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Chapter 65: Fateful Path (Part Twenty-Four)
The three of us moved quickly, a gust of wind accompanying our hurried footsteps as we formed a triangular formation. I led the way, adopting a serious demeanor that drew the attention of the Family Members of the Patient in the corridor, who craned their necks and stood on tiptoe, curious about what was happening. They probably thought that I and Qin Jian were some important figures in the hospital, rushing toward the Intensive Care Unit for some urgent matter.
Yet, there were still those unafraid who approached us. We all had things on our minds and didn’t take a good look at this person. However, as we brushed past each other, a chilling aura emanating from him sent shivers down my spine. The Yin Qi was palpable, and at the same moment, both Qin Jian and Chi Xinrong shivered involuntarily. Chi Xinrong hugged her arms and muttered, “Why is it suddenly so cold? I feel goosebumps even with all these layers on.”
I slowly turned to glance back at the person we had just passed. He wore a loose black cloth robe, a dirty jacket whose color was indiscernible, and a pair of tattered shoes. He looked like an ordinary farmer wandering aimlessly in the hospital.
But his aura and that furtive demeanor betrayed him; he was not just an idle farmer but an Evil Sorcerer who specialized in raising spirits. The chill felt by Qin Jian and Chi Xinrong was merely superficial; I sensed something deeply abnormal about his presence.
In our line of work, we could perceive such auras, even if they were intangible.
As they say, it is invisible to the eye and inaudible to the ear—this is what is known as the mysterious.
The aura generated by an ordinary person is referred to as Deathly Aura. It can also combine to form Yin and Yang energies; when these energies are balanced and abundant, they naturally create a positive energy. However, this person hardly exhibited any Yin or Yang energies, thus lacking any positive energy.
Instead, his body was suffused with Yin Qi—a phenomenon resulting from long-term spirit cultivation that left him weak and cold. There was definitely something wrong with him. I stopped and quietly urged Qin Jian and Chi Xinrong to head to Sha Hong's ward quickly while I intended to see what this man was up to.
“Alright, be careful,” Qin Jian replied.
I didn’t respond further; instead, I turned around and followed closely behind the man in black. My tracking skills were exceptional, but after a short while, he seemed to notice me. He paused slightly but didn’t turn around; instead, he quickened his pace toward Han Lan's ward.
Was Han Lan in danger?
I hastened my steps to catch up with him. After running down a long corridor, I surprisingly lost sight of my target. I stood there in shock; it took only a few minutes to reach Han Lan's ward by going straight and turning a corner. The path led toward the Mortuary, which explained why this section of the corridor was seldom used.
I walked down the corridor with Qin Jian. Generally, patients rarely come here, and I didn't know this corridor led to the inpatient department's single rooms. I thought he wouldn't go to the mortuary; he must have gone to Han Lan's room.
It's a pity I didn't get a chance to see his face directly; otherwise, I could have remembered it. Just like how I saw Li Luwen's face in Mo Feng's memory—though the feeling of seeing it in that memory was different from seeing it in reality, I still had an impression. Plus, my memory is exceptional; I can recognize someone at a glance.
I hurried down the empty corridor, the cold wind seeping into my neck. Suddenly, I noticed someone standing quietly ahead, arms crossed behind him, his back facing me. I stopped and calmly glanced at him.
"Brother, why are you following me?"
"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're saying. This is a public place; how can you say I can't come here just because you are?"
"Xiao Xiao..." He smiled, but there was no expression of joy on his face. I noticed that while he spoke, his lips didn't move, yet the voice clearly came from him. Could this be ventriloquism? I'm not familiar with it; I've heard it involves producing sound from one's stomach.
This person is not simple!
"Ventriloquism..."
"Xiao Xiao... Xiao Xiao..." His voice... was perhaps the most terrifying sound I've ever heard—cold and piercing, vibrating through my eardrum with intense pain as if a needle had pierced through. What?! Is this where we start competing?
I wasn't going to back down either. I closed my eyes, performed a spell to summon divine aid, reciting incantations as my legs swiftly moved toward him.
"Xiao Xiao..." He continued to laugh, his laughter filled with provocation, pushing me closer to my limits. My blood boiled as I charged forward. At that moment, his figure suddenly swelled; his hair stood up like dry grass as if he wore a hedgehog hat. Then, from his bent fingers emerged a ball of eerie blue flame.
This was the pinnacle of Evil Arts—the essence flame. It seemed my opponent knew who I was; once he unleashed the essence flame, it was an all-or-nothing tactic. We were strangers caught in a deadly battle against time.
"Ah..." You think I'm easy prey? Switching tactics, the Purgatory Flame grew in my hands like a snowball rolling larger and larger. As his essence flame shot toward me in a spiral motion, I sneered: "Bring it on." With a few quick steps forward, I hurled the Purgatory Flame with all my might.
Two flames collided with a bang, like a meteor striking the earth, erupting countless fine blue flames. I passed through the starry flames but could no longer see the person who had just attacked me.
He can burrow underground! As this thought crossed my mind, a wave of Yin Qi surged toward my left shoulder. I swiftly dodged and looked around. Goodness, this person looked incredibly grotesque—his hooked nose and gaping mouth revealed two large yellow teeth, and his arm felt icy cold, devoid of any warmth.
Is he even human?
He resembled a Shiki.
As I pondered this, my focus wavered, and his cold claws grabbed my other shoulder. My shoulder sank under the grip, and I crouched to evade him. The sound of tearing fabric echoed as my shirt was ripped apart.
I've encountered a master! I was exhilarated; if I could defeat this damned Evil Sorcerer, what a tremendous sense of accomplishment it would bring! With a swift motion, I unleashed the Demonic Needle. At such close range, it should hit its mark without fail.
But unexpectedly, as the Demonic Needle struck, it did nothing to stop him from continuing his aggressive assault. Incense ash! I chanted an incantation, grabbed my Scent Pouch, and scattered the ash into the air. The scent spread out, but my opponent seemed unfazed by its energy and reached out with his claws again. With another sharp sound, my front garment tore further. I refused to be deterred; biting my tongue to draw blood, I recited the Exorcism Talisman and drew a Bagua symbol in the air: "I summon Six Ding and Six Jia, Southern Dipper Six Stars, Big Dipper Seven Stars; I invoke Nine Responses of the Primordial Thunder Sound Universal Decree and Taishang Laojun's Urgent Command!"
As my Bagua talisman worked in conjunction with the incense ash, a series of crackling explosions erupted. Sparks flew from his entire body as his hideous face twisted in rage. "You really have some skill; I'll come back another day for a rematch... Farewell!" With that declaration, he flickered and vanished from sight.
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