### Chapter 120: I Need You, Bai Yu!
The bl**d thread was devouring the body of the Red-clothed Evil Ghost, while Bai Yu leaned against the wall, quietly waiting for Zhao Mingyue to finish her battle. She wasn’t worried about Zhao Mingyue’s safety; the other party was pretty weak and wouldn’t be able to break through the traps she’d set on Zhao Mingyue. The only threat was lurking enemies.
Before long, Zhao Mingyue finished the job. She had smashed that evil ghost’s head so thoroughly it was deader than dead.
“Let’s head to the doctor’s office. It should be safe by now,” Bai Yu said, stepping inside Zhao Mingyue’s shadow.
The corridor was still spooky, and Zhao Mingyue, with her backpack slung over her shoulder, made her way to the end. As she passed the patient rooms, she decided against looking for trouble with the ghosts. Now that she was calm, she realized that going after those little ghosts was rather pointless.
Reaching the last room, Zhao Mingyue stood in front of what appeared to be some director’s office. The wooden door was black, and when she ran her fingers along it and sniffed, there was a thick layer of soot, as if it had been scorched by a massive fire. The problem was, she didn’t see any signs of fire outside the door.
Upon entering, the office was tidy, except for a distinctly burnt smell in the air. If this were a fire scene, it would make sense, but this room was too clean to have anything to do with a fire.
Instead of heading to the desk, she moved to the wall. With the tip of her hammer, she scratched the surface, revealing blackened walls underneath the white plaster. This reminded her of the time at Sunshine Apartments when the old landlord used Xiao Lian’s corpse water mixed with plaster to paint the wall, even using disinfectant to mask the foul smell.
“So a fire occurred here, but none of the other rooms show signs of it.”
Approaching the desk, which looked brand new, almost untouched, she picked up some documents, finding them to be worthless magazines and papers, pristine and barely flipped through.
Zhao Mingyue even broke the lock on the desk, but it was empty.
“How can this be? Those guys clearly led me here; they must have left some clues!”
Muttering to herself, she shifted her gaze to a coat rack nearby. Hanging there was a white lab coat and a work ID with the name Sun Qianxi; the photo was scribbled over with red ink, making it unrecognizable.
In the coat pocket, she pulled out a pen and a small notebook, which detailed several patients’ symptoms and treatment methods.
“Patient Number Thirteen, schizophrenia, firmly believes that her long-dead sister resides within her body and often communicates with her after midnight. After one o’clock, her imagined sister’s personality dominates her body, showing extreme aggression. Diagnosis: critical—handle with care.”
“For treatment… no details written, just blank.”
“Patient Number Seven, delusions of persecution, constantly imagines a nonexistent ghost trying to k*ll him. Treatment has led to a worsening condition. He’s extremely afraid of doctors; please ensure to remove your uniform when treating him or risk being attacked.”
After flipping through several pages, all of which detailed mental health issues—totally understandable since this hospital used to be a mental institution—she reached the last page, where a Patient Number Sixteen amusingly imagined himself as a doctor, trying to treat other patients.
Every patient he touched only got worse.
This character even attempted to assault doctors, stealing their uniforms and IDs while sneaking into their offices with knives and ropes.
Reading this filled Zhao Mingyue with a creeping dread.
The last entry about this patient was longer than most, detailing his psychological traits in almost an autobiographical manner. It even described how he attacked a doctor, burned him alive, and hid the body behind a wall.
Putting the notebook down, she glanced at the large metal cabinet beside her.
No wonder the doctor’s work ID was scribbled on; it looked like this patient had done it.
It made sense he took such detailed notes, considering how much he knew about the last patient.
Zhao Mingyue didn’t smash the cabinet; instead, she moved it aside and found a body at the base of the wall.
The corpse was charred and shriveled, its weakened body reduced to half its size after burning. It was stuffed in there just right, with a hole in the cabinet and half a hole in the wall.
“Why was I brought here? Did I miss some clue?”
At that moment, a few bl**d threads appeared, moving the corpse aside and pulling out a notebook from underneath the body.
“More stuff?” Zhao Mingyue half-squatted and shone her flashlight on the notebook, which was flipped by the bl**d threads controlled by Bai Yu.
Bai Yu was taking care of Zhao Mingyue; after all, not everyone would have the guts to open a notebook buried under a corpse for years. Even with guts, it would be eerily uncomfortable.
“Another patient vanished; what on earth is happening? Who can tell me? Everyone is looking down, refusing to speak while the place is brimming with dead silence.”
“No, it can’t be. That old lady was clearly dead; who did I see last night?”
“Is it still daytime? I can’t tell. It’s so cold here, and the sun has no warmth; everyone’s faces are pale. A patient pointed at the sun and told me it’s clearly the moon.”
“It’s dark. I’m scared of the night shift. The cursed footsteps are back, and there are many people moving in the backyard, but there’s obviously no one there.”
“Nine o’clock, and I hear reading from the ward again. I think I’m going crazy; I’m actually listening to whatever they’re reading.”
“Are these people out of their minds? Did everyone miss the fact that it’s time to dispense medication at eleven, and all the patients are asleep?”
The notes weren’t extensive; sometimes, days would go by without a word, and even when they were written, they were often just small snippets or complaints from the doctor.
“Another incident happened in the morgue. The new intern Xiao Chen was scared to d*ath inside. I’ve told the director not to collaborate with the police; isn’t our hospital creepy enough? Ever since those corpses arrived, it’s been chaos—something evil is here.”
“Security guard Uncle Wang resigned. He warned me to leave quickly, saying the corpses in the morgue had come to life. Is he joking? I looked at that corpse from yesterday, a construction worker who fell and smashed his head. Honestly, even if it turned into a ghost, it’s headless and harmless.”
“Ghost? I don’t believe it—just decaying corpses.”
“Today, another female corpse arrived—beautiful, they say she was the secretary of a certain boss, murdered by the boss’s current wife.”
“Ah, she was stunning! I mean, how could there be ghosts? If there really were, she would wake up and scold me for being too rough!”
“Sigh, I still can’t forget her—a girl, fifteen years old, so young and lovely, so innocent. That cursed guard—he let that corpse get away right under everyone’s noses! They should all be fired!”
The end of the notebook was filled with this doctor’s gruesome confessions. It was clear this guy had a fascination with corpses, sneaking into the underground morgue to engage in some rather unspeakable acts with the transported female corpses.
Zhao Mingyue extracted whatever useful clues she could. So far, it was evident that the hospital was in serious trouble, almost as if day and night had switched. Yet, Doctor Sun, who lived outside the hospital, seemed utterly oblivious.
Also, there was the mysterious fourth floor of the underground morgue; Zhao Mingyue felt a pressing need to check it out.
“Bai Yu, have you noticed anything wrong?”
“There’s an Evil God here, affecting the entire hospital with a barrier, reversing the yin and yang.”
“Evil God?”
“Yes, this location was already problematic, and under the influence of the Evil God, it’s turned into a giant ghost breeding ground.”
“Yikes, no wonder there are so many ghosts! But why did they lead me here? Was it just to uncover the secret?” Zhao Mingyue thought it over, wondering if these people had lost their minds to make such a blatant reveal.
“Internal Saboteur,” Bai Yu fell silent for a moment before giving that answer.
“Huh?”
“This organization does indeed want you here, but their real goal is to k*ll us. If nothing goes wrong, the ghosts of the doctor and Patient Number Sixteen will block your way—two red coats.”
“Is that so powerful? What happened to the two Red-clothed ones?”
“They were killed.”
With that, Zhao Mingyue finally understood. “So, it means there’s a traitor in this organization who knows they wanted to lead me here and got rid of the two Red-clothed to leave clues for me to figure this place out?”
“Exactly.”
“That person is a good guy then.”
“Don’t be naïve. This person wants to use you as a pawn.” At this, Bai Yu’s tone turned serious.
In reality, this hospital wasn’t too different—it just had more ghosts, which was nothing compared to Eternal Life Village. This made her think the people within the Ghost Domain were merely average.
But this guy who deliberately left clues was anything but simple.
Leaving blatant traces without fearing exposure revealed a lot. What did they expect? Even if Zhao Mingyue knows of their existence, would anything change? Would they not make a move?
Zhao Mingyue stood up, lost in thought as she exited the doctor’s office.
Having explored the first floor, she didn’t bother with the corridor but headed to the second floor instead.
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At the same time,
Two daggers suddenly plunged into the eyes of the Red-clothed Nurse as Shen Shuyun wrapped her legs around her neck, then abruptly twisted and leapt into the air. As she landed, the head of the evil ghost rolled off.
Behind her, Zhizi wielding a strangely-shaped pair of scissors took out two ordinary evil ghosts, while Lu Liangting had his own Red-clothed ghost. In the shadows, a male figure emerged, controlling a mass of black and red bl**d threads to attack a Red-clothed Evil Ghost Nurse.
It had turned into a stalemate since, in Lu Liangting’s case, it was four evil ghosts ganging up on a single Red-clothed one—victory was only a matter of time.
“Tilt your head!” Shen Shuyun shouted, and a short blade shot out.
Lu Liangting quickly dodged, the blade whizzing past his head. He even saw some of his own black hair fall to the ground, his eyes twitching.
This fighting style was ruthless!
If he had been just a bit slower, he wouldn’t have gotten just a bruise but might have lost an ear instead.
And Shen Shuyun’s attack was decisive. That blade struck true, hitting the Red-clothed Evil Ghost right on the forehead. If she hadn’t seized that moment, it would’ve been tricky to land a hit.
Hit in the head, the evil ghost quickly crumbled, devoured by Lu Liangting’s ghosts.
With one Red-clothed ghost on the menu, each of his evil spirits would gain significant strength. It was a leap forward for their overall power, a chance that didn’t come often. However, Lu Liangting couldn’t celebrate. Just then, he spotted someone from the Ghost Domain standing at the staircase.
One of them was carrying the evil ghost that was one of the murderers of his sister!
Even if those three evil ghosts were burnt to ash, he’d recognize them.
He would never forget, even dreaming of that night.
In that moment, rage clouded his mind.
On the way to the hospital, he had reminded himself repeatedly to remain calm no matter what he saw; only with a clear head would he have a chance for revenge.
But when he spotted that murderer, he couldn’t contain himself.
He had waited too long for this day.
Even if Bai Yu was here, having learned what had happened to Lu Liangting, she wouldn’t blame him for being impulsive at such a crucial moment. Instead, she might even sympathize with him—the male protagonist she found a tad annoying.
Because after Lu Liangting’s sister was killed, her body was hung from the rooftop of a building, dressed in a bl**d-stained white dress with her legs severed and a long rope around her neck, swinging in the wind, so Lu Liangting could watch that white dress flutter.
Just moments ago, that Red-clothed Evil Ghost had taunted him, saying, “Look, a sunny doll.”
That sort of experience would drive anyone mad; seeing that ghost in front of him, one would want to pounce and devour a piece of flesh.
Especially for Bai Yu, who had also lost her sister.
Now, Lu Liangting charged toward the third floor. Shen Shuyun called after him, but he paid no mind, determined to rush up there with her at his heel, regardless of whatever might be waiting for them.
This recklessness, of course, led to unavoidable trouble.
On the third floor, the number of ghosts was enough to make one’s hair stand on end.
Looking up, dozens of evil ghosts in patient uniforms stood at the doorway of the patient rooms, blocking the already narrow staircase.
In the innermost part of the hallway, two masked figures stood, accompanied by two terrifying Red-clothed Evil Ghosts.
Lu Liangting’s gaze fell on the one wearing a red suit, nails digging into his flesh, his anger bubbling to the surface.
His whole body trembled—not from fear, but from rage and regret.
Regret for being so weak. Regret for not having the power to tear them apart.
At that moment, he understood the trap laid for him; there was no hope for revenge.
He might even end up being killed.
“Sorry, it’s my weakness…,” he thought.
So many ghosts—counting those two behind, there were four Red-clothed ghosts. What could he possibly do?
Unless… Bai Yu was here.
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