Chapter 105: Oops, I Accidentally Drove the Ghost Insane

Exhausted, Ji Ming sat in the Clinic's lobby, his brows lowered and eyes closed, pretending to listen to the old mercenary's rambling chatter beside him.

The facts proved his judgment right; indeed he had been cooped up in the prison all day.

However, in his imagination, the prison should have been in the dungeon.

He needed to endlessly grind monsters to quickly reach level eight and boost his Rejuvenation Elixir crafting skill to prepare for future healing.

Yet from morning till afternoon, people kept coming into the cramped Clinic, and they were all there specifically to find him.

Some came to show concern, such as a few members of the Iron Chain Squad and the Wolf Pack Squad.

Looking at the Clinic as if it had been plowed by a barbaric ox, their eyes nearly bulged out; after a while of small talk, they finally left.

Others came to probe for information indirectly, like scouts sent by various factions in the city.

The more the Commercial Union kept the matter under wraps, the more they wanted to uncover the hidden intel, and Ji Ming was their most crucial lead.

Yet even more people said they heard Ji Ming was respectfully invited onto the Commercial Union's carriage, only to be courteously brought back.

And when the smarter among them realized something was amiss and rushed to report to the Tribe Chieftain, Ji Ming had already farmed enough experience and slipped away quietly.

Ji Ming spread his arms like a hamster, standing dumbfounded.

Heh.

The Debt Handler United Tax Handler struck hard, swiftly uprooting the Blood Crocodile Gang, the War Axe Gang and several other outer‑city gangs.

Since it's a Tribe, their settlement certainly wouldn't be as lavish as Dog Village.

Given that the production staff includes Ao Li Gei and Dan Qiu Yi Si…

After repeated failed attempts to communicate, Ji Ming had no choice but to review the prison's surveillance playback.

He drew a poison dart, then sprinkled a handful of sand onto the wound, trying to mask the scent of blood as much as possible.

Under the combined effect of Precision Throw and Door Knocking Staff, the Ogre collapsed on cue.

Please wait.

Although the Great Holy Seat now draws its power from itself, theoretically there's no chance of depletion.

Symbolically assembling a door from gate fragments, he teleported back to the dungeon.

The reputation and brand he painstakingly built over a month couldn't even match a single ride on the Commercial Union's carriage!

After gaining new free skill points, he immediately upgraded Rejuvenation Elixir Crafting.

Ji Ming slapped the table.

"It's fine; at least the evidence is genuine, the target was indeed a beast, which is better than pulling out a bottle of detergent and rashly slashing civilians."

Ogres are ugly, greedy, large humanoid creatures, inherently evil, who enjoy oppressing the weak and solving problems through violence.

After crashing into the guardrail in a chaotic mess, Cloi knelt on the ground and began to sob wildly.

Though he'd felt it many times before, this time the system's malice was especially pronounced.

As mentioned earlier, fight poison with poison; a severe illness requires a harsh remedy!

But for Ji Ming that's free, so he quickly pretended a player bought a bottle to check its quality.

Everything was progressing positively, and Ji Ming arrived at the prison.

However.

So, think of it in a positive light.

Anyway, give it a try!

When they ran over and found he was merely "asleep," they walked away with puzzled expressions.

Yet at that moment they all craned their necks, brazenly trying to connect with him and say a few kind words.

"Please, spare me; I really can't take it any longer…"

Looking out, it was merely a relatively less collapsed ruin.

Shouts went unanswered, cries for mercy ignored.

Psychological shadows overlapped; even with a sturdy Refined Steel Guardrail between them, Ji Ming still recoiled in terror.

"Dr. Ji, perhaps we had some misunderstandings…"

Could it be that I inadvertently drove the bizarre lifeform mad!?

Yet as a thrifty, family‑oriented World Will, aside from the Sanctuary and Teleport Hall shown to players, Sun Moon has set the other sections of the warship to operate at minimal power, conserving wherever possible.

Among them were even old tricksters who had once clashed verbally with Ji Ming, nearly tearing off their masks.

After securing all criminal evidence, the City Lord's Office sentenced the leaders of those gangs to hanging and carried out the executions publicly.

Although Xi Er Wei Ya remembered to feed the prisoner, upon learning the inmate was a bizarre being imprisoned for assault, she instinctively assumed it would eat people.

In the end…

So once Newbie Village opened and everything got on track, there were no major issues left for him to handle.

Anyway, I'm not the unlucky one.

Circling behind him, Ji Ming pulled out an iron ball and tossed it.

Though they're simple moves, they're enough against Goblins and Slimes as long as the stance is executed cleanly.

AdaiEr's curse will erupt again in three days, and there's business to attend to now,

From a height overlooking the whole village, he successfully spotted a lone Ogre.

Upgrade successful.

In fact, the overall difference isn't much; it merely added a few herbs to the Rejuvenation Elixir.

I'm copying, the witch swapped to a tank skin!

The three events occurred within half an hour of each other, almost simultaneously; the efficiency was absurdly high.

Seeing Cloi so exhausted she fell asleep, Ji Ming truly had no recourse.

Amid a haze of drowsiness, Ji Ming suddenly recalled his childhood.

He could just turn his head and see Cloi screaming as she lunged toward him.

Silently, he climbed up a nearby tower.

"Dr. Ji, you do know me, right? I've always respected you the most."

If he wasn't mistaken, and if he set up a stall tonight, he should be able to taste this himself.

"Profession: Pharmacist; possesses excellent affinity for the wood element, and whose combined intelligence and charisma are at least thirty, a pure‑blood human."

Moreover, even if there were some trickery, no one would idle around to champion a few scoundrels, so all parties remained silent.

Everyone came to check on you and congratulate you; you can't just run off on your own, can you?

But where do living people come from in a dungeon?

Especially after Ji Ming pretended to slip and revealed that he planned to relocate to Inner City.

The toxin took effect quickly; although not intense, the ogre's breathing was already slowing down.

So he took out Ge Ruisen's wooden fish and began striking it directly at Cloi.

Ji Ming hurriedly opened the skill's details and checked the so‑called SpiritGathering Liquid formula.

This bottle of mushroom toxin wasn't made by Ji Ming; he's a surgeon and would never extract or use such a poison.

Goblins have been farming so much that they no longer give experience; Slimes have players busy grinding them, and Kobolds hiding in caves are too troublesome to sweep out.

Ji Ming sneaked over, first coating the Hidden Dragon Dagger with a large amount of mushroom toxin, then deftly stabbing it into the ogre's heart.

At first he could still support the act, but later he could only barely maintain politeness.

Cloi gasped as if suffocating, weakly fell onto her back on the ground, murmuring.

"Hmm."

He didn't know how long had passed.

By now, he was sitting on an old sofa that had been temporarily moved in and fell asleep right away.

But Cloi seemed to have heard nothing, shouting and hopping around on the ground like a frog.

Ji Ming wore a grin, but inside he was a nervous wreck.

"I said everything, I surrender, right? I clearly surrendered last night!"

"Alright, alright, stop shouting, let me think of a solution!"

He opened the map and saw that the players' efficiency was even higher than he had imagined.

And the Slimes that merge into BOSS‑level creatures in crises forced the players to start forming their own parties.

If you had to assign Ji Ming a profession, it would be surgeon; he truly knows nothing about psychology or spirituality.

If they knew that beneath my black robe I was also wearing a perfectly fitted set of plate armor, what a spectacular expression that would draw!

How could I not realize I had an epiphany?

The living evidence is dead, the dead evidence is conclusive, the criminal has been brought to justice, indisputable; this matter is now sealed.

Moreover, besides marksmanship, there are also the midnight and late‑night Chimis School sword techniques and the Lost Ones School hand‑to‑hand combat, making for a well‑rounded development.

He pressed forward with overwhelming force, reckless, like a mad demon.

"A dazzling pharmacist career lets you draw analogies and continuously sparks inspiration."

"It's all a misunderstanding; our original intention wasn't like this."

Since it's a farewell, it should be soothing, and even madness can be eased a bit, I suppose.

Through repeated stealth, Ji Ming used this silky combo to hunt the ogre step by step.

My great staff hasn't even been swung yet, why has the donkey already knelt?

Ji Ming still has many tasks, so let the old gentlemen of Inner City worry about this messy business.

He let Yang Yue automatically tidy up the cell, then changed the power supply here to permanent, dropped some regular food, and left.

"Huh?"

In fact, it is a player‑crafted item jointly developed by Mo Gu Ge "Da Pen Gu", gourmet "Ao Li Gei", and Death God "Dan Qiu Yi Si".

Although in real combat there's no way to inject that much toxin into an ogre so easily, it's always a high‑difficulty, hard‑to‑escape path.

But Cloi has gone this crazy; how could he, upholding professional ethics, just stand by?

The facts prove that the first generation of toxin is quite potent in combat, even a towering ogre can fall victim.

"Aba Aba…"

As the sun set, the people in the Clinic began to disperse.

Consequently, Cloi spent a day and night in this vast, deep, completely silent space, lingering among a heap of scattered green corpses.

"How enviable, Dr. Ji, tell everyone what Inner City looks like, will you?"

The thudding of that massive slab of meat hitting the ground was loud, naturally startling nearby ogres.

So for Ji Ming, even though they possess only rudimentary intelligence and traces of civilization, killing them carries no psychological burden.

Clearly only a single day had passed, yet many parts of the western corridor, previously in a pioneering state, have already been reclaimed.

Hey, what happened?

Like the wings of flame bats, the juice of green pulp fruit, and…

And the once‑sensational Cha Ke Jie massacre was thus classified as a bizarre sacrifice orchestrated by second‑tier gangs joining forces.

"Woof woof, I am a dog, I am a dog!"

"Haha, when you finalize the new address in Inner City, be sure to tell me; I'll definitely go support!"

It's now a first‑generation prototype, and because it's hard to produce, each bottle costs a hefty sum, quite luxurious.

Moreover, whoever comes, people inevitably need to socialize, especially in this kind of door‑opening business.

"Congratulations on mastering the new skill: SpiritGathering Liquid Production·Basic."

At that moment, new news came from the tavern.

Therefore, after Ji Ming left, all the lights in the prison were turned off.

So Ji Ming, carrying a shovel and a hand axe, went straight to the Ogre Tribe north of the training ground.

But the calming talisman is essentially an attack, and the warding talisman even demands a ghost's life; these are all a bit too ferocious.

He flipped through his skill list and the storage on his warship, finally fixing his gaze on the Farewell Technique.

The title "Mediocre Doctor Ji Ming" seems destined to be swept forever into the trash heap of history.

"Um, don't get worked up, I…"

But even so, people kept coming in endless streams, their chattering extremely annoying.

"Cloi, can you hear me?"

blood.

Hehe, finally I can raise the price nicely!

And after that, because I was busy patrolling, I never entered the prison again.

"Stop knocking!"

"Do you know what you did last night?"

He wore a cold expression, preparing to copy a movie scene to intimidate as an opening move.

The Business Union held a briefing in Inner City, acknowledging the large‑scale bloodshed on Chuck Street last night, and expressed sympathy and anger.

When the 120‑plus‑year‑old old man in East Village was on his deathbed, it seemed the villagers also went to visit him like that, right?

Seeing the werewolf squatting on the ground and barking like a dog, Ji Ming thought for a moment, and a plan formed in his mind.

So Ji Ming couldn't leave at all; he could only stay in the shop.

Only after moving the camera did I realize that the gunner had opened a small firearms training class.

"Doctor, do you remember me? You saved me when I was on the brink of death after being hit by a demon deer; I will never forget this debt!"

Both hungry and thirsty, extraordinarily lonely.

"Isn't this damn thing just calling me out by name!?"

"One knock refreshes the mind, two knocks never tire, three knocks…"

"Haha, never mind, just be more careful in the future."

…

Moreover, Ji Ming was surprised to find that on the small square of Dog Village, at this moment, a dozen or so players were standing there in perfect order.

"I'll come see you later."

…

"Please, don't torture me any more!"

Having no choice, she could only go to the armory and haphazardly grab some goblin corpses to throw in.

The closed beta's scale wasn't large, and under the organization and motivation of several top players, the players also had a strong sense of self‑management.

One by one they wore bright smiles, showered with praise, their attentiveness enough to be recorded among the Twenty‑Four Filial Exemplars.

It's broken, really gone mad!