When all the people who had come to visit Master that night left, I went to the boiling water room and fetched a pot of hot water, intending to wipe Master's hands and feet at night so that the wind would not blow.

It was almost 10 o'clock in the evening, and the health station was quiet, and most of the patients and their families had already begun to prepare for rest. So when I left the ward, I stuffed my bag under Master's bed, and when I returned to the ward with the kettle, I pushed open the door and walked in to see the scene that I was not prepared for at all.

There was no chandelier in the ward, but a small wall lamp above the bed was turned on, and the light was not good. But even so, I could clearly see that above Master's lying body, there was a person whose head and feet were in the same direction as Master's, but about half a foot away from Master, floating with black smoke all over his body, and that person's right hand was raised, holding the vajra peg that I had originally put in my bag!

I recognized at a glance that this floating ghost was not a human, but the ghost of the gatekeeper who had fought me once in the tunnels! It's probably a bit inappropriate to say it's a fight, because it's me being beaten from start to finish. But the ghost's posture at this moment was as if he was going to pierce Master's body again with a vajra sling. Master is still in a coma after surgery, and if he is really stabbed, he probably won't be able to wake up again.

When I saw the sharp end of the vajra, it was less than two inches away from the master's chest, and when I saw this scene, I was so shocked that I didn't even have time to scream, so I immediately let go and threw down the boiling kettle in my hand, and when it hit the ground, the bottle was instantly broken, and under the impact, the bottle was filled with hot water, and suddenly it was like a volcanic eruption, and the wooden stopper that blocked the mouth of the bottle was washed up, and the boiling water immediately splashed all over the outside of my left calf. Although it hurt, I didn't care much, so I immediately rushed forward, and without thinking about it, I hit the purple and thunder in both hands towards the ghost's body.

Since it's in a strange position, if I pounce on it, I'm bound to step on Master. So I had to stand on the edge of the bed and make these movements, and with every blow, I couldn't use all my strength. And if in the past, when I hit the ghost, the touch was mostly the kind of tingling with a slight current, and it was like hitting on an extremely heavy quilt, but this one was different, I was like hitting a cold and flat stone, and the surface was smooth, but it shook my palm with a faint pain, and the most terrible thing was that after I hit it, it didn't seem to feel much pain, and it didn't dodge at all, but turned its head to look at me, with a smiling expression, and opened its big red mouth, As he kept changing his face, he shouted at me, a cry that had no literal meaning at all, like a hoarse and faint cry from a person whose tongue had been uprooted.

And when it turned its head to face me, I immediately used the thunder in my right hand to slap it straight towards its face, this time I saw it, and when I touched its face, I also rolled a few fingers back vigorously, as if grasping something, although the hard feeling filled my whole finger with pain, as if I had been beaten with a hard object in the bitter winter, and I had frostbite on my hand. But this trick was more effective, and it suddenly stood up parallel to my master's body, and began to hold the vajra high, moving in my direction.

The scratch I had just now didn't really have any effect, it was just to provoke it. And this move put me in danger. I watched it rush towards me, instinctively lowered my body to dodge, and following the bent motion, I rolled under Master's hospital bed, and then picked up my bag at once. Although there are a lot of tools in the bag, there are few that can form attacks simply and roughly, most of them need to chant spells or step on the gang, and the current situation obviously does not give me time to do this. So I pulled out the rusty iron scissors and was about to roll over and roll out of the bed in the opposite direction, but after the first roll, my head hit a hard object!

I've been in the hospital room for the past few days, and I'm familiar with everything in this place, even if it's simple. And where I turned out, there was only one shelf for hanging salt water bottles, and I deliberately avoided the shelf and rolled out, so I thought something was wrong, and sure enough, when I looked up, the ever-changing grimace, upside down with me, appeared in front of me, and when I saw it, it raised the vajra in its hand at the same time and stabbed at me.

I was lying sideways under the bed, which was not spacious, and it was not easy to exert force when lying on my side, so I couldn't dodge its stab, but I stupidly used my left hand to block, and with a snort, it was the sound of the fabric on my clothes being cut, and my left hand also felt a tearing pain from the skin between my elbow and wrist. I knew that I must have had a huge cut in my hand just now, and in an instant I felt that wet feeling in my arm, which was the blood that was pouring out of me.

And at that time, I don't know where a voice came, just two words, simply forceful: "Pierce it!" "I didn't have time to tell who was talking, so I took advantage of the ghost's retraction of its hand to stab me a second time, and the moment I watched its hand wave at me, I stabbed the scissors in my hand into the ghost's arm in a position similar to a stab. With a scream, Master's hospital bed was knocked out a few inches because of the ghost's struggle, and in a trance I saw that the black ghost was drifting towards the corner of the ward, and I don't know where the courage came from, I immediately turned over and got out from under the bed, towards the location of the ghost in the corner, and when it was about three or four steps away from it, I jumped forward, using the strength of my jumping plus the strength of my arm plus the weight of my body, superimposed, Aimed the scissors in my hand at the ghost again.

This time, I didn't deliberately aim for a certain position, but just pierced it. So when the scissors pierced it, it was like a watermelon with very thick skin, and it pierced the ghost's shoulder. It screamed, its voice terrible, but it seemed to be ringing in my head, and it didn't run away.

After this scissor was brought out of the well, because it had killed people, the murderous aura itself was very heavy, so I tied the handle of the scissors with a red rope, and after purification, the murderous aura weakened a lot, and it would not cause any adverse effects on the living, but this murderous aura was different for ghosts, which is why I was able to succeed in two consecutive hits.

But after the second stab, the scissors seemed to be stuck, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pull them out. The ghost looked so painful that he even threw away the vajra that he had been holding in his hand. Zi Wei and Lei Jue didn't seem to be of much use to it, and the scissors were still stuck, just when I was a little anxious when I had nothing to do, the strange voice sounded again from nowhere: "Kill it with a vajra sling!" ”

As I said before, if someone gives you a hint when you're looking for a way like a fly without a head, it immediately becomes your only option, and you don't even have time to think about whether it's feasible or not. So my right hand didn't let go of the scissors, and my left hand immediately reached out and picked up the vajra on the ground, and began to stab at the ghost's body in a frenzy.

Unlike the feeling of scissors piercing it, when King Kong stabbed a ghost, it was very easy, as if it had pierced several layers of leaves, and it was very enjoyable. But after many stabs in a row, the ghost kept struggling and screaming, and the voice grew louder and louder, and it felt more energetic. At this moment, the voice came out again, and this time there were only two simple words: "Thorn head!" ”

So I firmly grasped the handle of Vajra with my left hand, adjusted the angle of the sharp cross blade, and stabbed it hard at the ghost's jaw from the bottom up. This time, it was so hard and accurate that I could even see from the ghost's big mouth that it pierced the jaw, then through the mouth, and then into the head. At this moment, the ghost was already emitting black smoke, but now it became even more violent, and then there was a bang, like a balloon filled with flour exploding in front of me, and the smell of choking smell in my nose, the ghost dispersed into a pile of smoke that quickly dispersed, and gradually disappeared before my eyes.

I covered my nose and mouth with my arms so as not to inhale too much of the dust, and when the smoke had cleared completely, the scissors and the vajra fell to the ground with a clatter, and in addition to these two things, there was an extra wooden, root-like thing, crooked and covered with scabs. The skin is very smooth, and it looks like an old object, but on the broken surface of the root, a red liquid oozes out, very much like blood, and where it is broken, there is a small young shoot.

I haven't fully digested the thrilling scene of Shicai. I knew in my heart that I had won the battle, but I couldn't be happy at all, firstly because I didn't come back to my senses, secondly because of the wound on my arm and the calf that had just been burned, and thirdly, I had no idea why the ghost who was watching the gate in the depths of the tunnel would appear in the medical station so far away.

And at this time, a voice came from behind:

"Sure enough, it still came here."

I immediately turned my head to see a tall man standing at the door of the ward, bald and bearded. It was Qin Bukong who was standing there, but his beard was lifted open, revealing a small mouth that was grinning.

The voice that spoke to me just now came from this little mouth!