The man wearing a silver mask was dressed in black, his long, inky hair cascading down his back. A pure white snow lotus was pinned at the end of his hair, glimmering under the sunlight, reflecting a cold and distant light.
Beneath the mask, his eyes were deep and emotionless.
He gazed at the sign of Sai Hua Tuo Clinic. The plaque wasn’t particularly grand, but it was decorated with meticulous care.
Shi Liu said, “After thorough investigation through our secret and open channels, it appears that most of the people who have visited this clinic have heard of ‘Changbai Mountain.’ So, we…”
Suddenly, Shi Liu’s expression became very serious. “Such a strong death aura… it seems to be coming from inside the clinic!”
Yin Chenming withdrew his gaze, his voice cold, “Corpse ghost.”
Shi Liu was shocked. “The corpse ghost from the cave at the bottom of the lake? How could it be here?”
Yin Chenming didn’t respond further and instead walked straight toward the clinic’s entrance.
Upon entering, they found that the clinic had quite a few people, mostly guards in appearance, with only a few actual patients.
Yin Chenming looked up and immediately noticed Wen Qingchen standing among the crowd.
Shi Liu widened his eyes in surprise. “Master, isn’t that the person who stole your… you know what?”
They had followed Wen Qingchen down the mountain that day and had seen her change her appearance twice.
One of the disguises was the current one, looking like a young man.
Yin Chenming seemed a bit surprised as well, but he was always composed, his deep eyes revealing no emotions. However, when he saw Wen Qingchen, he did glance at her a second time.
Shi Liu wasn’t surprised at all.
After all, if someone else had stolen several pieces of the master’s personal clothing, the master would likely give them a second look too.
“Master, it’s definitely possessed by a corpse ghost,” Shi Liu said, staring at the Zhang family’s young master on the stretcher, utterly perplexed.
How had the corpse ghost from the cave at the bottom of the lake ended up here?
With so many people around, and Wen Qingchen amidst the crowd, she didn’t notice that two new people had entered the clinic.
To outsiders, the young master of the Zhang family appeared to be covered in black and purple, his body constantly writhing on the stretcher. His eyes were blood-red, and his fingernails had grown to over ten centimeters long, blackish-purple in color, resembling sharp blades rather than nails.
However, what Wen Qingchen saw was different. In her eyes, there was a shadow without a physical form, draped over the young master’s body.
It was a terrifying-looking ghost.
This ghost was slender and entirely red. The redness wasn’t from clothing but from the blood vessels wrapping around its body, as if its skin had completely vanished, revealing a tangled web of blood vessels.
Its hair was several meters long, like blood-red serpents coiled all over the Zhang family young master.
His body was entirely covered by this long hair, with most of it concentrated around his hands.
As a result, whenever he touched someone, this hair would instantly drain all the blood from that person’s body.
There are many types of ghosts, and this one is known as a “bloodthirsty ghost.”
Unlike vampires, bloodthirsty ghosts typically appear in slaughterhouses or ancient execution grounds. They are fiercely malevolent, showing no regard for human life.
“So beautiful,” Wen Qingchen observed the ghost closely.
It was the first time she had seen such a powerful ghost.
Even though she had seen strange ghosts in the modern world, those were in an era of technology, where such vicious ghosts did not exist.
Hearing Wen Qingchen’s words, Mu An almost fell to his knees.
“D-Divine Doctor, what… what exactly is beautiful about it…”
Did the Divine Doctor really have such peculiar tastes?!
