Chapter 42: Ghost Doctor

  In that dark corner, a person could be vaguely seen standing upright. I rushed towards the corner with my Soul-Cutting Knife at this moment, and the person remained still, without any intention of dodging.

  I ran closer and stopped. Suddenly, my heart was in great turmoil, and my back felt cold.

  The one crouching in the corner was none other than that little brat. I suddenly turned my head back and saw the little brat lying motionless on the table, completely bewildered.

  What's wrong, I just made a mistake. Not only did I fail to drive the evil thing out of the child's body, but I also drove the child's soul out instead. My heart was in a flurry, and suddenly I didn't know what to do.

  At this time, the girl also ran over to this side. When he saw the little kid in the corner, he was completely stunned. She trembled for a moment, and her face quickly became bloodless.

  "Little brother," the girl muttered.

  She suddenly turned her head around and glared at me fiercely: "Tell me, what's going on? How did my brother end up here? What have you done to him?"

  I looked at the girl, not knowing how to respond, and could only lower my head. This matter was indeed my fault, but that ghost crouching in the corner, was it really a little kid?

  The girl ran over and pinched my neck with all her might. Although she looked very delicate, her strength was not small, probably because she had some kind of Taoist magic on her body. I was pinched by her, and suddenly I felt short of breath and couldn't breathe. However, I didn't resist, after all, I was in the wrong.

  She pinched me for a while, and then the girl punched my chest again. Then she ran to the corner where that little kid's soul was, crying.

  I coughed several times, feeling a bit dizzy. After a while, I lifted my head and saw that the girl was already running towards the little kid's face. At this time, I also forgot to look at the little kid's soul. All I saw was the little kid's face turning white with fear, and on this pale face, I actually saw a strange smile.

  Suddenly, the little brat's eyes blinked, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He beckoned to the girl: "Come on, sister, come here."

  Something's off, a feeling of unease surged up in my heart. Seeing the girl still chasing after the little brat, I took off after her: "Stop, that's not your brother."

  At this time, the girl was also running, and I thought it would be a bit difficult to catch up with her. Just then, the child burst into tears again, making a chilling cry: "Sister, I'm not dead yet, am I? Sister, I'm in so much pain, hurry over."

  I pointed at the little brat and shouted: "Evil thing, you won't harm anyone today."

  As we spoke, I suddenly grabbed a silver needle and threw it at the little kid. This silver needle is different from ordinary silver needles, known as a soul-piercing needle, sometimes used to pierce through certain things. The back of this needle has a structure similar to that of a sewing needle, with a small hole in the back that can be threaded with red thread.

  On this silver needle itself is threaded a thin red line. In case of emergency, the silver needle can be thrown out and used as a dart.

  As I threw out the silver needle, I almost used up all my strength. The silver needle flew into the air and almost at the same time as the girl ran to the front of the little kid, the needle pierced one of the kid's eyes. The kid suddenly let out a loud wail, his face twisted in terror and pain, his cry was heart-piercingly sad.

  "Sister, my eyes hurt so much, sister save me, I'm so cold, it's so unbearable."

  I rushed up at this time, hugged the girl tightly, and shouted loudly in her ear: "You stop for me, he is not your brother at all, take a closer look."

  The girl was still struggling and wanted to slap me, but after hearing my words, she raised her head and looked at the little kid. As a result, she was stunned for a moment and stopped struggling.

  All I saw was the little brat in the corner, at this moment his face was twisted into a ball, and his nose was even crooked to one side, looking like it had been stuck on.

  That silver needle was inserted into one of his eyeballs at this time, and he actually stretched out his hand and dug out his own eyeball with a hard life. His mouth let out an extremely mournful cry, making my scalp numb.

  As I watched, he gouged out his eyeball and threw it to the ground. The girl and I both took two steps back. At this moment, that little brat let out a loud wail and suddenly opened his mouth wide.

  That mouth was abnormally terrifying, and inside the mouth was a pitch-black darkness, without a single tooth. The girl seemed to be somewhat afraid, she grabbed my hand and held it tightly. My arm felt the softness of her body.

  However, my attention was completely focused on this evil object in front of me. Seeing the evil object open its big mouth and pounce towards me, I stood still, tightly gripping the Soul-Cutting Knife.

  Death

  With a flash of the knife, the Soul-Cutting Knife shone with a silver light as it sliced through the air. Then, with a very smooth motion, the Soul-Cutting Knife cut through the evil creature's head, directly cutting its head into two segments.

  At that moment, the evil creature opened its mouth wide and let out a more mournful and shrill cry. With a final "Boom", the creature turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared.

  Listening to this shrill scream, my scalp also felt a bit numb, and I was so frightened that I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time. The girl next to me was even more exaggerated, she directly threw herself into my arms.

  After a long time, the whole world was quiet, and I came to my senses. My nose caught a strong fragrance, very fragrant. I couldn't help but be stunned, and the girl was still lying in my arms.

  At that moment, a sudden impulse arose in my heart, and I wanted to hug her. As soon as I thought of this, my hands moved automatically, and she was wrapped in my arms. But one second later, my face went "slap", and the girl slapped me with a slap on the ear.

  "You scoundrel."

  I was stunned, rubbed my face, and then couldn't help but point at the girl and scold her loudly: "You rascal, are you out of your mind?"

  The girl hummed: "It's you rascal, you this rascal."

  I'm getting angry: "I helped you guys, but you slapped me in the face. If I don't get an explanation today, don't blame me."

  The girl puffed out her chest and said with a straight face: "What, you think what?"

  I said: "You're not scolding me as a rascal, then I'll really be a rascal once, don't cry later."

  The girl hugged her body: "Get out of here and go play."

  I didn't respond to her, but instead really walked towards her. The girl's face was full of terror, and she retreated step by step. Just as I was about to reach her, suddenly, a child's crying sound came from the direction of the table.

  "Sister, I'm scared, what's wrong with me? What are these things stuck in my body? My hands hurt so much."

  We all turned our heads to see that the little kid on the table had woken up and was crying. The girl put me aside at this time, ran towards the little kid with her legs spread apart, shouting: "Brother don't be afraid, sister is here."

  I walked silently and slowly to the corner where the evil object was, then picked up the silver needle on the ground. After a while, I walked towards the child and the girl, and quickly pulled out the silver needles from the child's hands, feet and chest.

  Then, I stared at the kid with a stern expression: "Don't think I don't know, you're so evil at such a young age, I didn't expect to harm me but ended up harming yourself. If it weren't for me today, your life would be in danger."

  The kid pouted: "Mind your own business, I'm willing. Who asked you to save me? Did I ask you to save me?"

  I wanted to raise my hand and give him a slap, but I thought about it and gave up after all. I just made a deal with them. The kid and the girl were still talking in low voices on the table, and I walked over to sit down on a chair beside.

  At that time, I saw a table with leftover dishes on it, and without hesitation, I picked up the leftovers and started eating. Although the leftovers were cold, they tasted incredibly delicious to me, who was starving at the time.

  After eating, I lay down on the chair with satisfaction. At this time, the girl slowly walked towards me and sat beside me.

  I coldly asked: "Why don't you accompany him anymore?"

  The girl said: "I fell asleep."

  I shifted my gaze to the girl and looked at her thoughtfully: "Can't figure it out, that old man is so ugly, yet he has such a beautiful daughter."

  The girl turned her head and glared at me: "Who are you saying is ugly?"

  I said: "Who else could it be? It's just you, old man with a hanged corpse. Doesn't he look ugly? His face is like an old tree bark."

  The girl's face changed greatly: "If you dare to say another word, I'll tear your mouth apart. You don't know anything! My father used to be a handsome man, but he was harmed by someone and became what he is now. And I'm not even his biological daughter. My father has never been married, my brother and I are both orphans he picked up from the mountain, if it wasn't for him, we would have died long ago."

  I listened with a slight daze, could it be that I still underestimated this old guy?

  The girl continued: "My father was once the kindest person in the world. He used to roam the country with his skill of refining corpses, and no one dared to provoke him. Later, he was schemed by a woman who took advantage of my father's kindness and eventually harmed him into a state that is neither human nor ghost. In these years, my father has been hiding in order to refine the blood corpse monster and take revenge."

  The girl spoke with unusual excitement, and I could tell that she wasn't lying. It seems that many things can't be judged by appearance alone. But still, I found it hard to understand how this hanged old man had such an experience.

  I remained silent, and the cave fell into a dead silence. After a long while, I heard the girl muttering to herself: "My brother and I actually wanted to help Father, but he was determined not to let us enter the yin-yang realm again, nor allow us to learn the yin-yang arts. He's looking for someone, someone who can take over his mantle, to inherit his methods."

  The sky soon turned dark, and the girl stood up and walked towards a stone cave. Before she left, she whispered softly: "Can you answer me? Don't let my dad down."

  I was stunned for a moment, staring foolishly at the girl: "What does that mean?"

  The girl didn't say a word and walked into the cave. And I suddenly reacted, I remembered that the old man who hanged himself had told me more than once that I was very good, just like him when he was young, so stubborn and strong-willed, and also had such great talent.

  It won't be, the old man who was looking for someone to inherit his legacy, as said by the girl's mouth, is me.

  This joke has gone too far.