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Chapter 192: The Tower of Ten Thousand Ghosts
I remember my Master once told me a story. Before taking me as his disciple, Master Ma had another apprentice named Cao Pan.
I recall when I was eight years old, I had just become Master Ma's student, and Cao Pan, my senior brother, took me to a hospital to collect ghosts.
Everyone knows that the place with the most dead people in the world is a hospital. Whether from illness or accidents, the deceased are sent to hospitals. Hospitals are generally built in locations that ward off evil spirits, and due to the large number of people present and the unique smells within hospitals, they can keep supernatural entities at bay.
In other words, under normal circumstances, hospitals should not be haunted! However, if they are haunted, it is not a simple matter.
That was my first encounter with ghosts. To be honest, I felt more excitement than fear. In my young eyes, my senior brother was like Miao Renfeng from Snow Mountain Flying Fox, a martial arts master. As long as I followed him and learned a move or two, that would be enough.
We went to the hospital late at night because it is only during the night that ghosts come out to cause trouble. After midnight, the hospital became very quiet; aside from a few nurses and doctors on duty, most of the patients were asleep.
Cao Pan led me to the morgue, which was said to be haunted.
In the morgue, mirrors are particularly taboo; however, this morgue was filled with mirrors all around. When my brother and I walked in, our reflections appeared in every mirror. I found it amusing and playfully made a ghost face at one of the mirrors. Just as I pulled my mouth open with both hands to make a scary face, a strange face suddenly appeared in the mirror. It opened its mouth wide and lunged directly out of the mirror at me.
I was terrified and immediately started crying. But while I cried, the ghostly face in the mirror laughed—a sinister laugh.
At that moment, one of the corpses on a bed in the morgue suddenly sat up. I will never forget that scene.
The corpse that sat up was clearly mangled from an accident. As it rose, its intestines spilled out from its abdominal wound. Then it stood up and began to walk while using its only remaining hand to claw at us. Its intestines trailed behind it on the floor, leaving a long streak of blood.
My senior brother, Cao Pan, at that time rushed forward, pressing down on the head of the corpse. He then quickly pinned the body to the ground, using his other hand to wipe down the eyelids of the corpse. After that, he took out a talisman and stuck it on the forehead of the corpse.
Afterward, the corpse stopped moving, but I saw the mirror in the room begin to shake. It might have been shaking itself or just the surface of the mirror. Then, countless 'people' slowly stretched their heads out from the mirror. Some had incomplete facial features, some had dislocated jaws, and others had no eyeballs. Shadows of people poured out from the mirror one after another.
"Not good!" My senior brother, Cao Pan, shouted loudly at that moment. He hurriedly picked me up and threw me towards the hallway like a javelin, shouting at me, "Run!"
I was still young and scared to tears. Coupled with the pain from hitting the ground, I cried out for my master while slowly walking out of the hospital door.
However, I got out, but my senior brother never came out again.
Later, my master told me that when there are many ghosts concentrated in one place, one must not act rashly because even a general cannot safely escape when surrounded by many enemies.
The corpse that initially rose in the hospital was actually just warning my senior brother and me to leave because that place was their territory and they did not welcome us. However, my senior brother, overestimating his abilities, took action and provoked an attack from other spirits.
Later, in order to avenge my senior brother, my master gathered many people at the paper-making shop. I still remember that at that time more than ten people around my master's age came to the shop. Each of them brought different tools, but I could feel that each one was a master.
Eventually, a total of eighteen people entered that hospital. They set off around ten o'clock at night and returned to the paper-making shop three days later in the evening. When they returned, only six people came back, all looking exhausted and covered in wounds.
The situation I faced now was almost identical to what happened back then; the difference was that those ghosts in the hospital before did not have a leader. They simply coexisted peacefully and treated the morgue as their home. Now, however, I was facing a group of organized and disciplined ghost soldiers.
The reason they had not acted yet was to warn us to leave this place. If we acted now, we would surely be drained of all our yang energy and turned into corpses.
At this moment, the closest ghost to me must have been shot dead; there was a bloody hole in his forehead with blood flowing out in streams across his face. He slowly tilted his head and pressed his face against Murong Duoduo's face.
Murong Duoduo, who had long been frightened to the point of losing her color, was now whimpering and starting to resist. I covered her mouth while firmly pinning her down, afraid that she might accidentally hit that ghost.
The Ghost General's face was almost pressed against Murong Duoduo's, staring wide-eyed at her for a long time before finally turning to face me. Our noses were nearly touching, and it would be a lie to say I wasn't scared.
"Roar!" He suddenly opened his mouth and shouted at me.
A large amount of Yin Qi spewed from his mouth. I quickly closed my lips and held my breath. After staring at the ghost for over ten seconds, he finally straightened up and shouted, "Get lost!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ghosts surrounding us parted to make way, each one howling at me and Murong Duoduo.
At that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else and hurriedly dragged Murong Duoduo toward the path they had cleared. As we passed by those ghosts, they clawed at us from both sides, some even huffing at us in a show of intimidation. From the glass corridor all the way to the Elevator entrance, I mostly covered Murong Duoduo as we moved forward. By the time we reached the Elevator entrance, her face had turned pale from my grip.
After releasing her, I shone the flashlight ahead in the corridor, revealing countless Yin Ghosts everywhere.
"What are you doing?" Murong Duoduo gasped for a long time and shouted at me, "Loser! I warn you, you are an Onmyoji, a man! How can you be a coward?"
A coward?
Maybe so!
But I thought that rather than dying heroically in battle, it was better to take a step back, survive, and come back later!
At that moment, the Elevator door opened with a ding. I quickly turned my head to look. The Paper Figurine inside the Elevator was gone, but a White-Clad Woman was standing there.
The woman in white had long hair cascading down her shoulders, casually draped, while she stood motionless with her head lowered inside the elevator.
Murong Duoduo, who had been brimming with confidence just a second ago, suddenly hid behind me. However, after seeing the group of ghosts following behind us, she hesitated for a moment and stepped in front of me.
I grabbed Murong Duoduo's small hand and smiled slightly at the woman in the elevator before leading Murong Duoduo inside.
As soon as we entered the elevator, I felt the temperature around us drop sharply. The woman standing in the center of the elevator slowly raised her hand and pressed the number '1' on the elevator button panel. The elevator doors slowly closed, and the dim lights inside suddenly brightened. In that instant of illumination, the woman abruptly lifted her head and shouted at me.
At the same time, the previously bright elevator lights went out again, but my flashlight still illuminated the woman's face.
This woman must have been burned alive; her skin was charred black, and her eyeballs bulged out. She slowly leaned her head toward me, tilting it to listen as she stared at me several times.
I felt extremely cold, as if I were inside a refrigerator. The temperature in the entire elevator had dropped to several degrees below zero; I could even see mist forming on Murong Duoduo's hair.
In this world, there are many ghosts. Among them, two types are particularly unique. The first type is called Burning Soul, which is sealed within Ghost Seal and is known as Chickenshit.
Chickenshit resides in dark and damp places. After dying and fearing the cold, she begins to gather Ghost Fire and Yang Qi to counteract the Yin Qi on her body. Over time, she transforms into a living person but still feels no warmth.
In addition to Burning Soul, there is also Yin Ghost, which is the exact opposite of Burning Soul, known as Ice Spirit. The conditions that form Ice Spirit are almost completely opposite to those of Burning Soul, resulting in entirely different outcomes after death. Ice Spirit prefers to gather in places abundant with Yin Ghosts to maximize the accumulation of Yin Qi. Those who die by burning are most likely to become Ice Spirits.
"I'm so hot!" she said while looking at me.
As she opened her mouth, a mist formed instantly, resembling how people's breath creates fog in winter. This indicated just how low the surrounding temperature was. Even at such a low temperature, she still claimed to feel hot!
"Stay away from me, okay?" On her charred face, there seemed to be a hint of pleading, yet her bulging eyes grew even larger.
Those who die in a fire become afraid of the cold after death; this is the consequence of extremes.
The conditions for the formation of an Ice Spirit are that the deceased lived in a hot environment for a long time and happened to die in a fire. After death, their geographical location allows them to gather enough yin energy.
To be honest, I wanted her to stay away from me. The elevator lights flickered, and she was observing me from such a close distance. Every time the light turned on, I could see her charred face, which was truly a challenge to my nerves.
As for Murong Duoduo, ever since entering the elevator, she had been hiding behind me. Just moments ago, she had criticized my cowardice, but now she was nowhere to be found.
"Stay away from me, okay?" the female ghost pleaded again.
I felt I should say something. "What’s your name?"
"Bingqing, Zhang Bingqing," the female ghost replied before continuing, "Stay away from me, okay?"
"Alright, I'll leave right now. You stop the elevator," I hurriedly said.
Bingqing shook her head and looked around the elevator. Suddenly, she shouted at me loudly, "Stay away from me!"
Her expression changed faster than flipping a page in a book. In an instant, pieces of charred flesh fell from her blackened face onto the ground. At the same time, a massive wave of cold air erupted from her body, and almost instantly, the entire elevator was covered with a layer of ice.
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