Feng Shui live broadcast: A haunted house worth 50 million is not worth living in

"It seems to be effective!" Chen Yile was delighted and continued to wave the flame to force the doctor back.

Suddenly, the doctor let out a shrill scream, his body began to twist and deform, and finally turned into a puff of black smoke and dissipated into the air.

The light in the room gradually returned to normal, and the medical equipment on the operating table disappeared.

"Finally got rid of it..." Chen Yile breathed a sigh of relief, but he knew it was only temporary and he had to find a way out as soon as possible.

He left the basement, returned to the corridor, and continued walking upstairs.

The stairwell was filled with a rotten smell, and the walls were covered with bloodstains.

He walked up carefully step by step, and every step made him feel nervous.

Finally, he walked to the door of a ward with a tattered sign hanging on it that read "Intensive Care Unit."

He pushed the door open and was shocked by the scene inside.

There was a huge bed in the middle of the ward, and a person was lying on the bed.

His whole body was wrapped in bandages, leaving only a pair of empty eyes exposed.

There was a figure standing next to the bed. It was the ghost nurse who had disappeared before.

"Why are you still here?" Chen Yile asked in surprise.

Chen Yile saw the patient on the bed twist his body and suddenly turned his head.

With a pair of empty eyes and trembling lips, he shouted in a hoarse and desperate voice, "Save me..."

The air in the ward seemed to freeze. Chen Yile's heartbeat quickened, and he could feel the chill gradually coming from behind.

The ghost nurse moved silently to the bedside and stared at Chen Yile coldly.

Suddenly, the twisted and deformed ghost doctor appeared at the door again, holding a scalpel that was flashing with cold light in his hand.

"Run!" Chen Yile's heart was filled with alarm, and the comments in the live broadcast room were also exploding:

"Run away!"

"Stop looking and run!"

"Oh my God, this is horrible!"

Chen Yile's feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move.

He watched the ghost doctor walk to the bedside, raise the scalpel, and stab the patient's chest without mercy.

Blood splattered, the patient's screams tore through the air, and the audience in the live broadcast room were also frightened and screamed:

"Help!"

"It's so bloody!"

"This is not true, is it?"

Chen Yile finally came to his senses. He turned around and ran towards the door frantically with only one thought in his mind: escape!

He rushed out of the ward and ran desperately up the stairwell. The smell of decay became stronger and Chen Yile was almost choked to death.

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered that there was another important thing in his backpack, the demon-subduing pestle.

He quickly stopped and rummaged through his backpack, but his fingers were shaking with nervousness.

Just as he found the demon-subduing pestle, the ghost doctor appeared at the stairs and approached him.

The comments in the live broadcast room were already filled with panic:

"He's coming, he's coming!"

"Quickly take out the demon-subduing pestle!"

"Oh my god, this is so intense!"

Chen Yile gripped the demon-subduing pestle tightly, his heart filled with anxiety and fear.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that there was a passage of Buddhist scriptures engraved on the pestle.

He quickly chanted aloud: "Gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha."

The ghost doctor's pace paused noticeably, but he continued to approach him.

Chen Yile knew he had no way out, so he took a deep breath, gripped the demon-subduing pestle tightly, turned around abruptly and attacked the ghost doctor head-on, while reciting the Buddhist scripture aloud.

The ghost doctor let out a scream, his body began to twist and deform, and finally turned into powder and disappeared into the air.

Chen Yile finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he knew that there were more dangers hidden in this hospital.

He continued to move forward, each step filled with tension and fear.

The bloodstains on the corridor walls and the stench of decay almost suffocated him.

Suddenly, he heard a low groaning sound. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw several patients staggering towards him.

They were wrapped in bandages, their faces were pale, their eyes were empty, and they let out low wailing sounds from their mouths.

Chen Yile's heart tightened, he knew that these so-called patients were actually ghosts.

The audience in the live broadcast room were also frightened:

"This place is so weird!"

"These patients are ghosts!"

"Chen Yile, run!"

Chen Yile gripped the demon-subduing pestle tightly and retreated cautiously. The patients approached him like ghosts, and the air was filled with the smell of despair.

He knew he couldn't retreat any further and had to face these ghosts.

"Gate Gate Paragate Parasamgate Bodhi Svaha!" He recited the Buddhist scriptures again, and the vajra in his hand emitted a faint light.

The steps of those sick ghosts obviously hesitated for a moment, but soon continued to approach him.

Chen Yile gritted his teeth, raised the demon-subduing pestle and hit the nearest ghost patient.

The ghost patient let out a shrill scream, his body began to twist and deform, and finally turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the air.

Seeing this, the other ghost patients also let out terrifying screams and fled in all directions.

Chen Yile's fear was slightly relieved, but he knew that this was only temporary and he had to leave this haunted hospital as soon as possible.

He continued down the corridor, looking for an exit.

Yet, behind each door seems to lie new horrors.

Suddenly, he heard hurried footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw a woman in a white hospital gown running towards him.

Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were lifeless, and she kept muttering, "Save me...save me..."

Chen Yile was startled, but he didn't dare to stop. He quickened his pace and ran forward.

However, the woman's footsteps were getting closer and closer, almost right behind him.

"Save me..." The woman's voice was filled with despair and fear, as if an invisible hand was tightly grasping Chen Yile's heart.

The audience in the live broadcast room were also frightened by this scene:

"Oh my god, she's after him!"

"This is too scary!"

"Chen Yile, run!"

Chen Yile finally couldn't help but look back, and the woman's face was almost touching his.

Her eyes suddenly turned blood red, and she let out a sharp laugh: "You can't run away..."

Chen Yile pushed the woman away and ran away.

However, no matter how fast he ran, the woman's laughter always echoed in his ears.

He knew he had to find a way to get rid of her.

Suddenly, he saw a half-open door in front of him, which seemed to be a storage room.

He rushed in, locked the door, and leaned against it, breathing heavily.

The storage room was pitch black, with only Chen Yile's rapid breathing and heartbeat echoing in the silence.

He turned on the flashlight on his phone and looked around, finding that it was a small room filled with junk.

Various worn-out medical equipment and medicines were piled up in a mess, and the air was filled with a damp and moldy smell.

Chen Yile's heart tightened, he knew he couldn't stay here for long.

He quickly checked the demon-subduing pestle and found that the Buddhist scriptures on it seemed a little blurry.

He couldn't help but feel a little worried. If the Demon-Subduing Pestle lost its power, how would he deal with the danger that would come next?