dragon hunter

Chapter 95
When I arrived at the destination, I opened the car door and felt a sense of relief.

"It's the first time I've been here, it looks a little gloomy." Teacher Fang locked the car door, looked around, and leaned towards me subconsciously.

Jiren Psychiatric Hospital is located on the outskirts of the city. Here are some old buildings left over from the city’s No. 90 Hospital. In the [-]s, the No. [-] Hospital in the city was relocated. It was bought by a Hong Kong boss and opened Jiren Psychiatric Hospital.

According to the rumors of the old people in the county, when the psychiatric hospital was first established, there were rumors of ghosts.

Later, the Hong Kong boss paid a lot of money to invite a Feng Shui master to make some changes to the layout of the hospital, and the rumors of haunting died down.

A gust of cold wind blew by, rolling up a few fallen leaves in front of the door. It was the kind of whirling wind that called ghosts whirling in our countryside.

"I'm a little scared." A hand squeezed my arm tightly, Teacher Fang's voice trembled a little.

"Didn't you have the courage to go up to the haunted fifth floor of the girls' dormitory by yourself?" I rubbed my nose in embarrassment, wondering if I should withdraw my arm.

"I'm actually quite timid, but at that time, human life was at stake, so I didn't care about so much." Teacher Fang let go of his hand a little embarrassed.

"It's a good teacher, let's go there." I gestured my thumbs and walked towards the hospital gate.

The style of the building is a bit old, and the layout of the whole hospital makes me feel a little weird, but after looking carefully, I can't tell what's wrong.

The patients in the psychiatric hospital are naturally insane lunatics. Most people who pass by here take a detour. In addition, it is located in the outskirts of the city and there is no popularity, so the entire hospital hall is empty.

A fat nurse with a swollen face was sitting behind the nurse's desk, holding a mobile phone, grabbing red envelopes with a serious face, slapping her thigh from time to time, shouting that she had missed a red envelope.

For us who passed by, he just glanced indifferently, and Mr. Fang, who made up a lot of words, felt like he had punched nothing.

"I thought it would be very strict to visit here." Teacher Fang looked back at the fat nurse.

"You called Xiaoyu's mother and asked about the bed number in the ward?" I turned to Teacher Fang and asked.

"Well, on the third floor, 313, she is seriously ill and very aggressive. The hospital opened a single ward for her." Teacher Fang introduced Xiao Yu's situation.

Occasionally, doctors walked by in the corridor, most of them looked hurried, and each of them had a rigid face, as if everyone owed him 100 million.

"Didn't you say that mental patients need the most care? Why do they have such an attitude?" Teacher Fang frowned slightly.

"It's normal. Anyone who has been in this environment for a long time will not be happy." I can understand those doctors.

The lights in the corridor are a bit dim, and sometimes the voltage is unstable, and it will flicker on and off.

This kind of old-fashioned building has no elevators, and the design of the stairs is not scientific. It is dark and damp, and the sensor lights sometimes do not turn on.

As soon as we reached the corner of the second floor, a mental patient in a hospital gown stood by the window with his back to us, as if admiring the scenery outside the window, muttering in a low voice, the voice was too small for me to hear clearly.

Just as Teacher Fang walked past him, the guy suddenly turned around, with an exaggerated smile on his face, gestured for a pistol with his finger, and shouted: "Crack! You're dead!"

"Ah!" Teacher Fang was a little nervous at first, but was startled by the lunatic, screamed, turned around and hugged me tightly.

"Hahaha!" The mental patient clapped his hands and laughed loudly, jumping around on the spot with his legs like a frog.

The expressions of the two doctors on duty in the corridor changed, and they rushed over quickly, dragging the lunatic to the side ward.

"Okay, it's all right now. The patient was taken away by the doctor." I stood there stiffly, stretched out my hand carefully, and patted Teacher Fang's shoulder lightly.

Teacher Fang reacted, blushing, let go of his arms calmly, stroked his messy hair, and walked up the stairs in a panic.

"We are the flowers of the motherland, we are the sun of tomorrow..." A singing voice came from the third floor.

Teacher Fang paused and looked back at me nervously, not daring to take another step forward.

I walked up quickly, turned the corner of the stairs, and saw an old lady in her 60s, wearing a hospital gown, standing upright in the corridor, singing with a strong voice, holding one hand to her ear salute.

"Why doesn't the doctor care?" Teacher Fang walked behind me cautiously, staring at the old lady with some fear.

"It's okay, you follow me." I looked at it for a while, and felt that the old lady should not be aggressive.

The situation on the third floor was a bit strange, the lights were dim, and there was no doctor or nurse in sight, and the doors of the wards were covered with a layer of iron.

The old lady just stood there and sang, ignoring us who were passing by. Teacher Fang kept staring at the old lady with a very nervous expression on her face.

Fortunately, we walked a distance of five or six meters, and the old lady didn't move a step, and she said nervously until a song was over, "Don't go, I'll tell you a secret, there are many ghosts on the third floor. "

Teacher Fang's face turned pale, and he stretched out his arms tremblingly, grabbing my clothes tightly, and looked around nervously.

"It's okay, don't believe what a lunatic says." I squinted my eyes and scanned around, but didn't feel anything unusual.

It was strange to say that some wards on the second floor were quite noisy, but on the third floor it was completely silent, every ward was locked tightly, and there was no movement inside.

"313, this is the room." Teacher Fang stared at the number on the door, and frowned at the closed door.

"There is a doctor's duty room over there, let's go and ask." I pointed to the end of the corridor.

The doctor's duty room was lit, and it was very quiet. I walked over and saw no one. I was about to go to the second floor to ask a doctor when a scream rang in my ears.

"There are a pair of feet behind the sofa." Teacher Fang was terrified, pointing to the sofa.

My heart tightened, I took out two talisman papers and held them in the palm of my hand, and walked cautiously towards the sofa.

A doctor in a white coat was stuffed behind the sofa with his eyes closed, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"There is a strange Buddha statue on the table." Teacher Fang ran to me nervously.

An erratic sound of chanting Buddha rang in my ears. The language was a bit strange, and I couldn't understand a word.

I quickly turned around and looked at the desk, and saw a strangely shaped Buddha statue, inexplicably appearing on the table, with an exotic style, four faces on the head, and eight arms forming a strange Buddha seal. Each holds a skull.

"Help!" A painful voice came from Teacher Fang beside him.

I turned my face and saw a pair of hands pinching her neck. The doctor who was lying behind the sofa before, with a tinge of purple in his face and a ferocious expression, pinched Teacher Fang's neck hard.

I slapped the doctor on the forehead with a piece of talisman paper, separated his arm forcefully, and pulled Teacher Fang behind him.

"Ahem!" Teacher Fang put his hands on his neck in pain, and coughed sharply.

"Feng!" I bit my finger and put a blood talisman on the doctor's forehead. The doctor fell to the ground without saying a word.

"Be careful behind your back, the Buddha statue has changed!" Teacher Fang held my arm with both hands, and his body trembled slightly.

I turned around and threw a piece of burning talisman paper. Before the burning talisman approached, a cloud of black smoke rose from the weird Buddha statue, condensing into a thin monk with a strange Buddha seal on his hands.

"Nanyang Jisang, first arrived in your land, if you meddle in the He family's business, you will die." Jisang's accent is very strange, and his Mandarin is very awkward.

A nameless anger rose from my heart, and it was these Nanyang fans again, and it was so endless.

We are old enemies, I didn't talk nonsense, I pulled Teacher Fang behind me, and threw out a few burning talisman papers.

Monk Najisang didn't know where he came from, his figure was completely condensed by a cloud of smoke, moving left and right, ethereal and uncertain.

A burst of awkward spells came, and Jisang's hands kept changing Buddha seals one by one, and phantoms appeared in the room one by one.

There are men, women and children in these phantoms, all of them are full of resentment, their faces are ferocious, and when they gather together, the ghostly aura rises to the sky.

I said badly in my heart, this Nanyang ghost monk is very evil, and he has summoned so many innocent souls.

Those resentful ghosts came here step by step, their resentful eyes made people feel chills.

I stepped on Kuidou steps, aroused the yang fire in my shoulders, threw a handful of burning talisman papers forward, and rushed over.

Black smoke rose continuously all over my body, and my ears were filled with the screams of unjust souls. The Yang fire on my shoulders was stronger than ordinary people. Ash.

"I underestimated you, die!" Jisang's Chinese vocabulary was not smooth, and there was always a "death" coming and going.

"I'll take you to the Buddha to make a fortune first." I rushed to Jisang's side, swung my fists, and hit the other's illusory figure.

The hot feeling on my arm made my blood boil. When my fist hit the black mist, Jisan's body spread out and re-condensed at the other end of the room.

I was about to rush over to give chase, when I caught a glimpse of the Buddha statue on the table out of the corner of my eye, picked up the weird Buddha statue with both hands, and smashed it hard to the ground.

"Bang!" The strange Buddha statue was torn apart, an extremely dangerous feeling rose in my heart, and I subconsciously retreated to one side.

A blood-red eye appeared above the room. Those eyes were extremely strange and evil. Just looking at me made me feel like I was in a sea of ​​blood hell.

The vision in front of me was blurred for a while, surrounded by a boundless sea of ​​blood, with dead corpses floating on it, an evil Buddha with four faces, stepping on the void, walking towards me step by step.

The evil Buddha raised his arm, and I instantly smelled the smell of death. Without waiting for the other party to make any further moves, I roared, mobilizing the flaming yang energy of my whole body, and slammed into the figure of the evil Buddha.

(End of this chapter)