Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 29 Donning the Yellow Robe, I Became the Dean?

In the silent hospital, Dr. Zhang, who had completely turned into a ghost, frantically fled. His body seemed to melt, turning into a pool of viscous, almost solid ghost blood, like jelly.

This jelly-like mass of Dr. Zhang kept jumping and weaving through the pools of ghostly blood on the ground and walls, moving with incredible agility and speed, attempting to escape this dangerous hospital.

However, right behind him, ghostly eyes suddenly opened along the way, quickly locking onto Dr. Zhang's direction and staring intently at his fleeing figure.

Dr. Zhang's perilous journey led him to a path of ghostly eyes, densely packed with an eerie sight.

In the hospital, the aura of the Spying Ghost completely suppressed the ghost blood that filled the buildings.

"How could this happen?! How could this happen?!"

The same question kept echoing in Dr. Zhang's mind with an exclamation mark. He simply couldn't imagine that he would be at a disadvantage after suturing the ghost blood.

Blood is the foundation of a person, and it can also be the foundation of a "ghost." Using blood as a bond, more "ghosts" can be connected and stitched together.

Dr. Zhang has been researching this technology for several years and has created twelve unique connectors using "ghosts" as the raw material.

Once he completes his demon blood transformation, not only this hospital, but even those players in Wangcheng who were once far stronger than him will have to kneel down and worship him.

After all, over the past twenty years, those players had been trying to minimize the frequency of using the power of ghosts in order to avoid their physical condition deteriorating. Only he devoted himself to research and found the right path.

but!

Why is it like this?

Even if the Ghost of the Crossroads hid my Ghost Blood connector, even if I wasted too much time and Ghost Blood on other things...

With the abilities of the Ghost Tailor, how could he possibly lose to a mere Spying Ghost?

Such a ghostly creature with extremely primitive methods of killing, such a ghostly creature lacking efficiency and strong rules for causing death...

He actually failed?
Dr. Zhang felt a mix of sorrow, anger, and fear of falling behind.

It's like playing a strong character in the current version, only to get completely crushed by a weak character, and now there's no hope of turning the game around.

No, that's not right, I still have a chance.

It was just a spying ghost, after all. It wasn't fully light yet. If we could escape the hospital and get onto the street, we might be able to escape using the treacherous streets.

As long as we can escape this ordeal today, we'll be able to make a comeback sooner or later. We still have a lot of connections in this city that we can use.

Dr. Zhang still harbored a glimmer of hope, and guided by that glimmer of hope, he accelerated continuously. He had already crossed the small park inside the hospital, and after climbing over the wall fifty meters away, he would be able to leave the hospital.

That old street outside is extremely dangerous at night; it'll definitely scare away that naive young man...

Suddenly, Dr. Zhang felt something trip him up.

He shouldn't have been affected by such a childish attack since he was transformed into a demon blood, but for some reason, his body suddenly fell to the ground and into the mud.

The moment it fell, countless eyes opened in horror from the soil, some large, some small, not arranged neatly, but radiating an overwhelming resentment and malice.

Meanwhile, two hands reached out from beside the two ghost eyes at the far end, pulling Yan Ming and the ghost eye corpse out of the crevice by holding hands.

"Finally, have you stopped?"

Yan Ming looked at Dr. Zhang not far away, and a small weight was finally lifted from his heart, bringing him complete peace of mind.

Surrounded by so many ghostly eyes in the center, Dr. Zhang has completely lost any chance of escape.

Of course, Dr. Zhang had no chance long ago, when he was in the double-mirror room and being locked on by countless ghost eyes.

Double mirror.

This was the most crucial trap that Yan Ming had prepared.

Dr. Zhang was right earlier; choosing the Spying Ghost to "encounter the realm" is meaningless.

The blood-transformed Dr. Zhang wouldn't be afraid of being locked onto by a ghost eye at all; he could definitely kill the spy ghost's true form—Yan Ming—before being strangled by the ghost hand.

Therefore, Yan Ming's choice is to wait for the person in the mirror.

Previously, he only used one ghost eye, and when he opened it in front of 64 surveillance cameras, it was equivalent to dividing the ghost eye into 64 parts.

This was due to the transformation into "64". At that time, he vaguely realized that this quantitative replication and extension would not weaken the power of the Demon Eye.

So when the ghost eye appears between two mirrors, the double mirror image will copy it countless times.

Truly countless copies.

The "ten thousand" in "peeping at all evil spirits" probably comes from this; by using this method, one can almost infinitely increase the number of ghost eyes.

As it stands now, Dr. Zhang has violated the taboos of the Spying Ghosts countless times, and is therefore being targeted by countless ghost eyes.

A voyeur is relatively easy to deal with; it only has the ability to pinch people, and it can be stopped by "eye contact."

And what about spying in this situation...?

Yan Ming didn't have anything more to say to Dr. Zhang, nor did he want to ask Dr. Zhang how much wealth he had accumulated or how many words of pleading he had to say.

Just die in the simplest and quickest way.

The voyeur's malice towards Dr. Zhang was also boundless, to the point that he could no longer control it and had to kill the taboo offender immediately.

Therefore, this trick cannot be used on teammates. It is great to use the mirror to get countless ghost eyes for free, but it will inevitably cost a teammate's life each time.

Even the elderly can't handle this kind of play.

Then, the ghostly eyes around Dr. Zhang stretched out countless ghostly hands, of various sizes and shapes, which grabbed Dr. Zhang's body and began to slowly apply force.

"Stop, stop... Save me... I'm willing to give you everything..."

Dr. Zhang stared directly at the ghost hand's most forceful eye, forcing it to stop, but unfortunately, it only had two eyes, and even if they acted separately, it would be a drop in the ocean.

Countless ghostly hands engulfed him, slowly sinking him into the cracks of the Spying Ghost.

The rift seemed to connect to another dimension. After Dr. Zhang was swallowed up, he became completely silent and motionless.

After Dr. Zhang died, the countless ghost eyes that had been targeting him began to slowly dissipate. Without a target, they would naturally return to the spying ghost, just like Li Jiahao, who had died earlier.

The existence of the Demon Eye is linked to the target of the taboo, usually one-to-one, but in rare cases it can be countless to one.

"It's finally over." Yan Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

There was no deep-seated hatred between the two; it was simply that his sudden appearance at the hospital caught Dr. Zhang's attention.

Then Dr. Zhang used the memory regression from the phobia text messages to explore his background, intending to get rid of him casually, because Wangcheng was the stronghold of cowards, and there was no need for external variables here.

Like dealing with a tiny ant.

After one night, the ants finally emerged victorious.

5: 45.

Dawn has arrived, and the sunlight emerges from the horizon, gently illuminating everything.

The ghostly eyes that bound Dr. Zhang vanished into nothingness in the sunlight, and the ghostly hands ended their mission along with their departure, revealing the last ghostly hand that had just been pressed at the bottom.

“This is…” Yan Ming looked at the hand and subconsciously felt that it was something left behind by the Spying Ghost, but upon closer inspection, he felt that something was wrong.

This hand definitely doesn't belong to the Spying Ghost, because Dr. Zhang is already dead.

That's Dr. Zhang's?
Is that the hand of that ghost tailor?
Yan Ming was secretly astonished. He hadn't expected that even though Dr. Zhang had been dragged into the rift of the Ghostly Grimace and killed by countless ghostly hands, the hand he obtained by "pretending" to be a ghost tailor had actually survived. In an instant, he became even more wary of this legendary wish-granting ghost, the "Ghost Tailor."

What a terrifying and bizarre ability this is!

How could they forcibly intervene in Wangcheng and forcibly remain there?

He looked at the hand, unsure of what to do.

Go up and touch it?

He definitely wouldn't dare. He was willing to contact the Nurse Ghost and Shadow Scythe because he knew the Spying Ghost had a higher priority than them, but as for the Ghost Tailor...

I'm really not sure.

However, leaving it here wasn't a solution, so he planned to use the containers and liquids that Dr. Zhang had stored for the Ghost Warrior to treat the Ghost Tailor's hands.

Yan Ming turned and walked towards the east building; he still needed to go into the underground experimental area.

Let's see if Grandma has come back to life, and then see what we can gain from this night.

The biggest obstacle has been completely resolved by Dr. Zhang, so shouldn't the assets that originally belonged to Dr. Zhang be returned to him?

The Ghost Realm's search and attack strategy was flawed; a true search was less effective than a direct confrontation. This doctor had been "searching" for over twenty years, only to have it all fall into the hands of someone who had just entered the Ghost Realm.

Returning along the same route, the ghost blood that Dr. Zhang had laid out had completely dissipated in the sunlight.

Yan Ming felt much more relaxed. As soon as he returned to the first floor of the East Building, he saw an elderly man with broken and battered body searching for his missing limbs.

Good morning, Grandma.

He said hello.

"Dr. Zhang is dead?" The old woman heard Yan Ming's voice and stared wide-eyed at Yan Ming's location.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the only eye they found was installed too loosely; it slipped out of its socket and bounced on the ground with a thud.

The old woman was blind and panicked immediately. She squatted down and groped around.

"Here you go." Yan Ming picked up her eyeballs and handed them to the old woman.

"Thank you."

The old woman thanked him, then put her reading glasses back in their sockets. She rolled her eyes around, felt something in them, and reached out to pry it out, wiping it on the eyeglass cloth she carried with her.

“Dr. Zhang is dead, completely dead, with no possibility of resurrection,” Yan Ming answered the old woman’s previous question, then pointed to the remaining pieces of meat near the front desk and said, “You still have some body parts there. I’m going to go to the basement to check on the situation.”

"Okay, I need to get myself back in shape quickly, otherwise I won't be able to pretend to be a ghost by 7 o'clock. If I haven't recovered by then, something bad might happen," the old woman said.

"Hmm." Yan Ming nodded and noted the information down.

Can't you pretend to be a ghost after 7 a.m.?

No wonder many experiments in the hospital are conducted at night. He thought it was to cover up their activities, but it turns out it's just because those ghosts are still human during the day.

Yan Ming entered the emergency exit and walked down the stairs.

This time, the iron gate to the experimental area was closed, but the smart access control system was working properly, so he used Dr. Zhang's ID card, which he had found earlier, to swipe open the gate.

Without Dr. Zhang, the smell of blood was much fainter. Yan Ming walked in with practiced ease, opening his ghost eyes to guard his surroundings.

There were no other ghostly presences on the basement level anymore. Yan Ming walked to the fork in the road and silently took out the Huarong Road puzzle from his pocket.

He didn't know what was going on here, but the 27 forks in the road in front of him made it hard for him to stay calm.

Dude, he's having a manic episode, conjuring up over twenty branching paths. No wonder Dr. Zhang didn't choose to search for his own Ghost Warrior after dealing with the Slender Man and the Fierce Ghost.

27 branching roads, who can possibly manage that?

He retrieved the Crossroads Oni and continued walking, confirming that the 11 Oni weapons contained in the evacuation point were still safe and sound, and that the original intensive care unit was now completely silent.

Perhaps because it was dawn, these ghosts, which evolved from patients, all fell into a state of hibernation.

As for the doctors that the Slender Man killed in the first half of the night, Yan Ming couldn't do anything about it and could only wait until someone from the hospital came to work to clean them up.

As for the ghosts that ran away during the midnight parade of a hundred ghosts yesterday, those things are easy to deal with.

Since the old lady said that it's no longer possible to pretend to be a ghost after 7 o'clock, then any ghosts that run away will turn back into mental patients after 7 o'clock.

It would be much easier to look for it then.

No wonder Dr. Zhang didn't bother with the fleeing ghosts last night; he probably wanted to wait until daytime for an easier search.

After all, no one wants to face all sorts of ghosts with different abilities at night.

Walking along the corridor, Yan Ming entered the collection room through the gap cut by the Shadow Scythe. He searched around for a while and found an empty container and some different powders used to prepare the mysterious liquid.

He is currently unsure of the exact proportions, and those who are aware of them have likely been killed by Slender Man, so he has no choice but to temporarily suspend the containment of the Ghost Tailor.

Back in the lobby on the first floor, the old woman had regained all her body parts, but Yan Ming could clearly see that...

It seems the old lady also got some cosmetic surgery done.

She looks younger, her skin is firmer, and she even got double eyelid surgery done.

Oh, that's alright.

“It’s not even six o’clock yet. The person in the mirror should be getting ready to have breakfast. Let’s stop them and ask what’s going on.”

Yan Ming thought of the person in the mirror's schedule and prepared to find them.

For some reason, he felt that the person in the mirror wasn't his enemy, and that he could use him for now.

It's impossible to say that someone who strictly adheres to the work schedule and never works overtime is particularly loyal to the hospital or Dr. Zhang.

With the help of the old woman's searching ability, Yan Ming quickly and accurately found the person in the mirror, as well as the remaining beggar ghosts beside the person in the mirror.

He was idly teasing the beggar ghost with a Captain America model.

"I surrender."

Upon realizing he had been arrested by the two men, the man in the mirror raised his hands in surrender without hesitation, and the beggar ghosts beside him followed suit, raising their hands as well.

However, they were not behaving themselves, because Yan Ming noticed that the beggar ghosts were secretly moving towards the wall, probably trying to escape through the wall when he wasn't paying attention.

“Dr. Zhang is dead. I have no grudge against you. Just behave yourself,” Yan Ming said bluntly. He thought for a moment, then added, “You don’t need to be fifteen or seventeen anymore.”

I was fifteen or seventeen, went to bed at ten o'clock, and woke up at five o'clock, one day a week.

This is the life of an animal in the mirror.

The person in the mirror nodded repeatedly, and a flush appeared on their pale face: "I absolutely support all of Dean Yan's instructions."

"Dean?" Yan Ming was taken aback.

"Of course, you killed Dr. Zhang, and now the entire hospital is dead. You might be the last survivor in the hospital."

The person in the mirror spoke eloquently.

　New author, new book, seeking everything!
　　This book is really worth reading; its readership is already extremely niche QAQ. I'll write it well.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)