Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 30 But she was smiling.

Chapter 30 But she was smiling.
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Yan Ming looked at the two marbles in his hand that came from the old woman and silently memorized the changes in the small ball.

After successfully "colliding," the situation inside both marbles changed.

The color inside one of the marbles has darkened slightly, especially the three small balls with the character "境" (jing).

Just like the marbles Yan Ming saw on the gate of the evacuation point, once the marbles were "touched," they could no longer be "touched."

It's like a disposable prop.

However, unlike the marbles on the door, this marble has an additional small ball with the character "愿" (wish) inside in addition to the three "境" (realm).

Yan Ming was certain that the word "wish" did not appear in this marble through substitution, because he had already memorized the characters on all the marbles and confirmed that the word "wish" had never appeared before.

Is the character "愿" (wish) only created after the act of "碰" (touching) is completed?
He looked at the small balls in another marble, which were "行", "物", "物", and "缺", with the character "物" obtained through substitution.

That means that the generation of the character "愿" (wish) will kick away an existing small ball, which is equivalent to playing an old tile in mahjong.

Yan Ming was basically able to figure out the changes in the marbles, but that wasn't important. All he needed to know was that by creating a three-in-a-row match that could "touch" the marbles, he could unleash their power.

It's like he used his power to kill Dr. Zhang.

Currently, five common characters correspond to five common types of ghosts, so the character "愿" should represent a wishing ghost like the Ghost Tailor.

It's unclear what the effect would be if the three "wishes" were combined.

Reshaping the rules?

Or perhaps the character "愿" (yuàn) wasn't meant to be touched at all, but rather used as a "wild card" to represent any kind of small ball?

Yan Ming thought of the "wild card" gameplay that often appears in card game rules, and he inexplicably felt that the special nature of the Wish Ghost might be like that.

Because the type of demon, the Wish Demon, is not as easy to distinguish as the other five types of demons, its characteristics are not obvious based solely on its strength of ability and behavioral logic.

Yan Ming recalled Dr. Zhang's arrogant remarks before he was infected. The other party knew that he had the ability to touch the realm, but did not think that he could pose any threat.

He remembered Dr. Zhang saying that if it were a case of chance, he would need to be more cautious, but unfortunately it wasn't.

OK?
Since the Spying Ghost is an action-based ghost, will selecting it and touching its action grant a "same-type bonus"?

Unfortunately, he glanced at the six marbles he currently possessed. They had the potential to hit objects, but their "work" was still too scattered.

Yan Ming stopped worrying about the marbles; he had only just become the dean, and there was still much to be done.

To be honest, he didn't want to be the dean, but he couldn't resist the crazy encouragement from the person in the mirror, so much so that he's now wearing the imperial robe.

Who knew that after just one night, there would be hardly anyone left in the hospital who could even breathe?

All the doctors who were with Dr. Zhang are dead. They were the ones who knew the inside story of the hospital and helped with the ghost experiments.

Secondly, there are the nurses who maintain the normal operation of the hospital. The dozens of almost indiscriminate AOE attacks that escaped from the wards last night have caused many nurses to go missing.

The only good news is...

After what happened last night, the number of patients at the hospital has decreased significantly, and the operational difficulties have dropped sharply.

Yan Ming was amused by the hellish joke he had come up with, but he had nothing to say about the outcome.

The hospital in front of him is indeed a valuable fixed asset, but unfortunately he can't really manage it or think about making it bigger and stronger.

The intention was simply to take over the wealth accumulated by Dr. Zhang and see if it could help them find other evacuation points in Wangcheng.

Currently, using this hospital as a temporary force within Wangcheng is quite effective, as the numerous ghosts and ghost warriors created by Dr. Zhang possess significant strategic value.

Not to mention his many theories about ghosts.

Yan Ming was a person who respected scientists very much, which is why he shared his already meager food with Dr. Wang Ming, and he naturally needed Dr. Zhang's research results very much.

Although these research findings were cultivated in a fertile soil of evil, truth is innocent.

"Let's go get some breakfast."

Yan Ming looked towards the hospital entrance. As the new director, he didn't want to deal with the mess that was plastered all over the hospital for the time being.

During that short time, the person in the mirror found one of the very few survivors in the hospital.

Dr. Zheng and the head nurse.

So the hospital's affairs, big and small, were temporarily handed over to the two of them, and with the person in the mirror secretly monitoring them, there shouldn't be any problems.

It's already seven o'clock in the morning, and the old woman's face has returned to the appearance of a normal old woman, no longer the terrifying cat face.

Yan Ming tried it out, and the spy ghost he installed was still usable, but he could clearly feel that the spy ghost was a bit sleepy.

It appears to lack vitality, requiring more effort to activate the Ghost Eye, and the Ghost Eye's response speed is also very slow.

However, it's already quite good that we can continue to use the Spying Ghost, probably because the Spying Ghost's true form is considered a demon eye, separate from him.

Overall, it's better than the old lady's situation.

"Breakfast? Are there any breakfast vendors nearby?"

The old lady wasn't very familiar with the neighborhood.

"Yes, there's one on the street ahead. Dr. Zhang recommended it." Yan Ming walked out of the hospital into the sunlight, feeling unusually relaxed.

The first tribulation upon entering the Ghost Realm has finally been successfully overcome.

After 7 o'clock, the main streets of Wangcheng were already bustling with people.

Electric scooters honked as they weaved through traffic, while pedestrians hurried along the street, each with their own goals, whether going to work or studying, completely unaware of the carnage that had taken place in the hospital the previous night.

Yan Ming was so captivated by the peaceful and prosperous scene that he was completely mesmerized.

In reality, he hadn't seen such a happy scene for half a year. Only after experiencing countless moments of despair did he realize how precious everything before him was.

Even if this is the City of Illusions, not the world he is familiar with.

It's likely that countless people are willing to remain in this dreamlike world of Wangcheng. Yan Ming can understand, to some extent, the players of those bizarre games from over twenty years ago.

However, Yan Ming had made up his mind that he would no longer have the idea of hiding in the Ghost Realm.

He killed Dr. Zhang, and in doing so, he also killed the version of himself that had once only wanted to survive.

For someone like Dr. Zhang, who has lived in Wangcheng for over twenty years, this kind of life is meaningless. He seems to be rooted, but in reality, he is like a floating duckweed. Wangcheng has never welcomed these outsiders.

"There really is one there."

The old woman saw the breakfast stall across the street, walked over quickly, exchanged a few polite words with the shopkeeper, and then ordered several common breakfast items.

Two steamers of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), a plate of pan-fried buns, and soy milk and fried dough sticks—all freshly made and steaming hot.

"You pay, you've taken all my money." The old woman turned to look at Yan Ming behind her.

Yan Ming responded and took out a large bill to hand to the boss.

When he collected the change, he calculated the price of the breakfast, which totaled 28 yuan. The prices were not much different from those outside.

"What are you planning to do next? Look for other ways to leave Wangcheng?" Yan Ming soaked the fried dough sticks in soy milk; he liked to eat them this way, but hadn't done it in a long time. The old woman picked up a small steamed bun and dipped it in the vinegar dish: "Yes, I'll keep looking, until I die. What about you? Will you live in my old house from now on?"

Yan Ming was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I will search as well. Wangcheng is not a place to stay for long."

This statement surprised the old woman, but she was happy to accept it.

The experience of that night made her realize that Yan Ming was extremely capable. He had only just learned the art of pretending to be a ghost, yet he was already displaying such great strength, even managing to kill that Dr. Zhang.

With Yan Ming's help, the old woman felt that her chances of leaving Wangcheng were much greater.

After finishing breakfast, Yan Ming felt much better. He returned to the hospital, where there was still a considerable amount of money in the hospital's account, enough to barely maintain normal operations.

The head nurse and the person in the mirror were helping each other clean up the corpses in the hospital, while Dr. Zheng was reporting on the "mental riot" that had occurred in the hospital the previous night.

Yan Ming had initially strongly protested and reported the incident, feeling that intervention from "above" would cause the situation to spiral out of control.

However, Dr. Zheng repeatedly assured that the unrest in the hospital was a normal occurrence, and that such disasters would happen in Wangcheng every now and then. He also assured that the aftermath would not be as troublesome as Yan Ming had imagined.

A little money will do; the hospital can manage that.

On the contrary, some of the patients who died yesterday were from the mild ward. They had family members, and sooner or later, it will be discovered that patients are missing from the hospital. If that attracts more attention, it will be terrible.

Yan Ming was speechless. How could accidents of this magnitude happen so frequently?

What aspects of Wangcheng are suitable for living?
At the same time, he also sensed an even more despairing power, hidden deep within the city of illusion, like a giant hand trying its best to smooth out all the turmoil in the city.

Force everything back on track quickly.

Therefore, Yan Ming temporarily ignored other matters at the hospital, as he was more eager to strengthen his ghostly abilities.

Unlike the cat-faced old woman and other mental patients, neither the person in the mirror nor the nurse ghost regained their "human appearance".

The person in the mirror said that his act of pretending to be a ghost was no longer an ability, but a state of being.

The state of affairs does not change easily.

The same was true of the nurse ghosts; the seven nurse ghosts lay quietly at the feet of the ghost-eyed corpse, ready to act at any moment.

The enhancement method Yan Ming prepared for them was Dr. Zhang's collection—the Ghost Warrior.

As Dr. Oni mentioned in his previous introduction, nurse oni can exert a certain influence and control over the plane they attach to. They are considered to be very high-quality fusion materials and almost never repel those oni warriors.

The ghost tailor's ghost hand revealed by Dr. Zhang played its role on its own. When one of the nurse ghosts curiously touched the ghost weapon, the ghost tailor's ghost hand next to it emitted a white light, helping to "stitch" the nurse ghost and the ghost weapon together.

As a result, the nurse ghost grew a muscular, devilish back, transforming from a slender, beautiful nurse into a shadowy, muscular Barbie.

Yan Ming didn't dislike this change, because the nurse ghost's increased strength was definitely a good thing for him.

Moreover, the smiling face of the Ghost Nurse emerging from the shadows reminded him of the strongest creature on Earth, which made him feel incredibly safe.

In addition, three nurse demons successfully fused with demon warriors and underwent different evolutions.

One nurse ghost grew a chainsaw head, another had three long, flexible tail spikes, and the last nurse ghost was the most formidable.

She merged with a piece of rotten grease, so her body could spew out scalding hot oil, making her extremely dangerous.

However, after triggering the ability four times in a row, the Ghost Tailor's hand completely dimmed. Yan Ming stored it in a container and kept it under constant surveillance.

This thing is indeed powerful, but he doesn't dare to touch it to himself. He'd be happy if he could use the "stitching" power remotely.

"Master, you can give new instructions now. I will crush them."

Deep within her mind, the evolved Ghost Nurse volunteered for the mission.

Now her voice has become much deeper and thicker, and it no longer sounds as soft and sweet as it used to be. Instead, it sounds like Yujiro's voice.

Hmm, Yujiro Hanma is calling me master. How could I have such a strange experience?
Upon hearing that the Ghost Nurse intended to fight, the chainsaw-headed nurse at the male corpse's feet defiantly pulled the chainsaw on her head, sawing through the chair beside her with a swing.

The roaring sound of the chainsaw was very oppressive.

"No need, just stay put." Yan Ming could clearly sense that these nurse ghosts had become much bolder, probably because their abilities had improved.

However, they had no intention of rebelling; their eagerness to show themselves stemmed from their fear of being eliminated by Yan Ming using a last-place elimination system.

After dealing with matters in the underground experimental area, Yan Ming received a reminder from Dr. Zheng.

Someone from above has come to the hospital for a checkup. If you don't want any trouble, you should leave the hospital and lay low for a while.

Yan Ming knew that people without phobia should not appear in public, so he went home with the old woman.

Let's go to Moon Community first. It's perfect timing. After a night of fighting, he's exhausted and needs a good night's sleep.

Driving Dr. Zheng's car, with the old lady in the passenger seat and the ghost-eyed corpse lying in the back, Yan Ming followed the old lady's navigation all the way into the Moon Community.

The residential buildings here are very old, with mottled exterior walls and peeling paint, exposing the bricks inside.

The housing was cramped, the passageways were narrow and cluttered with all sorts of odds and ends, and clothes were haphazardly hung out to dry on the rusty security windows.

There are many small advertisements for men's health issues and offering large sums of money for fertility treatments on the walls and utility poles. Under the shade of a tree not far away, two old men have already set up a chessboard and started playing a game. The whole neighborhood is a scene of leisure.

Seeing this, Yan Ming's tense mood eased slightly.

The old woman greeted the other elderly people along the way, then wandered around until she found her home and opened the door.

Yan Ming followed him inside, and was greeted by a slight musty smell, but the room was very clean.

It has two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. Although it's small, it has all the basic facilities.

Without saying anything more, Yan Ming went into the guest room, had the ghost-eyed corpse stand guard by his bedside, and then climbed into bed and fell into a deep sleep. He was exhausted.

Yan Ming didn't know how long he had slept, but he felt that it was dark outside the window before he slowly woke up.

The house was empty, with only the ghost-eyed corpse still guarding the bedside, which made him feel a little more at ease.

"Grandma?"

Yan Ming tried calling out, but received no response. He could only stand up and try to look out the window.

As the sun set, a series of objects fell from the rooftop.

From beginning to end, it is like a wave.

"!"

Yan Ming could see clearly that it was a series of female students.

Their ponytails were braided together, forming a human chain, and they jumped off the rooftop together.

The girl who was closest happened to pass by Yan Ming's window when she fell.

The upside-down face looked like it had been scratched by something.

But she was smiling.