The organization I founded has been exposed by the reborn!

The former site of the Fourth Mental Hospital, outside the Third Ring Road of Yanjing.

The engine stopped, and a black minivan quietly pulled up at the corner of an abandoned courtyard wall overgrown with weeds.

The car door opened, and Qin Xinran led the group out of the car.

At this moment, thanks to the illusionary properties of the [Clown Mask], the appearances of the four have been completely reshaped.

Their originally outstanding appearance was completely concealed, turning into an ordinary face that would be hard to find in a crowd.

After confirming that there were no pedestrians around, Qin Xinran made a hand gesture. The four of them stepped through the rotting leaves and went straight into the hospital grounds.

The mental hospital, abandoned for many years, exudes a deep, deathly stillness.

The rusty iron gate was crooked and half-open, and the lock had long since weathered away and fallen off.

The exterior walls of the main building are covered with dead black vines, and large patches of peeling, mottled wall plaster resemble festering sores on the building.

The broken glass windows, like black holes opening in an abyss, silently stared at the intruders.

The air around was thick, damp, and cold. Amidst the earthy smell of decaying vegetation, a pungent, acidic formalin odor wafted out.

"Everyone be on guard."

Qin Xinran walked at the front, her shadow undulating slightly beneath her feet, her shadow perception spreading out in all directions: "Everyone, stay close to me. This time, our target is a C+ level vengeful ghost, so we can't be careless."

Zhou Tian quickly followed, his right hand clenching slightly, a faint, restrained golden light emanating from his palm, shielding his sister behind him: "Don't worry, Sister Qin, my holy light has a natural suppression of evil. If anything pounces on me, I'll be able to react immediately."

Nine-year-old Zhou Zixin tugged at Wen Xiaoxiao's sleeve, tilting her fair face up to look into the dark lobby with her large, clear eyes: "Brother, Sister Qin... there are so many 'voices' in this building. It's chaotic and noisy, like dozens of people are crying, or like they're laughing while pulling flesh with needles and thread..."

Zhou Zixin had just awakened her [telepathy] and was still unable to freely control her surging mental power. The distortion, pollution, and lingering resentment accumulated deep within the building over half a century were uncontrollably flowing back into her brain through her senses, causing the young girl to break out in a fine layer of cold sweat on her forehead.

Wen Xiaoxiao gently squeezed Zhou Zixin's cold little hand, a warm and healing spiritual light shining from her palm, dispelling the chilling death aura that had invaded: "That's the lingering thoughts of the dead. Don't be afraid, Miss is right here, no one can hurt you."

As they spoke, the four of them crossed the desolate concrete plaza and arrived at the steps of the main building of the mental hospital.

The double glass sliding doors had long been smashed to pieces, and faded, blackened warning tape hung on the broken door frame, swaying in the cold wind.

"Go inside."

Qin Xinran's gaze was sharp as she stepped over the shattered glass shards and led the team into the eerie main hall.

As you step into the hall, you hear the crisp sound of crunching paper and shredded paper under your feet.

The scene was one of utter chaos.

The yellowed and brittle medical records were swirling around in the draft, and several wheelchairs with broken wheels lay haphazardly beside the information desk, their armrests covered with scratches of varying shades of dark brown.

Large sections of the plaster ceiling had peeled off, exposing blackened and moldy ventilation pipes. Occasionally, murky water droplets would fall onto the cement floor, creating a clear pattering sound in the deathly silence.

After passing through the messy front hall, the four of them quickly made their way to the elevator lobby deep inside the lobby.

The metal doors of both elevators were already severely rusted and twisted.

Pressing the down button on the panel, the plastic button sank in deeply, and the indicator light remained unresponsive.

From the dark cracks in the door, a pungent, sour stench, a mixture of old mold and rancid engine oil, kept seeping out.

Through the gaps, one could vaguely sense that the bottom of the vertical elevator shaft was empty and cold, the heavy steel cables had long since broken and hung down, and the elevator car had been smashed to pieces at the deepest part decades ago.

"The elevator is broken."

Qin Xinran turned her gaze to one side and locked onto the half-open, heavy iron door: "Let's take the emergency exit."

She stepped forward and pushed open the mottled, blackened fire door.

"Squeak—"

The rusty hinges rubbed together, producing a sharp, dull screech that pierced the teeth, echoing through the cramped hallway.

The emergency exit was dark and oppressive. The faint light coming through the high windows above could barely illuminate the first few steps, after which it was pitch black.

The cement walls on both sides were covered with slippery, bluish-black mold, and even the edges of the steps were covered with a thin layer of old sludge.

The four of them moved quietly as they descended the concrete steps.

The narrow, cramped stairwell felt like a deep well, pressing down the faint sound of footsteps layer upon layer.

It was pitch black all around, and the sticky, damp smell seeping from the cracks in the steps, mixed with the pungent smell of preservatives, kept getting into my nostrils.

Wen Xiaoxiao shrank her neck and couldn't help but take half a step closer to Qin Xinran, lowering her voice to break the oppressive atmosphere: "Sister Qin... how come this place is even more terrifying than a haunted house in a horror movie? The cold wind is blowing against my ankles and into my pants, making my back tingle with cold."

"This place has been abandoned for half a century, and with the long-term erosion of the ghostly magnetic field, living people will instinctively feel repulsed when they step in." Qin Xinran slowed her pace, her gaze sweeping over the bottomless corner of the corridor below, and softly instructed, "Use your mental energy to protect yourself, and don't let the yin energy in the shadows slip through your fingers."

Upon hearing the reminder, Zhou Zixin, who was walking in the middle, subconsciously activated her mental energy to defend herself.

However, she had only recently awakened and was not yet adept at controlling this immense power; her senses, instead, uncontrollably extended outwards from the ground.

The next moment, the little girl gripped Zhou Tian's clothes tightly with both hands, her face pale, her voice trembling slightly: "Brother... I... I feel like there are so many eyes watching us from under our feet. It's like they're all soaking in pungent, cold water, constantly crying out that they're cold and in pain..."

The lingering resentment from the formaldehyde pool deep underground was flowing into her senses through invisible spiritual tendrils.

Zhou Tian's heart tightened slightly. He immediately took a half step back to protect his sister, gently patted her head, and whispered reassuringly, "Zixin, don't be afraid. Withdraw your spiritual energy back into your body and don't try to catch those noises. Don't worry... I'm here."

With her brother's reassurance, Zhou Zixin took a deep breath, nodded vigorously, and forcibly suppressed her chaotic mental fluctuations.

The four continued their descent without stopping, and had just reached the corner platform halfway down.

"Awooo—!!"

A piercing, distorted, inhuman roar suddenly erupted from the depths of the earth without warning!

The sound waves struck the cement walls of the enclosed corridor, causing the dust and plaster on the ceiling above to flake off.

The four people froze simultaneously, their nerves suddenly on edge.

"It's the cry of a vengeful ghost, coming from underground." Qin Xinran's eyes sharpened, instantly locking onto the source of the sound.

Without further delay, the four quickened their pace and hurried down the broken steps.

After passing through the last section of peeling and mottled cement steps, and stepping onto the sticky and soft flat ground, the corridor of the basement level suddenly appeared before my eyes.

This is a long-abandoned underground medical equipment storage area.

The long corridor was deep and dark, its end completely swallowed up by thick darkness.

Because it has been buried deep underground for many years and is closed off from light, the surrounding air is damp, stuffy and cold. The white ceramic tiles that were originally laid on both sides have long since cracked and fallen off in large areas. Thick black water seeps out from the cracks in the blackened cement walls, spreading along the baseboards and accumulating into dark puddles on the low-lying floor tiles.

The pungent smell of formaldehyde preservative in the air assaulted my nostrils, and deep inside, there was a faint, sour odor of rotting flesh and blood.

The corridor was littered with discarded surgical trolleys, crooked and broken IV stands, and moldy and rotten wooden instrument boxes.

Several yellowed dustproof plastic sheets drooped on the clutter, their edges stained with dirt, and the whole area exuded a heavy sense of oppression and death.

Qin Xinran walked quietly at the front, Zhou Tian protected Zhou Zixin on his side, and Wen Xiaoxiao watched the dark warehouse entrances on both sides warily.

The soles of the shoes slid through the shallow puddles, making a barely perceptible sound.

Just as the group reached the corner in the middle of the corridor.

"Squeak—"

The innermost heavy iron door was pushed open from the inside.

Heavy footsteps sounded.

Several tall figures swayed as they stepped out of the darkness.

With the help of the faint holy light emanating from Zhou Tian's fingertips, everyone was able to see the appearance of these figures.

They were wearing torn and blackened doctor's white coats, the fabric of which was already soaked with filth and moldy medicine, with large patches of dried scabs.

The limbs exposed outside the clothing were distorted and deformed, clearly pieced together from the remains of several dead bodies of varying thicknesses and skin colors.

What's most unsettling is the seam between the skin and flesh.

The edges of severed limbs were violently pieced together, with rough threads deeply embedded in the festering flesh, forcibly twisting and connecting the originally unrelated blood and flesh. As they swayed forward, the sutures were pulled taut in the flesh, creating a sticky, harsh, wet, and soft friction sound.

"It's a ghost slave! Everyone be careful, don't let them get close!"

Qin Xinran gave a low warning, and the shadow beneath her feet quickly extended.

At the same time, the ghost slaves ahead seemed to have sensed a glimmer of life. They twisted their dislocated necks, opened their blackened mouths, and pounced.

"Let's do it!"

Qin Xinran gave a low shout, and the shadow beneath her feet suddenly surged.

Several long, narrow, jet-black spears shot out from the shadows, precisely tearing through the air.

"Pfft!"

The two demon slaves running at the front were pierced through the chest on the spot. The violent impact propelled them backward, pinning them to the hard, moldy wall, splattering blood everywhere.

Zhou Tian moved almost at the same instant.

His spiritual power surged, and a golden holy judgment blade gathered in his palm.

The boy moved nimbly and swiftly, gliding across the ground as his light blade swept across, drawing a cold and dazzling golden arc.

The two ghost slaves rushing from behind paused, their waists split open with a smooth line of blood, and their severed upper and lower halves crashed heavily into the puddles, splattering foul-smelling, black pus and blood all over the ground.

However, the situation remains unclear.

The next moment, a chilling change suddenly occurred.

Suddenly, countless fine silver fascia lines emerged from the wound of the body that had been severed in two.

These loose threads, with barbs, darted and weaved wildly, pulling at the broken flesh and bones, forcibly piecing them back together.

"This thing can self-sew and reassemble using the threads inside its body!" Zhou Tian frowned slightly, then quickly retreated, his toes barely touching the ground.

"Severing the torso won't work, try decapitation!"

Qin Xinran reacted quickly.

With a thought, the shadow on the ground transformed into a black, swirling blade that sliced ​​across the neck of one of the ghost slaves.

With the sound of flesh tearing, a cobbled-together, deformed skull rolled into the puddle.

However, the decapitation did not stop the monster.

The headless corpse remained frozen in place, with a large amount of pale, hooked silver threads gushing out from its severed neck. These threads swept haphazardly along the slippery ground, blindly reaching for the fallen head, seemingly about to forcibly pull the head back and stitch it up again!

"He's not completely dead yet!"

Zhou Tian did not hesitate for a moment.

The concrete ground beneath his feet cracked instantly, and the boy's entire right arm erupted with dazzling [brilliant gold] holy light, carrying holy purifying power, and slammed down on the head on the ground that was still grinning and howling!

"Bang!"

A dull thud of flesh exploded.

Under the overwhelming pressure of the raging holy light, the pieced-together head instantly shattered into a pile of charred bone fragments and mud, its brain essence being instantly evaporated by the golden light.

At the very instant the skull shattered, the silver threads that had been dancing wildly at the severed neck suddenly froze.

All the fascial threads that gleamed with a cold light quickly lost their activity, turning into wisps of gray dust that dissipated into the air.

The massive corpse, now devoid of its core, slumped limply and crashed heavily into the filthy blood, remaining motionless forever.

"efficient!"

"These monsters' Achilles' heel is their heads!"

"Once you smash the head, the stitching rules become invalid!"

Zhou Tian pulled away to create distance and quickly pointed out the flaw.

"Then don't give them a chance to reorganize!"

Qin Xinran made a quick decision, and a dark shadow instantly erupted beneath her feet.

She raised her hand and pressed forward sharply, and several jet-black, condensed shadow spears whistled into shape, shooting out with a piercing sonic boom, accurately piercing the heads of the two ghost slaves directly in front of her!

The spear pierced through the air and shattered the two deformed skulls on the spot.

Zhou Tian's spiritual power erupted suddenly, and his entire body transformed into a golden afterimage.

The blazing, dazzling holy light of judgment, accompanied by a sharp, tearing sound, instantly pierced through the faces of the remaining ghost slaves!

"Bang! Bang!"

A series of dull thuds erupted as the raging holy power smashed the remaining heads into dust. Wherever the golden light passed, the remaining evil spirits and rotting flesh were instantly scorched into charcoal.

Having lost its core support, the broken and twisted silver threads in the flesh and blood instantly stiffened, disintegrated inch by inch, and turned into grayish-white powder that dissipated in the cold wind.

The noise subsided, and the corridor returned to deathly silence.

Only a few mutilated, charred corpses lay on the ground.

Zhou Zixin held Wen Xiaoxiao's hand tightly, looking at the monster on the ground that had completely lost its life. Her small chest rose and fell slightly, and the panic in her eyes slowly faded, gradually giving way to a calmness in the face of danger.

Qin Xinran dispersed the shadows that surrounded her and turned her gaze to the open, heavy blast-proof iron door at the end of the corridor.

Deep inside the door crack, there is a downward-sloping cement staircase.

That was the entrance to the second basement level...