After being poisoned by mushrooms, all the strange creatures became fascinated by me.

That evening, Qiu Wanting and Jiang Hui took Tang Li back to her hospital room and then secretly met up in the former's room.

"It's strange," Qiu Wanting frowned and pondered, "Why would Tang Li be targeted? She's a 'paranoiac,' so logically, the supernatural should pay the least attention to her."

"That night of 'The Night of a Hundred Ghosts,' Tang Li stole the file folder from Lao Yan, so it's normal for him to stare at her strangely," Jiang Hui said.

Qiu Wanting still couldn't figure it out: there were three people in the archives that night. Old Yan died at Sun Ping's hands, so the only person who knew the file folder was in Tang Li's hands was Sun Ping. Did Sun Ping tell the hospital where the file folder was? But if the hospital wanted the file folder back, they could just take action against Tang Li. What was the point of constantly monitoring her with surveillance cameras?

Jiang Hui snapped her fingers to bring Qiu Wanting back to her senses: "Shall we stick to the original plan and go check 820 again?"

Qiu Wanting denied it: "Tang Li was caught on surveillance footage when she went to room 820. They must have tampered with room 820. Tonight's plans are canceled."

"Okay." Jiang Hui nodded, cleared her throat, and announced, "Since there are no new plans for tonight, I'll make a decision."

"—I am going to summon Gu Xiaoying."

Qiu Wanting suddenly looked up at her, shocked, and said, "You... what?"

"I need to summon Gu Xiaoying," Jiang Hui repeated calmly. "Sun Ping has sided with the hospital's shady practices, and that traitor Dr. Jiang you found has been keeping his distance. We still don't know his purpose. In that case, let's go and ally with the real Boss."

"No," Qiu Wanting looked at Jiang Hui with disbelief, as if she had lost all reason. "Didn't you tell me yourself a few days ago that children with strange, low levels of socialization are unlucky, and whoever they associate with is doomed?"

Why are you going back on your word?

"The child isn't particularly bright," Jiang Hui said calmly, "but he's not stupid either. Can't he tell who's good to him? Otherwise, why would he save Tang Li from the zombies?"

"Now that Tang Li is being suspiciously targeted by the hospital for trying to protect Gu Xiaoying's file, she's in danger. Would Gu Xiaoying really refuse to help her?"

Jiang Hui blinked at Qiu Wanting, her voice growing louder, "The child Nannan valued most, the child for whom Nannan was willing to sacrifice his life, could not possibly be an ungrateful person."

As she spoke, she opened the ward door behind her, as if afraid that the child would be too polite to eavesdrop.

Qiu Wanting instantly understood Jiang Hui's intentions and couldn't help but show an expression that resembled a toothache.

He did not support Jiang Hui's decision, neither rationally nor emotionally, but he had known her for a long time and had witnessed her winning many unexpected victories.

Qiu Wanting's group buy was instantly accepted.

"But he's just a child after all. How long can a child's memory last? Maybe he's already forgotten who Nannan is."

The two of them played good cop and bad cop, putting on a show for several rounds. However, the door was empty. They exchanged a glance: Why hadn't Gu Xiaoying arrived yet?

Do they really not care about them at all?

Chiu Wan-ting pointed out unhappily, "It seems we're not high-profile enough; the boss's attention is elsewhere."

Jiang Hui raised an eyebrow: "Shall we perform it again outside the dean's room?"

The two of them were both incredibly crazy. Qiu Wanting calmly pulled a pen from her pocket: "Why bother with all that trouble?"

"Gu Xiaoying is a dungeon boss, so he should have basic leadership skills. It's one thing if he doesn't notice us two little players, but if some strange external force invades his territory, do you think he wouldn't notice?"

It is 3 a.m. at this moment.

The eighth floor of the hospital was completely silent.

A small table was set up in Qiu Wanting's hospital room, with a small lamp lit on it, the flame of which flickered.

Qiu Wanting and Jiang Hui sat facing each other, each holding the same pen in one hand. They both spoke at the same time, chanting, "Pen spirit, pen spirit..."

"You are my past life, I am your present life..."

The flames flickered faster and faster, and a chill gradually permeated the entire ward. Qiu Wanting and Jiang Hui both hid their other hands under the table, one clutching a talisman and the other holding a knife.

They were on guard, their muscles tense, as if the spirit of the Ouija board was about to descend as summoned—

"Smack."

A crisp sound.

The entire ward was suddenly illuminated.

Qiu Wanting and Jiang Hui's hearts stopped, and their eyes welled up with tears from the blinding light. Their bodies acted before their minds, leaping from the table and turning their heads simultaneously—

Standing by the door was an ancient eagle covered in black mist.

In fact, Qiu Wanting and Jiang Hui have always been wary of both the Ouija board and Gu Xiaoying.

But who would have thought that the first thing to do after the eerie event was to turn on the lights?

"What are you doing?" Gu Xiaoying calmly questioned. "Is this instance not chaotic enough? You've invited another guest star to elevate my status?"

Despite his young age, Gu Xiaoying is quite adept at surfing the internet.

Jiang Hui sensed that the dungeon boss had no intention of killing them, and relaxed slightly. She covered her eyes with one hand and waved the other hand in the air in pain: "Why did you turn on the lights? Can't you please follow the sleeping rules in the hospital ward?"

People with heightened senses simply cannot withstand this kind of blow!

Gu Xiaoying remained expressionless and slammed the light down again: "How presumptuous of us weirdos, we just love the light."

The moment he turned off the light, it was as if a horror video that had been paused halfway through was suddenly played again, and the eerie and terrifying feeling returned to the ward.

A strange shape gradually appeared, perched on the pen.

Gu Xiaoying snapped the pen in two. The terrifying atmosphere immediately dissipated.

Jiang Hui and Qiu Wanting: That strong?

The two of them were secretly relieved: luckily, Gu Xiaoying hadn't heard what they had said earlier.

Gu Xiaoying looked at the two people in front of him, who stared at him with wide eyes in the darkness like two frightened owls. Fine, fine, they've become the victims.

The seasoned dungeon boss was furious: "Speak! What do you want from me?"

"Hmm..." Qiu Wanting wisely skipped all the pleasantries and probing, getting straight to the point, "Tang Li has been under surveillance all day, no matter where she goes. The person on the other end of the surveillance is Vice Dean Qi Cuiming. Do you have any leads?"

"Tang pear?"

Gu Xiaoying suddenly looked up.

The empty eye sockets turned toward the corridor.

For example, the surveillance cameras that Sun Ping provided to the hospital, which are designed to block out information from specific individuals, often lose their shielding effect once others point it out.

Gu Xiaoying's field of vision encompassed the entire hospital building; the horizontal floors and vertical walls crisscrossed in his eyes. The next second, one by one, the cameras lit up, like red eyes parasitizing in their own corners, from near to far.

Nausea.

Gu Xiaoying stretched out her hand and clenched it in mid-air.

"Bang!"

The recent red eyes turned into fireworks.

The thuds continued to spread into the distance, and one red eye after another burst open.

until--

"Bang bang, bang bang."

In the chaotic monitoring room, several soft sounds, like water balloons bursting, rang out.

Gu Xiaoying calmly withdrew her hand and gently twirled her fingertips a few times.

At the end of the red eyes, aren't there two more pairs of eyes staring at her?

Qi Cuiming and Sun Ping wailed, covering their empty, blood-soaked eye sockets—covering their already ruptured eyes.