Chapter 1: The Haunted Forest of Demons (Part 1)

  The night wind in May is cool and refreshing, the cloud shadows open, revealing a bright and icy moon, surrounded by cold mist, like a beauty after bathing, wrapped in a light gauze.

  Ding Lingxiu and Luo Huaiyu had finished their midnight snack, strolling along the small path back to the hospital. At midnight, the streetlights had gone out, and the cold moonlight shone down on the earth, casting a gloomy atmosphere. As they got closer to the hospital, the light grew dimmer, and the gardens, trees, chimneys, streetlights - everything gradually turned black, becoming increasingly indistinguishable, swallowed up in the darkness that was so thick you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

  Just as he was approaching the main entrance of the hospital, everything around him turned pitch black. Ding Lingyu involuntarily raised his head to look at the main building of the hospital, and this one glance made him stunned:

  The main building of the hospital was originally located in the shadow of a high-rise office building in the distance, so it would only be so dark at night. The road from the hospital gate to the main building had been completely swallowed up by the shadows, and only the dim streetlights inside the hospital courtyard still provided some hazy light.

  Ding Lingxiu was shocked not only because the lighting in this building was so poor, but also because he found that the main body of the hospital's main building had a slight tilt, although it was not obvious, but enough to be discernible by the naked eye. Ding Lingxiu didn't know much about Feng Shui, but he could confirm that this was absolutely an ominous building. Moreover, the entire hospital seemed to be built on a slope, and if there was a basement or garage on the west side of the hospital, it would definitely be the best place for evil spirits to gather.

  "Hey! What are you looking at? You've been glancing around since we walked out of the restaurant." Luo Huaiyu walked up to Ding Lingxiu, with his hands behind his back. "Let me tell you, don't have any ideas about me, the security guard isn't sleeping right now."

  "What's with you? Want a beating?" Ding Lingyu ignored her and continued staring at the building.

  "What's wrong? Have you seen a ghost?"

  "You see... don't you think your hospital's main building is a bit tilted?"

  Luo Waiyu looked in the direction of Ding Lingxiu's finger, and indeed, she was surprised to find that although it wasn't obvious, from this angle, the main building of the hospital did seem slightly tilted.

  "Really? How come nobody noticed it before?"

  "There's something wrong with your hospital." Ding Lingxu muttered to himself, his eyes becoming deeper.

  "Cut, you've come less, are you thinking of revenge against me? You don't want to say it, the direction of the building is too peaceful, that place is haunted?" Luo Huaiyu kicked at the stones on the road, ridiculing Ding Lingxiu.

  Ding Lingshu was stunned, her dark blue eyes staring fixedly at Luo Huaiyu, as if she wanted to see through her body.

  "What did you say? Is that the mortuary on the west side?"

  "Right, you... don't make that face at me, I'm not afraid."

  The midnight wind was blowing in gusts, and Luo Huaiyu was trembling slightly.

  Ding Lingxiu didn't say anything else, and after the two returned to the hospital, Ding Lingxiu originally wanted to go take a look at the west side of the hospital by himself. But for some reason, whether it was because he had eaten too much or his body hadn't fully recovered, not long after returning to the hospital, Ding Lingxiu suddenly felt drowsy again and unknowingly fell into a deep sleep.

  When I woke up again, it was already after 9 o'clock. The sun had risen ahead of most people, casting a disturbing glow that disrupted my peaceful dreams.

  Ding Lingxiu opened his eyes, struggled to sit up from the bed, and the pain in his neck made him shudder all over, immediately waking him up from his dream. He rubbed his neck, suddenly attracted by a fragrance that rushed into his nostrils.

  "Get up, let's eat quickly, the buns have gone cold."

  Zhang Shanyi handed a bag of buns to Ding Lingxiu, next to which was placed a bowl of porridge with a thin layer of film already formed on its surface.

  "Haha, you're really considerate."

  "It wasn't me, it was the female nurse you punched yesterday."

  "She?"

  "Really, I'm also puzzled. This woman is really unpredictable. She was punched by you yesterday and today she's actually sending breakfast to you. Hasn't she been punched silly?" Zhang Shanyi was full of question marks.

  "Never mind, I'm hungry anyway, want to eat together?"

  "No, I've already eaten."

  "Alright, I'll get started then."

  Ding Lingxiu ate like a gourmet, even when eating a bun, he would take a bite and savor it for half a day. Zhang Shanyi was left bewildered by the sight.

  "Brother Ding, this bun of yours won't be made with love, will it? Look at how infatuated you are."

  "Oh, you just don't understand, the more skilled a chef is, the more they like to savor their food slowly and carefully, enjoying the flavors."

  "Can't see it, can you still cook?"

  "A star-rated chef's standard, got a chance to show you his skills."

  "Alright."

  In Zhang Shanyi's impression, a demon hunter travels through mountains and rivers, eats wind and sleeps in dew, cooking is very normal, but generally uses simple ingredients, grasping the fire and simmering in a large pot. If a demon hunter really has superb culinary skills, it's indeed a bit unbelievable.

  "Zhang Zhenren, after we finish eating, let's go find that dean to get some medicine."

  "Good."

  The two of them simply tidied up and after registering came to the door of the director's clinic on the second floor.

  It was already over 50 people in line by a little after 10 am. This hospital is not considered to be a large one, but according to Zhang Shanyi, the medical skills of this director are renowned far and wide, and most people have come from afar just for him.

  Ding Lingxiu sat outside the consulting room, the venetian blind open, able to see what was going on inside.

  The one who was being treated should be a young girl, and the girl's voice was very gentle:

  "Director, why does my back hurt so much?"

  The principal said: "Turn around and let me take a look"

  The girl turned around, and the principal lifted her back clothes, surprisingly shocked, involuntarily frowned, and immediately shook his head.

  The girl found that the principal had been silent for a long time and asked nervously: "What's wrong?"

  The principal looked around at the people and hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself, thinking for a long time before asking:

  "Did you go on a date with your boyfriend last night?"

  The girl said: "That's right!"

  The principal's eyes flashed a sharp light, and then asked: "You went to the cemetery for a date, right?"

  The girl's face turned red with embarrassment and she muttered after a long while:

  "Well, he said it would be more exciting there, so we..."

  Ding Lingxiu was taken aback when he saw this, thinking to himself that he hadn't noticed the faint aura of yin energy on the girl's body earlier. How did the principal guess so quickly that she had been to a graveyard? Wasn't the principal actually a genius physiognomist?

  The principal calmly pushed his glasses and said slowly:

  "Have you had excessive intense exercise?"

  The young girl's face lost its color, as if struck by lightning, and after a long while, she spoke in a low voice:

  "Director, you are truly famous for a reason, it's really amazing how you know everything!"

  The principal looked at her and severely criticized:

  "You two are really messing around, young people need to balance yin and yang is understandable, how can you go to that kind of evil place for temporary stimulation?"

  The girl's face turned even darker, with a hint of fear, and she asked cautiously:

  "Dean, I was wrong, shouldn't I have provoked something unclean? Can it be solved?"

  The Dean said: "Don't try to decipher it, I'm the Dean, not a fortune teller. I say this because on your back, where it's red and swollen, there appears 'Tomb of Xian Kao Gong... Filial Son... Filial Grandson'. You guys have gone too far."

  “……”

  Ding Lingxiu's black lines all over his head, it seems he was just startled for nothing.

  There were too many people waiting in line outside, and by the time it was almost lunchtime, Ding Lingxiu's turn had finally arrived.

  The patient in front of him was a thin, dark-complexioned middle-aged man with an expression that looked very tangled, as if there was something difficult to say. Before entering the door, he still looked around left and right, as if afraid to see familiar people.

  The middle-aged man sat down and didn't directly explain his condition, but instead whispered a few words in the director's ear. The director listened, pushed his glasses up, and his expression changed dramatically, looking at the middle-aged man with a strange gaze.