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As the darkness descended so suddenly, my eyes struggled to adjust, and I felt a wave of panic wash over me. "Meng Zhuang, are you okay?!" I asked urgently.
"I'm fine!" Meng Zhuang replied, placing a hand on my shoulder. In that instant, I felt a chilling sensation that seemed to seep from his palm into my body.
"Don't move just yet. I feel like there's something around us..." I slowly extended my hands, groping in the darkness, trying to find something to lean on while my mind raced with fears of touching something I didn't want to encounter.
Suddenly, my palm brushed against something cold and hard. "Is this a wall?" I thought, pressing myself against it in an attempt to calm down.
Since Meng Zhuang's hand was on my shoulder, he sensed my movement and followed me as I leaned against the wall. "Why did the power go out all of a sudden?" he asked.
"I don't know. Normally, the power supply in hospitals is quite stable. Even if there's an outage elsewhere, hospitals should have backup measures. This sudden blackout could be dangerous for Mr. Death; quickly, give me the lighter..." I reached back instinctively.
Then, I heard the sound of a lighter igniting behind me. The moment the flame flickered to life, the electricity returned to normal.
The sudden brightness of the incandescent lights made it hard for me to open my eyes. Instinctively, I raised my hand to shield myself from the overhead glare and glanced toward the elevator doors.
The silver elevator doors reflected a strong and dazzling light under the illumination. As the metal doors slowly opened, I swallowed hard and focused intently on what lay ahead.
"Do you really think something will come out from inside?" Meng Zhuang asked with uncertainty.
I didn't respond; instead, I waited silently as time seemed to freeze around us, with not a sound breaking the stillness...
After a long moment, nothing emerged from within the elevator; instead, the doors began to close again. "There's nothing there," Meng Zhuang said behind me.
"Could it be that I overreacted?" I pondered, feeling that ever since coming out of the Cursed Realm, I had been undergoing subtle changes, though I couldn't pinpoint exactly what was changing.
"Maybe I'm just too tense..." As I thought this, I turned to look at Meng Zhuang behind me. He said, "Do you think the blackout affected Mr. Death? We should hurry over and check."
With that, Meng Zhuang turned to leave. In that instant, I noticed that his cigarette case was missing from his chest pocket. My heart sank immediately.
"Wait, Meng Zhuang, do you have any cigarettes left?" My expression turned serious as I grasped his sturdy arm and asked tentatively.
"Do you have a cigarette?" I asked him, and he quickly replied, "I think I still have some..." He began rummaging through his pockets, then suddenly exclaimed, "Wait, that's not right. I took out my lighter earlier and put it back; how could it be gone..."
As he searched himself, he occasionally glanced down at the ground. At that moment, he noticed a medium-sized flower pot nearby, containing a plant whose name I couldn't recall.
"Could it have fallen in here?" Meng Zhuang said as he leaned over to look into the pot.
"Forget about it; let's go check on the Death Apostle first," I urged Meng Zhuang as I pulled him toward the Intensive Care Unit. After just a couple of steps, I released my grip on his shirt, thinking, "What if that Evil Spirit already knows about the markers I've set up and deliberately discarded the cigarette? If that's the case, Meng Zhuang might already be possessed. And now that I'm sealed by the Void Spirit, I'd need to activate 'Hatred' to use my powers. But if my emotions spiral out of control, who knows what might happen..."
"The only ones who can help me re-seal are the Death Apostle and Yao Long, but they're both incapacitated. It seems like my only option left is to seek help from Li Zhisheng..." With that thought weighing heavily on my mind, I furrowed my brow and fell silent.
Noticing my distress, Meng Zhuang caught up to me and asked, "Shen, what's wrong? Didn't you say there were no ghosts? Why do you look so worried?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just a bit concerned about the Death Apostle," I replied dismissively.
As we reached the sealed glass window of the Intensive Care Unit, I peered inside. The Death Apostle appeared unchanged; he lay on the bed with a steady rise and fall of his chest. The nearby respirator and heart monitor were functioning normally.
Meng Zhuang let out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness Mr. Death is okay."
"Even though he seems fine now, it's still safer to call a nurse for a check-up..." With that said, I turned and headed toward the Nurse Station.
Standing outside the Nurse Station, I looked inside while softly calling out, "Nurse—nurse—anyone there?"
After several calls with no response, I muttered to myself, "That's strange; someone just left. There should still be one nurse around; why is it so quiet?" Suddenly, I recalled hearing a woman's voice calling out during the power outage earlier.
"Could it be that the real nurse was harmed?!" My heart raced at this thought as I hurriedly pushed open the door and rushed into the Nurse Station.
Inside, I found a woman in a white nurse's uniform lying face down on the floor. Her white clothes were stained with large patches of blood.
"What happened?! Why does this involve an innocent person?! Is this another indiscriminate massacre?!" As these thoughts raced through my mind, I stepped closer and crouched beside her, gently nudging her as I asked, "Hey—are you still alive? Hello?"
Shouting several times, the person lay on the ground motionless. I reached out with two fingers to test for a pulse at her nose. "Looks like she's dead..." I murmured, glancing around. Everything in the Nurse Station was orderly, showing no signs of struggle; even the nurse's clothes were intact.
"The clothes are fine. If it were internal injuries, how could there be so much blood on her back?" I muttered as I turned the body over.
To my astonishment, I found three surgical knives embedded in her chest, nearly all of them buried deep within her body. The glare from the fluorescent lights barely revealed a hint of the knife handles still protruding outside. "No wonder her back was unharmed; it turns out she was stabbed through the front with surgical knives..."
"But how could this happen? There are no signs of a struggle at all. Even if it pierced the heart, she wouldn't die instantly..." Just as I was pondering this, Meng Zhuang came looking for me after I had been gone too long. Upon seeing the scene before him, he gasped, "Someone's dead! How... how could someone be dead again?!"
Seeing his reaction, I felt suspicious. "Wasn't he supposed to be possessed by a ghost? Why is he reacting so violently to seeing a corpse? It doesn't seem like an act. Did I guess wrong again? No, in this situation, I can't afford to make any mistakes. At least we need to wait for Li Zhisheng to confirm."
With that thought in mind, I stood up and said to Meng Zhuang, "Calm down. Let's find Li Zhisheng and have him come take a look first..." I turned to leave the Nurse Station.
As soon as I pushed open the door beside me, I heard Meng Zhuang stammering, "Shen... Shen, behind you!"
Hearing the terror in his voice made me uneasy. A chill crept up my spine, rising from my feet to my head, causing goosebumps all over my body.
"Don't just stand there! Run! Go find Li Zhisheng!" I shouted without looking back, but Meng Zhuang was already so frightened that his legs had turned to jelly; he couldn't move an inch.
Seeing this, I rushed out of the Nurse Station in a few quick strides and ran to Meng Zhuang's side, using all my strength to pull him along.
Just a few steps out, there was a loud crash behind us. The marble walls of the Nurse Station shattered as if struck by something immense; fragments flew everywhere and hit the surrounding walls with sharp cracks.
At that moment, we dared not stop for anything. The wails of the Evil Spirit echoed in our ears like a death knell. As we reached the Intensive Care Unit, Meng Zhuang shouted at me, "What if we just run away? What about Mr. Death?! What if the Evil Spirit is after him?!"
I cursed under my breath; it was a dilemma whether to run or stay put. If we ran and Meng Zhuang was right about the Evil Spirit coming for the Death Apostle, we would be walking into a trap. But if we didn't run, neither of us stood a chance against that Evil Spirit.
"Damn it! We're all going to die eventually anyway; let's go for it." With that thought, I pulled Meng Zhuang in front of me and gave him a push forward while shouting, "You go find Li Zhisheng for help! I'll hold it off here! Hurry!"
Hearing this, Meng Zhuang wasted no time and quickened his pace toward Li Zhisheng's room with my push behind him.
Seeing it run far away, I suddenly turned around and saw that the Evil Spirit was indeed the corpse that had just fallen to the ground. Three pitch-black arms extended from the spot where a surgical knife was embedded in its chest, swaying in the air like rotten mud as the Evil Spirit moved.
"Come at me if you dare!" I shouted, spreading my arms wide to block its path. To my surprise, it completely ignored me and charged forward, knocking me aside with its momentum.
I let out a grunt as I fell onto my back. After colliding with me, the creature did not continue running but stopped in front of the sealed window of the Intensive Care Unit.
"I can't believe I was hit by Meng Zhuang's attack. This Demonic Mark is truly aimed at the Death Apostle!" I muttered, rubbing my sore chest and shouting at the Evil Spirit, "Hey! I'm not dead yet!"
But the Evil Spirit paid no attention to me. Instead, it used those three dark arms to smash against the glass. In just two or three strikes, several centimeters of thick glass shattered into pieces.
After breaking the glass, the Evil Spirit leaped into the Intensive Care Unit without even glancing back at me. Seeing this, I had no choice but to hurry after it.
As soon as I jumped into the Intensive Care Unit, I saw that the Evil Spirit was already standing in front of the Death Apostle's bed, extending its dark arm down toward the Death Apostle's head...
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