"What's going on?"

He Zhan pressed the knife in his hand down hard, but the back of the knife was getting closer and closer to his own body, and the strength of the other party was so great that he was completely powerless to resist. In a hurry www.biquge.info he turned around and yelled at the "companion" behind him and asked, "What the fuck is this!" ”

His back was empty, and the female ghost who had been floating behind him had disappeared at some point.

"Don't look for her, she's scared by me and doesn't dare to come out."

A young male voice came from the air in front of him, sounding flat and unfazed: "It doesn't matter to me who you are, I don't care what you want to do, but if you want to get close to this operating room...... Hehe. ”

The invisible man laughed very perfunctorily, and He Zhan only felt that a huge force came from the blade, and it directly pushed him far away.

He was unsteady on his feet, and after stumbling back a few steps, his feet tripped together, and he sat on the ground with a fart~ strand.

"The girl who followed you is named Xue Qing, right?"

The voice slowly approached him.

He Zhan raised his head tremblingly, facing the dazzling lights in the corridor, and seemed to see a blurred shadow.

A young man, dressed in a wide robe that only came out of costume films, was walking towards him.

The white light penetrated the man's clothes and faintly fell into He Zhan's eyes.

He glanced at the ground beside him.

The floor of the hospital was mostly clean enough to show people, and when he looked down, he could see his frightened and distorted face.

And the young man who had come above him did not leave the slightest reflection on the floor.

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The man crossed his arms and looked at him condescendingly: "Where do you want to go, don't mess with me." But don't be too happy, I'll let you go because someone will be able to clean you up when you turn around. ”

When He Zhan heard this, a burst of anger churned in his heart for no reason, and he forced his fear down.

He clenched the knife in his hand and swung it hard at the head of the man in front of him.

The man didn't even blink an eye. It wasn't until the blade came in front of him that the hair on his forehead was blown by the breeze brought by the blade, and he tilted his head slowly and avoided this blow.

He Zhan slashed into the air, and his heart became more and more angry.

He sat on the ground and stepped back a little, suddenly raised his hand and waved the machete in his hand indiscriminately, and shouted with a curse in his mouth: "Whatever you are, give me death!" Monster! ”

The young man didn't hide anymore. He stood with his hands in his hands, lowered his head and looked at He Zhan at his feet with pity, allowing the bloodstained sharp blade to continue to pass through his body.

"What the hell are you!"

He Zhan roared loudly, holding the knife in both hands and waving it in vain in the air, seeing the smile on the face of the strange man in front of him becoming brighter and brighter, a chill suddenly appeared in his heart.

What am I doing? What am I facing? Why am I holding a knife?

He stared at the blades waving in front of him in a daze, but what he saw was a blur of blood, almost dazzling his eyes. The blood on the blade seemed to still have a certain temperature, and the heat spread down the metal blade to the hilt, sticking to his palm, burning his skin.

The young nurse who fled with her arms in her arms, the doctor and the patient's family with a frightened face lying in a pool of blood, and the old janitor at the door who fell to the ground before he could surprise his head.

A little further back, the memory goes back to his wife, who was covered with a white cloth......

The man in front of him seemed to have some kind of chill from another world, and when he got close to him, the strong killing intent actually cooled down his crazy brain a little bit.

"Are you sober?"

The Ghost King bent down slightly, and moved closer to the blade, which was dancing more and more slowly: "Get out of here when you wake up, don't get in my way." ”

"I ......"

He Zhan's voice trembled and he spit out a word, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground again, making a crisp sound.

"Why am I ......?"

"How do I know?"

The Ghost King interrupted his confused words and looked at him expressionlessly: "Your affairs have nothing to do with me, and it has nothing to do with other people here, why do you say you are here?" ”

The blood on the blade had not yet congealed, and was slowly dripping onto the floor, and the bright red marks left on the light-colored floor were particularly glaring.

"Is it still too late?"

He Zhan raised his head suddenly, looked at the ghost king pleadingly, his eyes were full of tears, and asked intermittently, "I am ...... now Regret it...... Is it in time? ”

"That's your living business, it has nothing to do with me."

The Ghost King shrugged, took two steps back again, and stepped on the chair beside him with his legs. He put one hand on his knee, leaned forward slightly, made a defensive gesture, and glanced back at the operating room with a red light behind him: "Ask your kind if they are willing to forgive you." ”

"They ......"

He Zhan muttered to himself, looking back to look at the corpse lying behind him, but his vision was blocked by a translucent black shadow.

"They won't forgive you."

The vague figure of the ghost king suddenly disappeared from his eyes, and a bewitching female voice sounded in his ears: "How can they forgive you?" And you don't want to forgive them, do you? ”

Xue Qing pressed his shoulder with one hand to control his movements, and pointed with the other hand in the direction he had come.

A doctor in his thirties was lying in a pool of blood, large strands of blood were constantly gushing out of his abdomen~, and his body was still twitching slightly~.

Bright red almost covered the white coat. The doctor was wearing a pair of metal-framed glasses, but now the glasses were lying crookedly not far in front of him, and his own eyes were not closed, his eyes were full of surprise and fear, and he was staring wide in the direction where He Zhan was.

I still broke those glasses.

"You see, they won't forgive you. Whether you live or die, they will not forgive you. ”

He Zhan looked at the doctor's body in confusion, and once again stretched out his hand to the machete on the ground with a vacant gaze.

"yes, that's it."

Xue Qing's soft voice kept ringing in his ears, constantly reminding him of what had just happened: "None of them want to forgive you. If you stop now, they'll just say you're a coward, a waste that doesn't even have the guts to kill. But if you don't stop, they will fear you, honor you, and praise you...... You are a hero who is avenging his family, what can't you do for the sake of your family? You're not wrong at all. ”

"Really?"

The tears in He Zhan's eyes finally fell, and his hand clenched the hilt of the knife again: "Will they really fear me and respect me?" ”

"Yes, they'll sympathize with what you're going through. Rest assured, no one will ever think you're wrong, you're fighting for your loved ones! ”

"But ......"

The little reason he had left in his heart was still trying to resist Xue Qing's words. Although he held the knife, his hand trembled a little: "Why should I ...... Does it make sense for me to do that? ”

"Because they are all people who have hurt you, and everyone who has hurt you deserves to die. And they're also the ones who hurt both of them, so they'll be happy to see the scene now. ”

Xue Qing leaned into his ear, and his voice had a slightly commanding tone: "You know who they I am referring to, right?" They're waiting for you over there? When you go to them, do you say to them, 'I have avenged you, and now I can come to you with dignity,' or do you say, 'I'm sorry for you, I didn't even take revenge halfway?'" ”

"I want revenge."

He Zhan stared at a pair of eyes, staring straight ahead, his expression was blank, but his eyes were filled with a killing intent that was even stronger than before: "I want revenge, and then stand straight to see them, so that they can be proud of me." ”

He repeated this sentence with Xue Qing's mouth, and stood up from the ground slowly holding on to the wall.

Xue Qing put his hands on his shoulders, and kept repeating ordinary or obscure words such as "revenge", "persistence", "justice" and "redemption" in his ear until he re-grasped the knife in his hand and his hands no longer trembled.

"That's right."

Xue Qing laughed, pressed his shoulder and turned his face from left to right: "That's right, this is what you should do." You don't have to be shaken by a few words of gibberish for something inconsequential, you always have to remember the responsibility you have to bear. What you're doing now is kill all the people here, so they'll be happy to see you again, and your daughter will be proud to have a dad like you. ”

"Will she be proud?"

He repeated the sentence in a low voice, and looked back again: "But just now that person said ......"

"Just now? Who was it just now? ”

Xue Qing asked in surprise: "Who is anyone, are you wrong?" ”

As these words fell into his ears, He Zhan only felt that his brain was becoming more and more confused.

"Just ...... Anyone? ”

He asked, confused, looking in the direction of the operating room.

There was obviously nothing at the door of the operating room, how could someone stand there blocking my blade.

So, was that really a hallucination?

Men dressed in ancient costumes don't exist at all.

He looked at the red light at the door of the operating room suspiciously, and the appearance of the ghost king he had just seen in his mind gradually blurred.

"Just now, nothing."

He Zhan stared at the deep eyes of the female ghost beside him, and said softly, "There is no one." ”

When he said this, his tone was extremely firm, although he was speaking to Xue Qing, it sounded more like convincing himself.

That's right, nothing, no one can stop my knife, and no one can resist my strength.

He gripped the knife tightly in his hand and turned to walk in the direction he had come.

"Why don't you go to the operating room?"

Xue Qing followed behind him and asked curiously and eagerly, "There are also people in there, why don't you go to the operating room first." ”

"I'm not going to go yet."

He Zhan sighed, turned around and took a step towards the stairs in the basement: "Let them live a little longer." ”

It's not that he doesn't want to go to the operating room, but for some reason, he always feels that something bad will happen when he gets closer to the operating room.

It's dangerous.

will die.

His intuition reminded him that he felt a little weak for no reason when he saw the red light at the door of the operating room.

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The Ghost King watched He Zhan disappear out of thin air in front of his eyes, and he didn't even have time to reach out and grab him. Although he knew in his heart that this person could not be persuaded so easily, the person who got it ran away with his strap, and he was still a little aggrieved in his heart.

Damn it! For so many years, who saw Lao Tzu disrespectfully and called "Lord Ghost King", although my job is not to do this, but you don't give me face!

"Xue Qing ......"

He sat on the floor, muttering the words softly, one hand clenched into a fist, and slammed it the chair beside him.

The chair made a loud noise, but it was no longer able to attract the attention of others.

The red thread on the wrist is still brightly colored and dazzling, connecting another life in the operating room.

He looked down at the red thread and felt something in his body flowing quickly along the thread in another person's body, and he couldn't do anything about it.

This is also one of the reasons why he didn't make a direct move after encountering He Zhan.

Not to mention that guy now has God's blessing to let him kill casually. Even if there is no God's blessing, it is not good for an old guy like me whose own abilities are dying rapidly to go into battle in person.

What if you are finished before you finish the fight?

Leave this kind of thing to those two humans, they can do it better.

As for me...... Just wait for "that time" to come.

He sat on the ground, still staring at his wrist.

The red thread looked the same as before, but he could feel that it was getting shorter and shorter.

It's also a pretty magical story, although visually it's no different from the one you see in the morning.

But the Ghost King himself knew in his heart that this thread had drawn more and more things from him. He was sure that if he still wore the red saddle, there would only be less and less room to move.

In the morning, he dared to go out with Ye Baiyu and his apprentices, but now I am afraid that I will not even be able to reach the gate of the hospital, and I will be dragged back by this red thread that connects the two souls. It is estimated that after a while, I won't even be able to stay in the corridor, and I will be dragged directly to the operating room by this thing, so that I can see how my future mother gave birth to me. ”

"Alas!"

He sighed and looked at the door of the operating room anxiously: "Do you want to work so hard to give birth to a child, you don't even want your own life, you have to give birth to a child?" ”

And you don't want your own life, forget it, and now you have to drag me to be your back, can you take pity on me!

He felt the strength draining from his wrist faster and faster, and his mood became more and more impatient.

"Ye Baiyu, the murderer is already dangling in front of my eyes, you should come out to stop him and try!"

As he was thinking, he heard the sound of a fight coming from the basement downstairs.

He subconsciously wanted to go down and take a look, but when he walked only a few meters away, he was forced back by the red thread on his wrist.

Shrinking so fast? Is it about to give birth?

Mom, I'll call you~ Mom, can you hold on a little longer? Let me finish this fight first.

The Ghost King glanced at the door of the operating room sadly, and simply sat down against the door.

Forget it, no matter what, whoever loves it and whatever.

He thought about it as if he had given up on himself, but he still couldn't help but pay attention to the movement.

It sounded like Ye Baiyu's voice downstairs, but I didn't know who was doing it with him. It could be a person, or it could be something else, but in short, the fight was quite intense.

This kind of mood of wanting to go but not being able to go, it's really ~ damn ~ sad!

The Ghost King stretched out his fingers, hooked the red thread on his wrist, and sighed.

"What's wrong with you?"

A man's voice came from beside him.

The Ghost King was shocked in his heart, and looked up in the direction where the voice came from.

The realization that the person who spoke should have been standing less than a meter next to him sent him into a strange uneasiness.

Who is it that can approach me silently and without me noticing?

Or do I have ......

He clenched his fists and held the red thread in the palm of his hand.

Is it time?

There was no one in front of him, but the person who had spoken before spoke again.

"You don't have to worry, I'm here to help you, you don't have to think about why you can't see me, why I can get close to you......"

The man chuckled, and the Ghost King felt a hand with human body temperature cover his hand holding the red line: "Because, I am you." (To be continued.) )