When Bai Xiaojian was in the world of cultivating immortals before, his cultivation was profound, and his combat power was monstrous, and when he encountered such a small scene, his eyelids would not blink, but now he has no cultivation at all, and he is completely a weak chicken with waste materials, and of course he is a little uncomfortable at this moment.

Especially when the electric lights were constantly flickering in the dimly lit corridors of the treatment building, a gust of infiltrating yin wind was blowing from some dark corners, which was simply explosive.

Finally, the first patient who was still sane and sane trembled, and couldn't help but say, "Oh no, those dead ghosts are here again!

In an instant, the team of sick people smeared oil on the soles of their feet and ran back to the ward.

Bai Xiaojian originally saw this team of ill-intentioned patients coming towards him, and he knew that there must be no good thing, but after a while, this team of patients ran away without a trace, so he couldn't help but curse: "Hmph, a group of neurotics!"

As soon as the words fell, Bai Xiaojian suddenly felt a gust of cold wind coming from his left cheek.

"Little ...... Brother, you ...... Say...... Who...... ......"

Bai Xiaojian's back suddenly felt numb and cold, and at the same time, his heart jumped, because his eyes glanced at his side, and there was an inexplicable old woman with a black shadow and a dead silence!

If it is placed in the world of cultivating immortals, worship Xiaojian at that time to cultivate the world, the body is full of qi and blood, no demons and monsters dare to get close easily, and with a finger at will, you can kill countless ghosts.

However, now his body in the low-end technological civilization world is simply a waste of weak chickens, lacking in qi and blood, and ghosts can casually approach his side to cause trouble.

Bai Xiaojian is not one of those stupid people, knowing that this time and that time, now is not the time to say big things, so he endured the numbness of his scalp and said in a trembling voice: "No...... Don't ...... Don't get me wrong......"

At this moment, Bai Xiaojian's cold qi entered his body, and his whole body trembled almost instinctively, in fact, he was not afraid to this extent in his heart, it was really his current body like a weak chicken that was too weak, so once the yin and evil qi was close, he would tremble like a swing of cold.

"Oh...... Oh......" The old woman's voice was not tinged with the slightest hint of anger.

Bai Xiaojian's eyes were dazzled, and he found that the old woman beside him disappeared in an instant.

However, the ghost mother-in-law had just gone, and a dead ghost with a watermelon knife on her head appeared from a dark corner again, and with a breath, she flashed in front of Bai Xiaojian.

"Little brother, did you see my watermelon knife? It's the watermelon knife that can cut the entire watermelon with one knife......"

Bai Xiaojian couldn't help but roll his eyes, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart: "Your sister! The knife you said is stuck in your head!"

But of course, Bai Xiaojian is just so slanderous in his heart, and he won't be nervous to find stimulation and say all these words.

However, although Bai Xiaojian didn't say it, the dead ghost with a watermelon knife on his head answered, "What...... You said the watermelon knife was on my head! How could it be...... If it's on my head, then I'm not dead?"

Bai Xiaojian's heart jumped: "How can I know this dead ghost in my heart? Could this be the so-called ghost - his heart aches?"

Bai Xiaojian used to be regarded as a great monk in the tribulation period, and he only needed to pass through all the heavenly tribulations and open the immortal gate in one step to become a true immortal without leakage, so he thought about these truths in an instant.

Just as Bai Xiaojian was thinking in his heart, the dead ghost with the watermelon knife on his head stretched out his miserable white hand, pulled out the watermelon knife on his head, and then let out a terrible scream: "Ah! I'm going to die!"

In the next second, the dead ghost with a watermelon knife in his hand threw himself to the ground, and the whole figure disappeared after landing on the ground.

Bai Xiaojian knew that in the empty corridor of this treatment building, the wind was gusting, and the ghost was flickering, and he knew that it was not appropriate to stay for a long time.

So he ran to the third floor.

Previously, the medical staff of Guanghua Psychiatric Hospital said that his bunk was on the third floor of No. 2 bed, and it seemed that it would be the habitat of Bai Xiaojian for a long time in the future.

Knock knock!

Bai Xiaojian ran to the second floor in one breath, and saw that the entrance to the third floor was not far from him.

He suddenly slipped on his feet, and realized that he had stepped on something round under his feet.

But at this moment, the light is blind, and the light in the entire stairwell is deep and penetrating, and it is no wonder that Bai Xiaojian didn't see it clearly, after all, now his body can only be described as a weak chicken with waste wood.

At this time, Bai Xiaojian, who had finally stood firmly, found that at the turn of the stairs, there was a vague black figure standing there motionless.

"Who!" Bai Xiaojian shouted.

The black figure spoke, and it was an old man's voice: "Young man, do you see my head?" If you do, please send my head over......

At this moment, he was in the mood to worship Xiaojian and scold his mother, because he found that what he stepped on just now was not a human head at all, but just a leather ball!

So he cursed loudly: "Hmph! Don't fucking pretend to be a ghost! Ye is not a big ...... of 'Xia'."

The black figure at the corner of the stairs slapped his face and laughed at this time: "Yes, you have passed the old man's test, and then you come to room No. 4 on the fourth floor, and the old man will wait for you there......"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man walked upstairs and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

A glimmer of light flashed in Bai Xiaojian's eyes: "It seems that this Guanghua Psychiatric Hospital doesn't seem to be simple." ”

After that, the road was calm, and Bai Xiaojian came to the door of the No. 2 ward on the third floor very smoothly, but the door of this ward was closed, and there was no movement no matter how Bai Xiaojian knocked on the door.

"Everyone in the room is dead?" Bai Xiaojian couldn't help but scold.

As soon as the words fell, a voice came from the room: "I'm sorry, I thought it was a ghost knocking on the door just now, so I didn't dare to open the door." ”

Crunch!

The door opened, and a young man with puffy eyes and a pale face was vigilantly observing Bai Xiaojian.

When Bai Xiaojian walked into the ward, he found that there was an unpleasant smell in the ward.

There were four beds in this room, but except for the innermost one, which had been slept on, the other three beds were neatly made and seemed to have not been touched recently.

After Bai Xiaojian talked with this person, he learned that Room 2 was originally full of four people, but the other three were seriously ill and were all transferred to the intensive treatment area, which was actually locked up alone.

After chatting for a while and couldn't dig out any more meaningful information, Bai Xiaojian sat on the bed and said to the roommate, "Don't come to disturb me, I'm going to cultivate!"

Soon, Bai Xiaojian sat cross-legged on the bed.

Although his body is not as good as the body in the world of cultivating immortals, after all, Bai Xiaojian was once a great monk in the Tribulation Period. (To be continued.) )