Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 17 The Old Woman Outside the Door

Vague, oppressive, suffocating.

A peculiar liquid surrounded her, somewhat like amniotic fluid, but it wasn't warm; the icy sensation repeatedly pierced her brain like sharp thorns.

Fortunately, this extremely uncomfortable feeling actually urged her to open her eyes quickly.

Only by opening your eyes can you return to the human world; only by opening your eyes can you escape this eerie and gloomy environment.

Consciousness broke free from the void, and she finally opened her eyes. After a rapid gasp, she felt her lungs begin to function again.

The heart beats, pumping blood back to all parts of the body.

This is my fifth life.

The old woman, lying in the middle of the hospital's open space, looked up at the sky, feeling somewhat fortunate that she had chosen to play the cat-faced old woman as the ghost she had been pretending to be.

Because she didn't know enough about this legend, she incorporated many strange tales about cats into it.

For example, cats are said to have psychic abilities, cats are believed to ward off evil spirits, and so on...

Cats have nine lives.

Although she has nine lives, each death requires waiting for resurrection, during which time she is trapped in a chaotic liquid and unable to perceive anything in the outside world.

Just as she was waiting for her body to regain its activity and stop being stiff, she suddenly heard a series of "bang" sounds.

Looking up, all the doors to the psychiatric wards on the fourth and fifth floors were open, and countless demons and monsters were escaping from them.

Through the psychic cat's eyes, the old woman saw a scene that could only be described as despair: dozens of ghostly creatures of various shapes almost filled her field of vision, and a cold, eerie wind swept through.

What followed was an even more bizarre scene: several ghostly figures simultaneously reached into their pockets and started swiping non-existent phones, then scaled the fence and plummeted straight down.

A ghostly rain.

The ghosts, like raindrops, swooped down on the old woman lying on the ground. At that moment, she was unable to move and could only widen her cat-like eyes, her heart pounding faster and faster.

The ghosts crashed to the ground with a clatter, piling up in the open space, and the old woman was also pressed down by the pile of ghosts, as if she were the foundation of a small hill.

She wouldn't be crushed to death, as her physical abilities far surpassed those of her peers, but the feeling of being crushed by several ghosts at the same time...

despair.

Didn't we agree that opening our eyes would take us to the human world?

Didn't we agree that opening our eyes would allow us to escape that eerie environment?
Why is he even more sinister after being resurrected this time?

Is this still the world of the living?

For a moment, all she wanted to do was close her eyes tightly and go back to that oppressive, suffocating, but at least somewhat familiar place.

On the other hand, Yan Ming's situation wasn't much better.

Releasing a large number of ghosts from the hospital is indeed a good way to muddy the waters, but it can't be considered a brilliant move, because he himself is in the muddy waters.

Yan Ming quickly retreated to the East Building, which was far from the original West Building and had more normal patients, making it the only place that could give him a sense of security.

The good news is that not all the released ghosts stayed in the hospital; at least Yan Ming noticed that many of them ran towards the city.

Not bad.

The bad news was that many ghosts were still stationed at the hospital, making Yan Ming hesitant to wander around, fearing he might accidentally bump into one.

Of course, if he was already having such a difficult time, then Dr. Zhang and the other medical staff at the epicenter of the ghost outbreak in the West Tower were even less fortunate.

These people are definitely the first priority targets of those ghosts.

They certainly don't harbor thoughts of revenge or complaint because the hospital turned them into ghosts, but most ghosts follow the principle of proximity.

They'll harm whoever they can catch.

Anyway, Yan Ming estimated that there would definitely be some problems with that surgery.

Thinking of the surgical footage he had just seen on the monitor, Yan Ming took out the brain X-ray from his pocket again.

This X-ray is only slightly larger than the palm of your hand, but it contains all the necessary details.

Tang Xiulian, female, 47 years old. This is the basic information about the patient from the X-ray, but there is nothing written about her medical records.

Yan Ming immediately saw the lotus-shaped multiple brains inside the skull on the X-ray.

Is this hospital constantly transplanting fresh human brains into this patient?

why?
The first things that came to his mind were mostly related to prolonging life and immortality. He felt that the patient had some kind of extremely special brain disease and needed to be constantly replenished with fresh human brains to temporarily maintain his health.

However, considering the bizarre images in the mind, it must be related to some kind of ghost, so it is possible to use fresh human brains to improve one's strength.

Regardless of the possibility, this surgery has a high probability of failure.

After all, Dr. Zhang had taken such a cautious and conservative approach to ensure the smooth progress of the surgery, yet now such a large-scale parade of ghosts had broken out.

Just thinking about it makes me realize that the surgery would cause serious problems.

If a couple of ghosts just show up and watch, how can the surgery possibly proceed?
Yan Ming carefully hid in the ward, keeping the doors and windows tightly closed, without making a sound.

In this situation, the best option is to not listen, not think, and not know, and to minimize all activities so as not to violate the taboos of the ghosts.

Yan Ming covered himself with the small blanket on the hospital bed. He planned to wait for a while, see how things were outside, and then decide what to do next.

About ten minutes later, the hospital fell silent again. It was unclear whether the human life had appeased the ghost or the noisy ghost had been dealt with.

Yan Ming peeked out from under the covers and looked out the small window of the ward.

Through the small window, all you can see is the snow-white ceiling of the corridor and a cute, cartoon-style nurse.

Nurse?

He remembered this; he had noticed it as soon as he arrived at the hospital. There were many cartoon-style nurses on the walls, smiling and looking at the people outside, telling everyone the message.

"One person, one consultation, queuing and calling numbers" and so on.

Wait a minute, are you watching the people outside the wall?

Yan Ming was stunned for a moment, and his mind cleared up. Why did he feel like the nurse on the wall was staring at him?

No, not on the wall. The nurse is on the ceiling in the corridor. When did she move?

If it could be moved...

Yan Ming continued to look at the nurse. The portrait was climbing up the ceiling to the wall, then slowly descending, with half of its head peeking through the crack in the door.

Throughout the entire process, the nurse's large, cute eyes remained fixed on him, never wavering.

"Yan Ming... Yan Ming!"

Suddenly, a familiar face appeared in the small window.

The call brought Yan Ming back to his senses. When he looked again, he saw that there was no nurse coming through the crack in the door above.

Looking again at the small window, the old woman was standing in the doorway, her face showing surprise and delight: "I followed the scent of your ghost eyes and found you here!"

"Grandma?" Yan Ming was stunned. "Weren't you dead?"

At the same time, he used the ability of the Spying Ghost to make the ghost eye that was locked onto the old woman open behind her.

Indeed, a ghostly eye appeared, and based on the one-to-one locking mechanism of the spy ghost, the person outside the door was indeed the old woman.

"Don't you know cats have nine lives?" The old woman smiled relaxedly. "Luckily, I was just pretending to be a ghost based on this ghost story."

Yan Ming nodded. The legend of the Nine-Lives Cat was widely spread, so it wasn't surprising that the old woman had such an ability.

Moreover, as soon as the cat-faced old woman appeared, the ghostly figure in the nurse's portrait suddenly disappeared. It seems that only the old woman possesses this power to ward off evil.

The only problem is...

How did you know my name was Yan Ming?

Yan Ming asked earnestly, showing no intention of getting up from his hospital bed.

　New author, new book, seeking everything!
　　Thank you for your support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)