceased.

They were luckier than the dead, because when the dead were targeted by invisible spirits, they also fled separately.

Finally, the group of people had no choice but to run down the emergency passage frantically.

They should have rushed out of the hotel building earlier, but because they were both untrained office workers, they couldn't go down 18 floors in one breath.

Before the halfway point, these people's bodies were so exhausted that they had no strength to struggle.

Mental and physical pressures were exerted simultaneously. When He Jingtong and his companions went downstairs through the emergency passage, the sound of their footsteps frightened the group of people.

One of them couldn't even stand steadily and rolled down the stairs. Fortunately, he was lucky and did not faint.

Finally, the group went downstairs safely under the escort of a teacher and three students.

But the dead are still dead, and are destined not to come back.

The hotel manager's face turned pale as he looked at the three students who bowed their heads in silence.

Even though he had worked at this resort for more than ten years, this was actually his first time facing a dead person.

When Xijun laid the body flat on the ground, Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui also spread their coats on the ground.

While they maintained respect for the deceased, there was obvious pain in their eyes.

The scene of ordinary people being killed by strange spirits has always been something that spiritualists want to prevent.

But relatively speaking, students in the high school paranormal department usually deal with paranormal incidents that do not involve casualties among ordinary people.

Even if there are any disputes, the follow-up matters will generally be handled by the "N" organization members.

This incident was also the first time for several underage spiritualists to face the dead at close range.

The three students' eyes were red.

The hotel manager was even more shaky.

The manager didn't say that he had seen the deceased every resident, but at least he had communicated with the deceased not long ago.

Even though it was just a simple inquiry as to whether the other party had a reservation...

But when I think back on it now, I feel that everything is so weird.

"How, how did he die..."

His lips moved several times, and his eyes could not help but turn red. Some of those who had escaped death could no longer hold back their tears and burst into tears, gasping for breath.

"The alien has always been such a ruthless monster." He Jingtong clenched his fists, "I'm sorry, I didn't make it in time and couldn't save him."

"It's not your fault..." The hotel manager looked at He Jingtong blankly.

There was too much blood on the boy's body. Even though they were still two or three meters apart, the overwhelming smell of blood had already filled the manager's nostrils, leaving no space.

I've never encountered anything like this before.

I never thought that the guests would leave so suddenly.

I have never seen a few minors bleeding to save others...

"Let's call an ambulance." Xijun said in a tired but rational voice, "Everyone is scared. Apart from anything else, it is still necessary to go to the hospital for a checkup."

"As for the deceased... just contact the police."

Members of the "N" organization have been taking action during this period, and have also been providing guidance to local police on how to handle the aftermath of supernatural incidents.

"There's nothing we can do about this happening. Ghosts... ah!" Jun Xi let out a long breath, "I just hope everyone won't let their emotions go to extremes. I also hope everyone knows that ghosts always represent danger and death."

Xijun calmed down his emotions and told his manager: "You should take action now, whether it's calling the police or calling an ambulance."

"Get moving, don't stop here."

As long as people take action, any sadness and fear will be interrupted by busyness.

"Yes, that's right, call an ambulance." The two seniors who were rescued were too ashamed to face the dead. They could only force themselves to shift their attention to He Jingtong, who was covered in blood.

"The student's wounds also need to be treated and bandaged."

"...I'm fine." He Jingtong tightened his hands hanging at his sides.

"Whether you are serious or not, let's go to the hospital together." Xijun said, "Let's get checked out, so we can feel at ease afterwards."

Ruoxijun looked at the collapsed crowd, and He Jingtong also looked in the direction he was looking.

Finally, everyone went to the hospital.

As for other people, most of them were affected mentally. They need to have a good rest and receive proper emotional counseling from a psychologist, and they should be able to return to normal.

As for the wounds, they were not as serious as the scrapes and bruises on He Jingtong's body.

The doctor looked at the boy's bruised and purple body and the new skin stained with blood. His lips trembled several times. Finally, he said, "You almost died there, kid, didn't you?"

He Jingtong was required to undergo a full body examination. Regarding his heart condition and the large hole in the back of his atrium that was clearly visible on his clothes, the conclusions were obvious to professionals.

Although the repair of the heart and the healing of wounds without scars seem incredible, the spiritual master himself is also fighting against the spirits, and is an incredible miracle.

Doctors accept these miraculous results, but even they are afraid.

"Little kid, don't take advantage of your or your companions' strange healing abilities and disregard your own life and death."

"...One third of my heart is broken."

When the doctor said this, many people's eyes were on He Jingtong.

Since there were more than a dozen people sent for physical examinations, and the number of doctors on night shift was not that large, one doctor was usually responsible for several patients.

At this time, everyone who had undergone the same examination as He Jing had an expression of disbelief.

Until one of them said, "You, you almost died there, why do you still care about us?"

He Jingtong looked at him in confusion.

The boy looked at her with a hint of doubt. He said, "I am a spiritualist. It is true that a spiritualist's mission is to kill spirits. But we kill spirits only to prevent more people from being killed by spirits."

"If I was fighting a ghost, I might not have had the chance to take care of you, but the ghost had already been killed."

He Jingtong told them: "You who are obviously frightened need a sense of security. As a spiritual director, I cannot say that I have an obligation to protect you, and I don't want to make myself sound so great. But under certain conditions, it is indeed my job to provide you with a small sense of security so that you can feel at ease and no longer be afraid of those invisible and unknown crises."

"It's no big deal." He Jingtong said calmly.

"But you are also seriously injured. Even if you are cured, you should rest well. There is no need to..." The person who spoke was confused, but she was very firm at the end. "Like you said, you have no obligation to take care of us."

"But I am a spiritual master." He Jingtong's tone was neither calm nor proud.

Such simple five words, yet they symbolize so many things.

"As for my injuries... they are just injuries. As long as there is no death, everything is fine."

"How can it be okay?! No one likes to get hurt, the best thing to do is to avoid getting hurt..."

The boy interrupted her hurried voice and said, "If you only get injured and can save two lives, will you do it?"

If just getting injured can prevent the evil spirits from killing more ordinary people, will the psychic do it?

The answer is yes.

"It's just an injury, and this is the lowest price I can pay." He Jingtong said in a statement tone.

"Before the psychics formed a systematic system, every time a psychic killed a spirit, it always cost their life."

"It's fine now." He Jingtong soothed their restless hearts.

“Maybe in a certain imagination, it can be better, but reality is not something that can be achieved just by imagination.”

"And if you care about the spiritualist's life, then I sincerely hope that you will never let your emotions go to extremes. Reason is a very beautiful thing, just like the starry sky."

“It is something that, as long as it exists, is enough to make people sober and moved.”

He Jingtong changed the subject and said, "Anyway, thank you for your concern, but I really don't have any big problems."

"Also, my examination is over. Can I go find my teammates? We are still minors. Only by going to bed early and getting up early can we grow taller. If possible, I hope I can grow taller..."

He Jingtong tried to say this in a relaxed tone, but he just couldn't be as naturally relaxed as Qi Xueyi.

Although Baimao is now stretching his head to look inside the doctor's clinic.

It was because He Jingtong noticed that gaze that he chose to change the subject.

The doctor was helpless, but he did not directly wave his hand to signal the boy to leave. Instead, he opened the drawer and took out a handful of candies.

"It was originally meant to be eaten at night to prevent drowsiness, but now it seems to be quite suitable for children like you."

He Jingtong blinked innocently, held a handful of candies, and left the clinic at the doctor's signal.

He had changed into clean clothes earlier, which were brought by members of the "N" organization.

The man with the slanted "N" badge on his chest was telling several plainclothes policemen: "When dealing with follow-up incidents related to the spiritualist, it is necessary to prepare some loose-fitting clothes of one size."

"Every spiritual master has literally been through thick and thin. As a logistics support staff, even if we can't fight alongside them, at least we have to make sure they don't end up in a state of panic after the battle."

He Jingtong smiled at him as he passed by.

The members of the "N" organization were stunned and stopped talking.

Under the puzzled gaze of the plainclothes officers, he watched the boy run towards two teammates who had been waiting there since early morning.

"One more thing to add: if there is more than one cleric fighting in the same incident, we should try to gather them together after the incident is over."

"Ask me why?"

Seeing the young men leaving together and completely disappearing at the end of the corridor, the members of the "N" organization said in a heavy voice: "Not every battle with the spirits can achieve a good result. We cannot participate in the battle, so we must do our best to ensure that the spiritualists will not miss the last sight of their companions..."

"Every action they take is accompanied by the possibility of death and the sudden end of life. Compared to the medical methods of ordinary people, spiritual masters are the ones who are most likely to save each other's lives."

"But if that's the case, won't we appear too powerless?" The plainclothes officer felt that they couldn't just rely on the spiritualist, but he was powerless to change this fact.

"Face up to your own ordinariness and see clearly the suffering of spiritual teachers. Do not belittle the ordinary, do not glorify the suffering, do all we can, this is logistics."!