The Great Doctor Girl

We became more cautious in this weak and cold bewitching technique.

But what was even more frightening was that some light and shadows actually broke away from the wall and slowly floated towards us.

Their faces became clearer as we got closer. They were faces full of fear and despair, with distorted features and tears of blood flowing from their eyes, as if they wanted to drag us into their endless pain.

Next to the glass lamp is an exquisite porcelain bowl, which is half filled with clear water. The surface of the water is as calm as the mirror of death, but it gives people a sense of bottomless fear.

Beneath the calm water, it seemed as if countless pale hands were hidden, waiting to drag anyone who approached into the endless dark abyss.

Occasionally, a barely perceptible ripple would appear on the water's surface, but there was no wind or other movement. This inexplicable fluctuation was like a call from the depths of hell, and it made me shudder. But I quickly calmed myself down: "There's something wrong with this water. It might be related to the formation."

Huang Junze said seriously, "Don't get close to that bowl of water."

There are several landscape paintings hanging on the walls of Qian Jinxuan's room. They should have been decorations to add elegance, but now they look like paintings from hell, exuding a chilling eeriness.

Why didn’t I see these paintings yesterday?

Although the brushstrokes of the painting are delicate, it seems that there are countless pairs of prying eyes hidden among the mountains and rivers. Those eyes are flashing with a faint green light, staring at me coldly, making me feel uneasy.

With every additional glance, the uneasiness in my heart grew like a snowball. I seemed to be able to feel the malice hidden in the painting, quietly spreading like a black tide.

I pointed at the scrolls, my expression serious. "These paintings have also been used as a medium for evil magic."

Sister Zhiyue (Liu Yian) walked over and carefully examined the scroll, her eyes sharp: "Yes, this painting contains evil thoughts and is constantly releasing negative energy. This is a kind of 'Soul-Eating Shadow Painting Technique' that can absorb a person's soul and interfere with the mind."

The paper of the scroll has turned yellow and become brittle, with slightly curled edges, as if it were being pulled from the inside by some powerful force, or as if countless invisible hands were struggling behind the scroll, trying to break free from the painting.

When your eyes stay on the scroll for a while, you can see that the scenery between the mountains and rivers begins to distort and change. The originally tranquil mountains turn into hideous demon heads, and the flowing streams turn into rivers of blood. The sky is covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and every time a lightning flashes, you can see a terrifying figure looming in the clouds, like an evil god overlooking everything in the world.

The evil hidden in the painting seems to want to break out of it, turning the entire room into its territory and dragging us into a horrific nightmare.

Everyone, look away and don't look at the painting.

Then we stepped on the thick carpet, which made no sound at all. This silence was more terrifying than any terrifying sound.

The color of the carpet was a deep dark red, like dried blood, or the color of a soul tainted by a demon.

At this moment, we seem to be walking on the traces of countless lives that have disappeared. Every time we step, we can feel the deep despair and pain, which makes me even more worried about Qian Jinxuan's condition.

The pile of the carpet is in disarray, as if countless pairs of invisible feet have trampled and run on it repeatedly, or as if countless wriggling insects are running underneath, forming bulges under the carpet, as if they will break out of the carpet at any time and crawl onto our bodies.

When looking at those bulges, one can see faint light and shadow flickering inside, as if the souls trapped inside are struggling. Their figures are blurry, but one can feel the strong resentment, as if they are cursing everyone who approaches.

I said to Huang Junze, my voice trembling slightly, "Something seems to be moving under the carpet. We have to be careful."

Huang Junze looked at the carpet warily and clenched his fists: "Everyone, watch your step and don't get ambushed."

Sister Zhiyue led us to move forward using the Taixu Flash technique.

In the corner of the ward, there is a huge medicine cabinet, which is filled with various bottles and jars containing unknown medicinal materials.

The medicine cabinet exuded a faint medicinal fragrance, but this fragrance was mixed with a hint of decay. The smell was like the stench of a corpse wafting out from a thousand-year-old tomb. It penetrated into my nostrils, made my stomach churn, and almost made me vomit.

I covered my nose and frowned, "This medicine cabinet smells so disgusting. The herbs inside must have been contaminated."

Sister Zhiyue opened the medicine cabinet and gently waved her whisk, observing the contents with a serious expression. "These herbs have been corrupted by evil magic and transformed into evil things. This is the 'Bone-Rotting and Heart-Eroding Poison Technique,' and upon contact, it will corrode a person's bones and internal organs."

The door of the medicine cabinet was a little loose and swayed violently in the breeze, making a creaking sound, which sounded like the painful cries of a vengeful spirit imprisoned in hell.

Every sound seemed to be telling of what they had suffered and their resentment towards the living.

Through the gap in the cabinet door, you can see the medicinal herbs inside looming in the shadows. The shapes of those herbs are unclear. Some look like bones, some like shriveled human organs, and some like distorted human faces. They exude a creepy atmosphere in the darkness.

Occasionally, the medicine jar would tremble slightly, as if something inside was struggling to get out. When the trembling intensified, faint roars and screams could be heard coming from the jar, as if the demon sealed inside was angrily resisting.

The windows were covered with thick window paper, and the sunlight struggled to penetrate, leaving only a faint halo at the edge. This made the entire ward appear even darker, like a corner forgotten by the world, and Qian Jinxuan was trapped in the center of this darkness, like a sacrifice imprisoned by the devil.

The window paper was torn in some places, and the wind rushed in through the holes, making a whistling sound. The sound was like the wail of wronged souls, echoing in the ward for a long time.

I looked out the window, filled with worry: "Why has Jinxuan's room become like this? It's really hard to tell what's real."

Huang Junze's eyes were determined: "We must get out of the illusion as soon as possible and rescue Jinxuan."

The branches outside the window swayed wildly in the wind, and dark shadows moved on the window, like dry, thorny hands scratching the glass. The nails of those hands were long and sharp, leaving deep scratches on the glass, as if trying to break through this last barrier, break into the ward, and drag us into endless darkness.

When I looked out the window, I could see some blurry figures hanging on the branches, like hanged people. Their bodies swayed in the wind, and strange lights flashed in their empty eyes, as if calling us in the ward to join their tragic fate.

Huang Junze held his head in his arms. It felt like his previous headache had relapsed and his whole head was in splitting pain.

I shook my head vigorously and opened my eyes wide to try to bring myself back to reality, but what I saw was a completely different scene.

On one side of the bed, there was a bronze incense burner, with wisps of green smoke wafting out of the burner. The smoke twisted and swirled in the air, as if it had a spirit, entwining around Qian Jinxuan's bed.

The shape of the smoke was unpredictable, sometimes resembling a hideous ghost face, the expression of which was painful and terrifying, as if it was being burned by the fire of hell.

Sometimes it looks like twisted limbs dancing wildly, as if performing an evil sacrifice.

There seemed to be faint screams and low roars coming from the smoke, as if the souls from the depths of hell were being tortured.

What’s even more terrifying is that some blurry figures occasionally appear in the smoke. Their bodies are erratic, like ghosts imprisoned in the smoke, struggling and crying inside.

The figures of these ghosts gradually became clear. They were actually some familiar faces, including dead patients and some unknown people. Their eyes were full of resentment and despair. They stretched out their hands towards us, as if they wanted to drag us into their tragic fate.

I looked at the smoke, a hint of solemnity flashing in my eyes, but I still said firmly, "These are all illusions created by evil magic. We cannot be deceived."

Sister Zhiyue nodded and said in a calm tone, "That's right, this weak cold soul-bewitching technique can confuse people's senses and make them fall into hallucinations. But don't be afraid, I have a way to deal with it."

After Sister Zhiyue finished speaking, she opened her collar, took out a white feather tassel from her chest, and waved it. The illusion just now disappeared instantly.

I hurried to check the Bagua Life-Nourishing Formation and the seals I had set up earlier.

The air around me seemed to freeze and I held my breath nervously. Fortunately, they were all intact and showed no signs of damage.

The fluctuation of spiritual power remained stable, like a ray of hope in the darkness.

I breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the formation and seal are fine. This is a good sign."

I walked quickly into the inner room, and the moment I saw Qian Jinxuan, my heart felt like it was being grabbed tightly.

He lay on the large bed, his face becoming increasingly gloomy, as if shrouded in a layer of haze.

The once lively eyes were tightly closed, and the long eyelashes draped lifelessly on the eyelids.

His lips were cracked, his breath was as weak as a candle in the wind, and his chest, which was rising and falling weakly, seemed like it would stop at any moment.

My eyes were wet, but I knew now was not the time to be sad. I took a deep breath, calmed myself, and said in a firm voice, "Jinxuan, you must hold on. I'm here to save you."

I took out the peach wood sword, cinnabar, talismans and other items. These were the magic weapons I carefully prepared to break the formation.

After arranging everything, I muttered to myself:

"Xuanzong of heaven and earth, the root of Wan Qi.

In the vast sky, Xuannv bestows grace.

The seven stars are dim and filled with evil spirits.

I use the magic spell to break the formation and eliminate the evil.

Brilliant in spirit and full of righteousness.

All evil spirits are dispelled and the soul returns to its true nature.

The laws and orders are powerful, and the way of Tao is eternal.

The seven evil spirits are all broken, and spring returns to heaven and earth."

He waved the peach wood sword in his hand, drawing complicated spells, and the cinnabar on the sword flashed with mysterious light.

According to past experience, such steps are enough to break the Seven Evils Soul Locking Formation, but now, those methods are like a stone falling into the sea and are of no use.

The evil spirit that should have been dispelled still lingered around Qian Jinxuan, without any weakening.

I frowned slightly, but remained calm. My gaze remained resolute. "It seems this evil formation is more complex than I imagined. There must be other forces interfering."

Sister Zhiyue was also observing carefully from the side, her brows furrowed and her face solemn.

After a while, she told me solemnly, "In addition to the Seven Evil Soul-Locking Formation, there's also an even more sinister Nine Yin Soul-Devouring Formation set up here."

"I've broken the Nine Yin Soul-Devouring Formation before." After saying that, I took out the dragon-docking rod and began to look for clues in the room.

The dowsing rod trembled violently in my hand, and spiritual power was transferred to the dowsing rod along my arm.

After the dowsing rod turned several times, it finally stopped due east of the house.

The east side is for the eldest son, but the east side of the yard and the house looks clean and there is nothing unusual.

But the dowsing rod pointed firmly here, and that force was pulling me, unquestionable.

I said loudly, looking anxious: "The problem is in the east direction, but there is nothing here!"