Chapter 129: 129

129 "Demons and monsters, begone!"

The psychiatric hospital's interior is lavishly decorated, looks very comfortable, and is not much different from an ordinary sanatorium.

Shouts are heard from time to time.

Zhong Guangming is smart, and the people behind him are not stupid either.

So some of the people here are genuinely mentally ill.

It's just to cover up some things.

Feng Boyang led Tushan Jiu ahead, his peripheral glance constantly on her.

He couldn't fathom how such a delicate-looking little girl could have the strength to chop someone unconscious.

After all, to knock someone out with a chop you need to hit the right point and also have great strength, which is why he's so wary.

He feared she might chop him with a hand blade just like before.

Tushan Jiu did notice his gaze, but she paid it no mind; she wasn't a "chopping maniac."

Wouldn't it be better to conserve strength for catching the "fen" (little ghosts) later?

Feng Boyang, though only a half-newcomer who's been here a short while, rarely goes to the seventh floor.

But many old-timers have told him that the people locked up on the seventh floor are all somewhat sinister.

And it's said that the occupant of Room 704 can see ghosts.

Actually, when he first heard that, he was rather curious.

Once he saw him staring fixedly at a spot, eyes wide with surprise; happening to be on patrol, he asked out of boredom what Jing Hangcheng was looking at.

He replied, "I just saw a crack split open in the ground, and a female ghost in a white dress crawled out of it."

Finding it intriguing, he wanted to study his condition, so he followed up: "What do you think the white-dressed female ghost looks like?"

As a result, Jing Hangcheng stopped looking at the empty space, turned his head to him, his eyes extremely deep, and said, "Her face is covered in frost, as if she were...... frozen to death."

After he said that, he was about to remark that he still had quite an imagination.

But before he could speak, Jing Hangcheng spoke again: "She's standing right behind you—don't you feel cold?"

He said it dead seriously, nearly scaring him to death!

Recalling that, Feng Boyang also brought Tushan Jiu up to the seventh floor.

The seventh floor is locked up with iron railings.

The lock uses card and facial double verification.

Feng Boyang hasn't come here many times, but the staff, once hired, have their work IDs and faces entered into the system.

So he can also open it.

I don't know if it's because he just recalled that eerie incident, but Feng Boyang keeps feeling a bit chilly.

He placed his work ID on the sensor.

With a ding, the door lock opened.

Tushan Jiu glanced at the access card in Feng Boyang's hand, then at him.

This place really is a people-eater.

The pay and benefits are five times those of a regular hospital, but once you board this pirate ship, you truly can't get off.

They act without fear, relying on their backing.

This psychiatric hospital isn't lacking its original staff.

They're all considered "people who have discovered the secret."

Uncooperative?

Want to quit?

Then first undergo "treatment" here.

Once you can accept it, you continue working, and your benefits double again.

Tushan Jiu looked at the "little rookie" before her.

She thought that, judging by his appearance, if she hadn't come today, after a while he'd likely have to go through this place's "treatment package" himself.

She withdrew her gaze, turned and handed Wu Shuyue a talisman, telling him to hold onto it and wait for her here.

Earlier I had him follow because I feared Zhong Guangming might strike him; they outnumber us, and Wu Shuyue would be at a disadvantage.

My own techniques can't be used on ordinary people, nor can they empower him.

So I had him get out of the car and come up with me.

But now I don't let him follow, because after crossing this door I'll be fighting soon and don't want to be distracted.

Wu Shuyue has been following Tushan Jiu for a while, naturally knowing much; he earnestly gripped the talisman she gave him, standing on the seventh-floor steps, not moving forward.

Feng Boyang lifted his foot to step inside; Tushan Jiu said nothing.

Anyway, he'll likely scare himself off soon; his fate has no lethal calamity, so he won't die.

She applies double standards between her own people and outsiders.

Room 704 is the luxurious suite at the innermost part.

When Tushan Jiu saw the three characters "luxury suite" on the door, she found it highly ironic.

Sending her own son here, letting the little ghosts "discipline" him, yet raising his living standards and benefits to the max—anyone would see it the same way she does.

The room doors here also have password locks; patients aren't allowed to leave outside of free activity time, they ring for help, and the rooms are monitored 24/7 with someone always watching.

Feng Boyang again picked up the work ID hanging from his neck, ready to open the door.

But strangely, the door creaked open by itself.

A wave of cold swept over instantly.

It froze Feng Boyang into two shivers.

He frowned and complained: "This Jing Hangcheng is really sick—why set the air conditioner so low? Aren't you afraid of getting sick? Indeed, the thinking of a neurotic is truly incomprehensible!"

Saying that, he was about to step into the room.

But he horrifiedly discovered that his leg actually couldn't move!

Someone was grabbing his ankle!

Feng Boyang looked down, but saw nothing.

But the icy cold feeling at his ankle was utterly obvious.

He couldn't help thinking of the white-dressed, frost-covered female ghost Jing Hangcheng had mentioned.

Holy shit, there can't really be ghosts in this world, can there?

He subconsciously looked toward Tushan Jiu.

Even more terrifying, Tushan Jiu's hand now held a big knife with a ghost head, appearing out of nowhere.

That big knife was over a meter long.

She was clearly empty-handed when she just came up!

Feng Boyang felt he was experiencing something scarier than any horror movie.

With a shout, he exerted all his strength to break free of the "restraint," then he kept shouting:

"Soldiers battle, all form ranks and advance!"

"Namo Amitabha Buddha! Om mani padme hum!"

"Demons and monsters, retreat, retreat, retreat!"

Tushan Jiu: "......"

Not wanting to be attacked by his sound waves, Tushan Jiu swung her knife and cut off the little ghost's hand.

Feng Boyang felt the shackles on his ankle disappear; his first reaction was to crawl and run outward.

He ran while shouting at Tushan Jiu: "Run, there's a ghost!"

Tushan Jiu didn't reply to him, but instead stepped into the room.

With a "bang," the room door closed after she entered.

Feng Boyang ran all the way to the first floor in one breath, only then realizing that neither Tushan Jiu nor the driver he had seen playing games when he passed by seemed to have followed him out.

But not far away, Zhong Guangming, who had just picked someone up, when he saw his horrified face, smirked slightly and gave a glance to the person beside him.

The person beside him instantly understood.

He, together with the two others behind him, walked toward Feng Boyang.