The Great Doctor Girl

Sister Zhiyue's sharp eyes looked straight at Qian Jinxuan's father, and her eyes seemed to have the power to penetrate the soul. Her voice was steady and serious: "Does your house have a basement?"

"No!" The child's father answered firmly without any hesitation.

However, his furrowed brow and the worry and confusion in his eyes betrayed his inner uneasiness.

His lips trembled slightly, and he seemed to have something to say, but swallowed it back. His eyes kept wandering over us, as if seeking a little comfort or hope.

My spiritual power surged in my body like a raging tide, and the power rushed upwards eagerly, like a wild beast trapped in a cage eager to break free.

I can clearly feel that the key to the problem lies here. It is like a thorn piercing my heart, but I am like a traveler lost in the fog, unable to find any clues.

This feeling made me anxious, as if there was a fire burning in my chest that could swallow me up at any time.

But I knew I had to stay calm at this moment. I took a deep breath and tried to suppress my inner anxiety: "Don't worry, let's look carefully again, there must be a clue."

Just as the three of us were about to gather our strength again and look for a way to break the spell and save Qian Jinxuan's fragile life, the air around us suddenly became sticky as if it were cast by magic.

It felt like being trapped in a thick black swamp, and every movement became extremely difficult.

Immediately afterwards, a disgusting evil spirit came towards us like a surging wave. The smell was like a corpse that had been rotting for thousands of years mixed with the pungent smell of sulfur, which assaulted our sense of smell and almost suffocated us.

Two figures emerged from the darkness like ghosts and slowly floated towards us.

One of them is the masked man we are familiar with, and the other is a mysterious man wrapped in black clothes and wearing a black hood.

His entire body was wrapped in black, as if he was the embodiment of darkness. People couldn't see his face clearly, and could only see a pair of eyes that flashed with strange light in the darkness, like a wolf spying on its prey in the dark.

The man in black also wore a mask, which exuded a mysterious and dangerous aura in the darkness.

From the appearance, there is almost no difference between the two masked men except that one mask is white and the other is black, as if they were carved from the same mold.

This made me wonder, was this a clone technique? Or were they really two people?

Countless possibilities flashed through my mind in an instant, and all I felt was unease.

The man in black held a black staff tightly in his hand. The staff seemed to be dug out from the abyss of hell, emitting endless dark aura.

The top of the staff was inlaid with a gem that emitted a strange red light. The dazzling red light was as bright and juicy as blood. As it flickered, it seemed as if countless wronged souls were struggling and roaring in it.

Their voices seemed to travel through time and space, reaching my ears and making my soul tremble.

The man in black began to mutter something, and the ancient and obscure spell came out of his mouth. Every word was like a death knell from hell, carrying endless malice.

The voice seemed to have a kind of magic that could penetrate the defenses of the soul, making my body tremble slightly unconsciously, and a chill ran up my spine.

But I am the descendant of Yi Yi, and I have the mission of safeguarding justice. I must not show cowardice at this time.

I held the peach wood sword tightly in my hand. The peach wood sword seemed to feel my determination and trembled slightly, as if giving me strength.

I glared at the men in black, anger burning in my eyes. "Another masked man, who are you? What the hell are you doing?"

The masked man was waving a scimitar that was emitting a faint blue light. The scimitar was like the scythe of the god of death. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be torn apart.

Black smoke gushed out of the crack like a poisonous snake, spreading rapidly and shrouding everything around in darkness.

He let out a sinister laugh, which was like the cold wind in winter, biting and icy. "You think you can save this child so easily? You are so naive."

Huang Junze stepped in front of me without any hesitation. His tall figure was like a solid fortress, blocking the danger ahead for me.

He assumed a fighting stance, his muscles tensed, like a cheetah ready to pounce: "With us here, you'll never succeed!" His voice was deep and powerful, like the sound of a huge bell, echoing in this dark space.

Sister Zhiyue waved the whisk in her hand, and a flash of inspiration appeared. The light was like a ray of hope, illuminating the darkness around her.

She shouted, "You evil people, today is the day when your evil deeds will end."

As she spoke, her hands changed gestures rapidly like dancing butterflies, and spiritual power shot out from her fingertips like sharp arrows, heading towards the man in black and the masked man.

Those spiritual powers passed through the air like shining sharp blades, carrying the power to break evil, trying to break through their thick evil protection.

The man in black just sneered. He waved the staff in his hand calmly and chanted spells non-stop. The red light became more intense, like a burning flame.

The light turned into blood-red arrows, shooting towards us like raindrops.

The evil aura emanating from the light arrow caused the air to become distorted.

I quickly raised the peach wood sword and chanted a defensive spell.

"Yuqing has issued an order, commanding the Peach Spirit to descend.

The sword turns into a dragon to protect me.

Evil and filth cannot invade, and all evil will disappear.

The power of heaven is so great, the order is urgent! "

The cinnabar talisman on the sword seemed to be awakened, shining brightly and forming a curtain of light.

The light curtain was like a golden shield, blocking the incoming light arrows one by one.

The light arrow hit the light curtain, splashing sparks and making crackling sounds.

However, the powerful impact still made me take a few steps back, and my arms felt numb, as if they were being pricked by countless needles.

"Everyone be careful, they are too powerful." I reminded Sister Zhiyue and Huang Junze loudly, with a hint of anxiety in my voice.

The masked man took advantage of this gap and rushed towards Huang Junze.

The scimitar in his hand was covered with black smoke and slashed down like lightning, with such momentum that it seemed to split Huang Junze in two.

Huang Junze flashed, his movements were as fast as lightning, and he nimbly avoided the attack.

Then, he threw a punch quickly, with whistling wind, and hit the masked man with powerful force.

The fist was like a cannonball, containing enormous power, and each punch was aimed at the masked man's vital points.

The two men fought in an instant, with fist shadows and sword lights intertwined, unable to distinguish one from the other.

Their battle was like a fierce storm, stirring the surrounding air into chaos and forming small whirlpools.

Those whirlpools were filled with black smoke and spiritual light, looking like a magical painting.

I approached Sister Zhiyue, my eyes full of confusion. "Didn't you say you knew that masked man before? He was a former Feng Shui master. Then who is this man in black?"

Sister Zhiyue frowned slightly, a trace of shame flashing in her eyes: "I didn't expect that I was deceived by him before. The man in black is the person I know, and the masked man should just be his stand-in." There was a hint of self-blame in her tone, as if she was upset about her misjudgment.

After saying that, I looked at Sister Zhiyue, and we understood each other and decided to work together to deal with the man in black first.

I brandished the peach wood sword again, rushed towards the man in black, and chanted the evil-breaking spell:

"Tai Shang Tai Xing, constantly responding to changes.

Exorcise evil spirits and bind evil spirits, protect life and body.

Wisdom is clear and the mind is peaceful.

The three souls are eternal, and the soul has no loss. "

The talisman on the peach wood sword flashed with golden light as I chanted the spell, and the light became brighter and brighter, like the sun.

I held the peach wood sword and stabbed towards Chen Feng. The peach wood sword was like a golden dragon, carrying the power to destroy evil.

Sister Zhiyue used a whisk to disturb the evil spirits around Chen Feng. As she waved the whisk, it emitted soft spiritual light.

Those spiritual lights entangled with the evil spirit like silk threads, weakening his power, just like silkworms eating mulberry leaves, gnawing at the power of darkness bit by bit.

The man in black was not in a hurry. He waved his staff, and the shadows of the evil spirits that were originally still on the surrounding walls seemed to be summoned by some mysterious power and rushed towards us.

Those evil ghost shadows had different shapes. Some had bloody mouths and sharp fangs; some stretched out long claws, as if they wanted to tear us into pieces.

Their eyes flashed green, filled with resentment and malice.

I was shocked, but my hands did not stop moving at all.

The peach wood sword was like a dragon emerging from the sea, engaging in a fierce battle with those evil ghost shadows.

Every time it stabbed a shadow, it would let out a shrill scream, the sound like nails scratching on a blackboard, making people shudder.

Then, the shadow will turn into a wisp of black smoke and dissipate into the air, as if it had never appeared.

Yet, those shadows were so numerous, and they kept coming toward us like a tide, one after another, seemingly without end.

Sister Zhiyue frowned, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead: "This is not a solution. We have to find the source of their power."

"I wonder what kind of sorcery they're using," I thought, my stomach churning as anger and fear mingled within me. The evil aura that permeated the air felt like the hands of countless wronged souls, tightly gripping my throat. This sorcery must have been forged with countless lives; it was a brutal massacre.

I seemed to witness the despair of those innocents before their deaths, their blood flowing like rivers, gathering into the nourishment of this evil magic. Chen Feng and the others laughed wildly in the darkness, their staffs stained with blood, each drop carrying the cry of a soul.