Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

That night.

Inpatient Department of Haihai Second People's Hospital.

The lights in the ward were dim and filled with the smell of disinfectant, adding a sense of depression and heaviness to the entire space.

Zhao Qiankun lay weakly on the hospital bed, tortured beyond recognition by advanced colon cancer. His face was as pale as paper, his skin tightly attached to his cheekbones, dry and bloodless, and he fell asleep with his eyes closed.

The once powerful and awe-inspiring gangster has now been completely defeated by illness. Zhao Qiankun no longer has the sharpness and domineering aura he once had. His time is running out and his life is about to come to an end.

Zhao Lanshan sat quietly beside the hospital bed, gazing at her father with gentle and sad eyes.

She gently tucked the quilt for Zhao Qiankun who had just fallen asleep, and her movements were so gentle that she was afraid of disturbing her father.

Since Zhao Qiankun was diagnosed with colon cancer and underwent surgery, the filial Zhao Lanshan has devoted almost all of her time to the hospital.

She ran around every day, asking for treatment methods, just hoping to give her father more companionship and warmth in the last moments of his life.

At this moment, looking at her father's haggard face, Zhao Lanshan's eyes reddened and she couldn't help but secretly wipe away her tears.

Seeing that her father was already asleep, she hesitated for a moment, but still got up gently and quietly left the ward.

After Zhao Lanshan walked out of the ward and closed the door, Zhao Qiankun, who was pretending to be asleep, slowly opened his eyes. Although his eyes were cloudy, they revealed a hint of ruthlessness.

He stared at the ceiling quietly, with an imperceptible bitter smile on the corners of his mouth, as if he was recalling the glorious years in the past, or as if he was lamenting the fickleness of fate.

At this moment, in the corridor outside the ward, Zhao Lanshan's figure had just disappeared around the corner, and Jin Biao, a trusted subordinate of Zhao Qiankun, hurried into the ward.

"Chairman, there is some bad news."

Zhao Qiankun sat up with great effort, leaned against the head of the bed and asked, "What's the news?"

"The assassin we hired from Sakura Country was electrocuted to death by a broken high-voltage wire on the street across from the Truman Group during the mission to ambush and assassinate Chu Yiren."

Zhao Qiankun frowned after hearing this, and sighed unwillingly: "I knew Chu Yiren wouldn't die so easily. Do you think it's such a coincidence?"

"The killer was electrocuted by high-voltage wires on the main road. He must have been killed by someone from the Truman Group."

Jin Biao asked tentatively: "Chairman, what should we do next?"

Zhao Qiankun narrowed his eyes and said fiercely, "Back then, Chu Jincheng forced me to cut off my legs. I have been sitting in a wheelchair for so many years. It was not until I got cancer that my legs were healed. I will not be able to swallow this anger until the Chu family is wiped out."

"But Chairman, Chu Tiannan was just killed in a car accident caused by us."

"After the death of my eldest brother, Chu Yiren's security level seems to have increased. She has a group of bodyguards following her wherever she goes. It's hard for us to have a chance to take action. Should we wait until the current situation is over before taking action?"

Zhao Qiankun closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After opening his eyes, he said fiercely, "I don't have time to make long-term plans. I will immediately look for a new top transnational killer. Money is not a problem. I just want the Chu family to be wiped out."

"Uh... Chairman, do you need to discuss this matter with the young lady?"

"Don't! You must not let Lanshan know about the assassination of the Chu brothers and sisters. This is a dirty job that carries too much sin, so I, a dying man, should take the blame on myself."

As soon as Zhao Qiankun finished speaking, a gust of cold wind blew open the door of the ward.

Zhao Qiankun subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the door of the ward, his pupils suddenly dilated, and his whole body was struck by lightning. He instantly broke out in a cold sweat, as if he had seen the most horrifying scene in the world.

At the door of the ward, a figure that shouldn't have appeared slowly appeared. It was Chu Tiannan who died in a car accident!

At this moment, Chu Tiannan exuded a strange aura, his torn clothes were stained with blood, his face was pale, his eyes were empty, but there seemed to be resentment surging in his eyes, staring straight at Zhao Qiankun.

"Fuck!"

"Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost!"

Zhao Qiankun squeezed out these words from his throat in fear, his voice trembling, terrified, his body uncontrollably shrinking towards the head of the bed, his hands waving in the air frantically, as if trying to drive away the deadly ghost in front of him.

It is no exaggeration to say that Zhao Qiankun was almost scared to death at this moment.

His eyes were wide open almost popping out of their sockets, his bloodshot eyeballs were filled with fear and despair, his lips were trembling violently, and he could only make inarticulate whimpers.

Jin Biao had his back to the ward door. He was shocked to see that the boss Zhao Qiankun looked like he had seen a ghost. His heart suddenly sank and the hairs on his body stood up instantly.

He turned his head suddenly as if by reflex, and his movement was so fast that it almost brought up a gust of wind.

However, what Jin Biao saw was only an empty doorway, without even a ghost in sight.

Jin Biao looked confused and worried. He lowered his voice unconsciously and asked with some doubt: "Chairman, what did you see?"

Zhao Qiankun was shaking like a sieve, his legs trembling violently uncontrollably, he leaned tremblingly on the hospital bed, pointing at the door of the ward with trembling fingers, and could only utter intermittent syllables from his mouth.

"Chu...Chu Tiannan's ghost just appeared behind you. He...he is here to take your life..."

Jin Biao looked in the direction of Zhao Qiankun's finger, but still found nothing.

He scratched his head in confusion and looked at Zhao Qiankun again, his eyes full of concern and confusion: "Chairman, are you dazzled? Why can't I see anything?"

Zhao Qiankun rubbed his eyes with lingering fear, trying to calm himself down. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, and beads of sweat on his forehead kept sliding down his cheeks.

However, just when he had caught his breath, Chu Tiannan, covered in blood, appeared again.

"Ghost!" Zhao Qiankun's screams broke the silence of the ward. He could no longer hold on and rolled off the bed to the ground, holding his head in his hands in extreme fear.

Jin Biao was so shocked by the scene before him that he stood there in a daze. He looked towards the door of the ward again with some horror, but still saw nothing.

"Chairman, are you hallucinating? I still don't see anything!"

Jin Biao was at a loss and tried to help the boss Zhao Qiankun up, but found that Zhao Qiankun's body was as stiff as a stone, and he didn't obey at all. He kept talking nonsense: "No, it can't be an illusion, I really saw Chu Tiannan!"

"He, he was covered in blood, and his eyes were staring at me!"

"It must be Chu Tiannan's wronged ghost coming to claim my life!"

Zhao Qiankun's voice was filled with despair and fear. His body was shaking uncontrollably, and his legs were weak. If Jin Biao hadn't been supporting him, he would have collapsed to the ground.

Jin Biao stared with his eyes wide open with a guilty conscience. He could not see anything unusual in the ward. He said weakly, "Chairman, you must be too nervous and have hallucinations."

As soon as Jin Biao finished speaking, the lights in the ward suddenly began to flicker, sometimes bright and sometimes dim. Each flicker was accompanied by a crackling sound of electricity, as if adding an eerie background music to this horrific drama.

"Ghost, it's haunted..."

Zhao Qiankun's pupils dilated due to extreme fear, and his voice became hoarse due to fear, almost inhuman.

The ward was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of terror.

The invisible clone Lin Lang used the maximum level [Transformation and Disguise Technique] to transform himself into Chu Tiannan covered in blood, pretending to be a ghost and frightening Zhao Qiankun.

Shocked to see the lights in the ward begin to flicker strangely, Jin Biao's nerves instantly tensed up and cold sweat streamed down his temples.

At this moment, the invisible Lin Lang used his mental power to cause the temperature of the central air-conditioning in the ward to drop sharply. Jin Biao felt a chill on his back. He subconsciously drew out the dagger he carried with him and instinctively held it in his hand.

Jin Biao stood guard beside the boss Zhao Qiankun, his eyes still fixed on the direction of the ward door, as if something more terrifying might rush out from there at any time.

Zhao Qiankun's heart was about to jump out of his throat. He was in the late stage of cancer and was very weak. He could not withstand such a fatal shock.

"Chairman, please calm down. I will call the medical staff over now."

"You, don't fucking leave, ring the bell." Zhao Qiankun grabbed Jin Biao's arm, as if having someone to give him courage would help him avoid the fear that followed him like a shadow.

After hearing this, Jin Biao hurriedly pressed the bedside call bell, but there was no response at all because the invisible Lin Lang had used his mind power to destroy the call system in the ward.

"Chairman, the bedside call bell seems to be broken."

"Hahaha..." Suddenly, a low laughter was heard in the ward. The laughter seemed to come from hell, echoing in every corner.

Zhao Qiankun was frightened by the laughter. He and his subordinate Jin Biao looked around in horror, but could not see the source of the sound.

Seeing this, all the hairs on Jin Biao's body stood up. He finally realized the seriousness of the problem. His heart began to beat wildly, his breathing became heavy, and he seemed to be extremely nervous.

Zhao Qiankun was so frightened that his face turned pale and he took a breath of cold air. He was shaking with fear because he had seen a ghost and had a premonition that he might not survive the night.

"Who? Who is playing tricks?" Jin Biao shouted bravely, although his voice was trembling a little.

The only thing that responded to him was Lin Lang's invisible clone, who deliberately let out a terrifying laugh. The creepy laugh was not loud, but it seemed to pierce their eardrums.

Zhao Qiankun could no longer endure such torture. He broke free from Jin Biao's support, snatched the dagger from Jin Biao's hand, and waved it around in the ward with courage.

"Damn it, I'm already dying. I don't care if you're a human or a ghost. If you're brave enough, just come out here!"

As soon as Zhao Qiankun finished speaking, he felt a pair of cold hands on his shoulders from behind.

"Fuck!"

Zhao Qiankun's body froze instantly. He didn't dare to look back. He looked at his subordinate Jin Biao who was facing him and asked, "Now you see something dirty behind me, right?"

Jin Biao shook his head in horror and replied timidly: "No, there is nothing behind you, Chairman!"

Zhao Qiankun became even more frightened after hearing this. He could clearly feel a hand on his shoulder, but Jin Biao said he saw nothing.

If this isn’t something ghostly, what is?

At this moment, Zhao Qiankun's heart was beating so fast that it almost reached its limit. He turned his head suddenly but saw nothing, so he angrily swung the dagger in the air.

"Come out!"

"Come out the fucking way!"

Zhao Qiankun, who was already weak, was like a madman, waving the dagger in the air wildly. The blade cut through the air, making a whistling sound, and beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead kept rolling down to the floor.

At this moment, an eerie chill came over us, like a freezing cold wind from the coldest days of winter that went straight to our bones. The temperature in the ward dropped to freezing point in an instant, and every breath seemed to produce frost.

Lin Lang's invisible clone was like a ghost. It circled silently behind Jin Biao and blew a breath gently. Jin Biao felt a chill on his neck and a chill instantly ran through his whole body. His hair stood up.

"Damn, there really is something dirty!"

In extreme fear, Jin Biao stumbled towards the ward door, wanting only to take his boss Zhao Qiankun away from this terrible place.

But the moment his hand touched the door handle, an invisible powerful force locked the door tightly.

Jin Biao was extremely anxious. He pushed the door desperately with both hands. Veins on his arms bulged, but the door didn't move at all.

He took a few steps back and slammed his body against the door. After two muffled bangs, the door of the ward was still tightly closed, as if it had been welded shut.

Just when Jin Biao was filled with fear and despair, the invisible clone Lin Lang once again transformed into Chu Tiannan, who was covered in blood, and pounced towards Zhao Qiankun in an extremely terrifying manner.

"Ghost, ghost!" Zhao Qiankun screamed in horror, closed his eyes instinctively, and stabbed wildly with the dagger in his hand like raindrops.

As he was poking, Zhao Qiankun felt a warm liquid slowly flowing down his arm. He was shocked: "That's not right. Ghosts don't have temperature. How can this blood be hot?"

Zhao Qiankun suddenly opened his eyes, and the scene before him made him stand there in a daze.

Jin Biao was lying in a pool of blood, blood gushing out from the wound in his abdomen, staining a large area of ​​the ground red. He stared at the boss Zhao Qiankun intently, spitting blood and sobbing, "It's me, the one you stabbed...it's me, boss..."