Operating Room 4, Basement Floor

ger…used to increase his own lifespan”Jiang Qiyun nodded. "This is just a guess, but it should be about right."He once said that birth and death are the laws of all things, and we should not be too at..."Don't scare me, we...we often appear in live broadcasts—" Zhang Fatty's face turned pale, fear gripped his heart, but he still tried to be tough.

"You wander in this place of yin and yang chaos, your bodies tainted with too much negative and resentful energy. Over time, health problems will arise... Even if you have strong yang energy, you are always near water, so you're bound to get wet eventually. There will be a day when you stumble... Moreover, you use vengeful spirits as a gimmick to make money, aren't you afraid of being retaliated against" I listed them one by one.

Zhang Fatty is a typical tough guy on the outside but soft inside. I could sense it when he went into seclusion before.

He should know deep down, but for money, for his goddess, he deceived himself and went into the fire and water.

"I, I don't believe these things." Zhang Fatty's lips trembled.

Well Still saying, faith brings about results, lack of faith doesn't This ostrich mentality also works.

"Whether you believe it or not doesn't matter, what's important is that you have already violated the rules of the yin and yang realms." I frowned and glanced at the live cold light in the pitch-black room, which was getting deeper and deeper.

Like a jellyfish in the deep sea, drifting slowly into the gaping maw of a creature lurking in the darkness.

"...She, she has her master's protection, she'll be fine." Zhang Fatty swallowed nervously.

"Who is this master you speak of Is he well-known in the circles Tell me, I'd like to hear. If he's a highly respected monk or an enlightened sage, then I shall withdraw and leave your affairs to yourselves." I said.

Zhang Fatty had been saved by me once. Even if he was unwilling to believe these things deep down, there was the real experience right in front of him.

"Her master wasn't Chinese," Zhang Fatty said, relieved.

"Huh" I said, a little surprised.

“That was when she studied in Japan. She became a nominal disciple under a famous Japanese abbot,” Zhang Fatty whispered to me quickly, his eyes still fixed on the cold light inside the room.

"Japan Then the amulet she got, was that also from that Japanese master" I asked.

"Well, let me ask for one too. I think it's a scam and expensive, so I won't get it." Zhang Fatty opened his mouth and said quickly, "That master is supposedly not very old, but he is quite famous in the Japanese Onmyoji circle. It's a hereditary school, and he is highly respected in the Japanese Onmyoji community."

She met a lot of netizens who liked yin-yang philosophy and ghost stories there, so when she came back to her country, she started streaming this kind of content. Her master also supported her, saying something about international exchange, often sending her to certain places.

Here my eyelids twitched.

Japan's Master

"Were you also sent here by the Master" I pressed.

"I don't know that. I just followed her, she contacted the master herself. That master has a wide network of contacts, knowing many people in both the domestic yin and yang circles. They have more channels for obtaining information than we do, and we know very little." Zhang Fatty said.

"Has he given you any money" I asked.

"What do I want his money for I'm just doing work for FeiFei, and FeiFei pays me. The private tips during livestreams are very high," Zhang Fatty mumbled with a sneer.

"And do you know what the master's name is What does he look like"

Zhang Fatzi frowned: "Japanese names are too damn long, I can't remember them. Something like... Oni I've never met him, only seen his picture on Fei Fei's phone. He's a young guy with hair. Foreign monks are really ridiculous~~"

What in the world is a "ghost house"

I don't know much about Japanese yin and yang circles, nor do I understand their culture of life and death very well.

But Japan's religion is inherited from our country and then blended with indigenous beliefs, primarily focusing on Shingon Buddhism and esoteric Buddhism, forming various large and small schools.

When it comes to Japanese monks… a figure comes to mind, someone I actually met recently. That monk even went to the remote temple of Huising and had in-depth discussions with Huising himself. He's quite a learned individual.

But hair… that's hard to say. Hair can just be shaved off, it could very well be the same person

I frowned, pondering over past events.

Zhang Fatty saw that I wasn't speaking and nervously swallowed: "I... did I die last time"

"Almost." I was too lazy to explain to him.

“I, I’ve been having dreams about a giant snake lately, the kind from a python disaster!” he started to pour out his fears to me.

But I couldn't care less about him. He's not someone worth pitying, and he's certainly not the reason I'm here.

He saw that I wasn't responding and became even more determined to explain his fear.

Younan didn't like listening to him speak. She held onto the corner of my clothes with one hand and quietly pinched Yue Junjue with the other, giving him a cold glance and letting out a soft hum.

The sound suddenly echoed in the dark, narrow passage as if a switch had been flipped.

The surrounding air suddenly fell silent.

Then suddenly, a bone-chilling cold erupted from the pitch-black depths, swiftly engulfing us!

"Eh...hey~" An abruptly strange laughter echoed in the pitch-black operating room.

Zhang Fatzi trembled like chaff, suddenly reacting and wanting to rush in and pull Liu Feifei out!

As soon as his hand touched the iron door of the operating room, it was as if he had been burned. He let go with a howl.

“The Taiyin covers the sky, and the earth opens to heaven's gate. I walk like Yu the Great, a true person of Xuan Nu. In the bright hall, I sit and lie down, hiding my body. With utmost urgency, as by imperial decree!”

I silently recited my protective incantation and pushed Zhang Fatty, who was blocking the doorway, aside with all my might.

Zhang Fatzi was terrified, his feet unsteady like a large sack of flour tumbling into a corner.

The iron gate was terribly frozen.

Before I even touched it, I felt a biting chill, like an ice pillar.

It felt like if you touched it, you could peel off a layer of skin.

"Mother…" Younan clutched my sleeve tightly.

"Don't be afraid, You Nan." I quickly reached out and touched his head to comfort him.

Yunan wasn't afraid at all. He pouted and said, "Mother, your protective spell is so powerful! The Six Ding Divine Power descended in an instant... I'm not even that fast... Father must have secretly taught you!"

Huh

Oh my...

Do you have it

I was stunned for a moment before realizing that I was surrounded by a thin layer of aura, like a shell, enveloping me with a powerful sense of protection.

I haven't really used this spell before... How come today I just casually use it, and it works so well

Has Jiang Qiyun ever tutored me privately

A blurry image flashed through my mind. As I was half-asleep, barely able to open my eyes, Jiang Qiyun seemed to be talking to me...

Never mind, I shook my head. This wasn't the time to be lost in daydreams.

"Yunan, are you coming inside with me, or are you staying here" I asked.

“I want to follow my mother and see the wronged souls and evil spirits of the world with my own eyes.” He was full of confidence and fearless.

"Alright, let's go," I pushed the slightly ajar iron gate open with force. With my protective incantation, the biting cold couldn't reach me.

Creak...

Darkness beyond the iron gate surged forward, enveloping me—e just toys for the rich. As long as they are beautiful, valuable, and show off their wealth, the truth behind the stories doesn't matter. It’s just to satisfy the wealthy people's vain fantasies and...