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“Walking Dead has spirit, Walking Dead has desire. Flag symbol, summon the soul, heed my command. Five thunders separate the body, the soul departs. Hear my decree, three souls leave the yang body, seven spirits gather in the yin essence. The primordial spirit exits, severing the soul from the body. I obey the decree of Taishang Laojun, divine weapons rush forth as commanded! The primordial spirit exits!”
In the cold, eerie silence of the operating room filled with ghostly energy, Ye Chenfeng chanted incantations to release his soul.
His spirit detached from his body, creating another Ye Chenfeng.
Ye Chenfeng believed that the evil entities here could not easily kill him; they would make him endure various torments—fear, defeat—until he reached complete despair before taking action. They did not intend to kill him but rather to use every possible means to subdue him for their own purposes.
Once separated from his body, he floated freely in the operating room.
Ye Chenfeng noticed a row of wooden cabinets against the wall, filled with countless Glass Vessels.
Inside the Glass Vessels, there were soaked human organs—fingers, toes, heart, liver, and spleen. One Glass Vessel contained an eyeball with nerve cells bulging as it stared at him; another held a nose, ears, and a mouth.
He exited the operating room and entered a dimly lit corridor.
The cold, somewhat old and mottled walls were illuminated by faint lights in this deep corridor. It felt nothing like a real Mental Hospital, more like stepping into another dimension.
Although Ye Chenfeng was out of his body, he could still distinctly feel the chilling atmosphere of this space. As he walked down the dark corridor, he noticed that every few dozen meters there was a hissing white light overhead. Under the flickering light, Ye Chenfeng realized he couldn’t see his own shadow and was startled to remember that as a spirit, he wouldn’t cast one.
Continuing forward, he passed by a closed door.
As he approached it, the door creaked open with a heavy sound. From behind the slightly ajar door came a chilling gaze.
Was there someone inside?
Ye Chenfeng felt a surge of suspicion and paused. He tiptoed closer to the partially open door and gently pushed it open. Upon entering, he saw no one but noticed a skull resting on a table against the wall.
A few strands of hair rested on the skull.
The entire skull was devoid of muscle tissue, with dark, hollow eye sockets, nostrils facing upward, and a mouth that appeared to be grinning widely.
Was that cold gaze he felt earlier emanating from the eye sockets of this very skull?
Ye Chenfeng was so certain because the room was empty, with only this skull and himself present.
He noticed a bowl beside the skull.
The bowl had faint traces of blood. He dipped his finger in and brought it to his nose to sniff; the blood was still fresh. Then he saw a comb—not just any comb, but a Human Bone Comb.
This comb was made from human bones, an object of malevolence specifically used for summoning souls and gathering spirits. Next to the Human Bone Comb lay a mirror, typically used by women while grooming.
The Human Bone Comb was an object of evil, and the mirror served as a tool for soul summoning. There was a chair by the table, on which rested a gauzy scarf.
A chair, a scarf, a Human Bone Comb, a mirror, and a skull. This arrangement easily conjured an image of horror: the chair meant for sitting, the Human Bone Comb for combing hair that no human could use, and the skull—
Ye Chenfeng stared at the skull as he stepped closer.
Suddenly, the Human Bone Comb moved.
It wasn't blown by the wind nor lifted by Ye Chenfeng; it inexplicably floated into the air.
This movement wasn't random; it rose and fell rhythmically as if an unseen hand grasped the Human Bone Comb and was methodically combing through the sparse strands of hair on the bald skull.
At that moment when the Human Bone Comb brushed against the skull, something substantial began to change within it.
The bare skull began to sprout new hair, followed by muscles, and then slowly the head and neck appeared. Finally, a stunning beauty gracefully sat down on the previously empty chair, still combing her hair.
This scene unfolded so quickly that Ye Chenfeng couldn't react in time before the beautiful girl stood up from the chair and walked toward him.
The girl looked to be around eighteen or nineteen years old, with a round, egg-shaped face. Her eyes sparkled with life, her cheeks were flushed, her skin was whiter than snow, and her features were like a painting—she was an exceptionally rare beauty.
As the enchanting girl stepped closer, Ye Chenfeng took a step back, his fingers gripping the Ghost-Collecting Gourd as he warily asked, "Who are you?"
The beautiful girl posed playfully and threw him a flirtatious glance, causing Ye Chenfeng's heart to start racing.
"Little brother, it's fate that allows us to meet in this life. Could you lend me a hand?" As she spoke, she stumbled as if she could barely stand and lunged toward Ye Chenfeng.
In an instant, Ye Chenfeng raised his hand and brought it down decisively toward the approaching beautiful girl.
Perhaps she hadn't expected such a resolute reaction from him. Caught off guard by the pressure of the Golden Seal in his palm, she let out a heart-wrenching scream, followed by a pungent odor that filled the air.
Ye Chenfeng did not remove his hand until she had instantly transformed into a skull before he finally released his grip.
Bubbles were still rising from the skull, and the sulfurous smell made him feel nauseous.
Looking at the Golden Seal still hidden in his palm, Ye Chenfeng covered his mouth and rushed out of the room. Once outside, he found that the scene had changed from what he had seen before. The corridor was now lined with smooth and luxurious marble tiles.
The doors to each hospital room were tightly closed.
The lights were much brighter than before, and walking on the marble floor brought a slight chill.
Ye Chenfeng searched for a way back; his body was still in the operating room.
At that moment, a girl rushed in, flustered and out of breath, shouting, "Is there a nurse? Someone help me!" The voice was so familiar—was it Ding Li's voice?
There were nurses at the nurse station.
Hearing the commotion, a plump female nurse stood up and called out to her, "What’s the matter?"
"He hasn’t woken up yet! What’s going on?"
The plump nurse reassured her, "It’s okay. Your boyfriend will be fine; good people have their own blessings."
Ding Li exclaimed, "How can he be fine? It’s been half a month, and he’s still in a coma!"
Ye Chenfeng was taken aback. Ding Li has a boyfriend?
He hurriedly followed her.
Ding Li ran tearfully to the ward.
This was the intensive care unit, and she could only lean against the window to see the person inside.
Ye Chenfeng leaned beside her to look inside as well.
Ding Li said, "Ye Chenfeng, you avoid me no matter what I do. If it weren't for Qin Keqing and the others, you would be... sob... what should I do? Wuwuwu..."
What was happening? I was just at the Mental Hospital, and now I'm in a hospital again. Clearly, this wasn’t the Mental Hospital—so where was that?
Ye Chenfeng felt anxious and restless as the Golden Seal suddenly detached from his palm and began to swirl above his head.
"What do you see?" Ding Li exclaimed in surprise, pointing at the golden object spinning in mid-air. She tried to jump up and grab it, but it slipped through her fingers time and again.
More people were arriving, and there were many of them.
Ye Chenfeng couldn't care less about the Golden Seal swirling above his head; he turned to look at the newcomers.
The first among them was Zhou Zhisheng.
This bastard couldn't possibly be Zhou Zhisheng; he was already dead.
Ye Chenfeng lunged forward and threw a punch at him.
Zhou Zhisheng felt a sudden, ethereal jolt from the front, as if something had passed through him. He turned to look behind him. The person behind him also asked in surprise, "What's wrong, Director Zhou?"
"It seems... nothing."
As he spoke, he looked around suspiciously and spotted the spinning Golden Seal.
Ding Li also saw Zhou Zhisheng. She held back her tears and walked over, calling out, "Director Zhou, Ye Chenfeng hasn't woken up yet."
"Don't worry. When we found him, he was unconscious in the basement of the Mental Hospital, severely dehydrated... Recovery will take some time."
The basement? I was dehydrated and on the brink of death!
Ye Chenfeng was completely confused.
Zhou Zhisheng gazed up at the persistent golden light and said, "Open the door to the intensive care unit."
"Why should we open it?"
Ding Li was puzzled, staring at the golden light that resembled a star.
"If I’m not mistaken, this is a Relic. The light of the relic is guiding the soul to enter."
Everyone was astonished. How did Dean Zhou know so much? After the nurse's request was approved, the door to the intensive care unit opened. The light of the relic seemed to be calling Ye Chenfeng, leading him through the door.
Ye Chenfeng saw another version of himself, lying motionless on the hospital bed, wrapped in bandages.
"What’s going on? Am I injured?"
He remembered the Golden Seal pressing down on that skeleton, then everything shook violently around him as he stumbled out, and what he saw was quite different.
The Relic belonged to the Deep Mountain Old Monk.
Guided by the light of the relic, Ye Chenfeng returned to his body as time passed second by second.
Zhou Zhisheng, Ding Li, and all the medical staff watched intently as the light of the relic merged into Ye Chenfeng's body. Then his fingers moved, and he opened his eyes. The first thing he said was, "I want water."
When Ye Chenfeng woke up, Zhou Zhisheng recounted the events that had taken place at Purple City Fourth Hospital.
That night, Ye Chenfeng had gone to Four Hospitals with Qin Keqing. Then, without realizing it, he had escaped. When Ye Chenfeng re-entered Four Hospitals, a trap had already been set for him.
At that time, everyone in Four Hospitals had been imprisoned in another dimension. This included Zhou Zhisheng; the fake Zhou Zhisheng was disguised by Island Nation Ghosts.
The skeleton that Ye Chenfeng saw was the true mastermind behind it all.
She was the Island Nation Military Prostitute.
Unwilling to die just like that, her spirit lingered in the Four Hospitals, relying on the essence of men to boost her energy. She absorbed the essence of many psychiatric patients, ultimately aiming to consume Ye Chenfeng's essence to achieve maximum power. If she succeeded this time, the Four Hospitals would become her feast.
This would allow her to continue her plan of slaughtering Chinese People. Unfortunately, Ye Chenfeng saw through her tricks; eliminating her would mean eradicating the entire legion of Island Nation Ghosts lurking in the Four Hospitals.
The Relic left by the Deep Mountain Old Monk aided Ye Chenfeng in vanquishing the ghost of the Island Nation Military Prostitute. Her soul shattered, and all her ghostly schemes fell apart without a fight.
The spirits of those imprisoned in the Four Hospitals were released.
Yet at that moment, Ye Chenfeng had gone missing.
Fortunately, Qin Keqing and others were quick-witted; they traced Ye Chenfeng to the basement of the Four Hospitals, where he was bound to an operating table. They rushed him to the Purple City First People's Hospital.
However, at that time, Ye Chenfeng was unresponsive and unconscious; his soul was absent from his body.
Fortunately, guided by the light of the relic, he finally returned to his body, transforming danger into safety and re-entering reality.
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