Twenty-two curses of the ancient tomb

  That foul smell seemed to be emanating from the shaman's body. Su Yingzhen's mind flashed with a terrible answer, and she involuntarily turned her head back, her eyes scanning the shaman several times like X-rays, but found nothing out of place. Was it just that she was being too suspicious? She tried to calm herself down, but the smell kept pulling her heart up, her hand secretly reaching under the pillow while keeping an eye on the shaman.

  The goddess seemed to be secretly peeking at her too, staring at her hand reaching for the pillow, and her eyes sparkled like sparks.

  "What are you holding?"

  "I didn't..." Su Yingzhen tried to make herself look calm, but her trembling and panicked voice betrayed her. Just as she stood up, the shaman suddenly pounced on her and snatched the peach wood dagger from her hand. In the struggle, the wound reopened, and blood seeped through her collar, Su Yingzhen's eyes turned black, feeling like she was about to fall down at any moment, hurriedly grasping the bed railing for support.

  The witch suddenly let out a mournful and eerie cry, her face filled with terror as she stared at the blood on her hands. She backed away repeatedly, her hands like burning candles, rapidly melting away. The witch's body collapsed to the ground, covered in corpse spots, her eyes already rotten, the eyeballs deeply sunken inside, having been dead for several days.

  The ward was filled with an eerie and deadly atmosphere.

  Su Yingzhen pressed down on her wound and struggled towards the door. She wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

  The door was gently opened by her, and Su Yingzhen cautiously looked around the corridor. The corridor was quiet, as if it were midnight, gloomy and depressing. There was no hustle and bustle that should have been at this time. Patients, nurses, and visiting guests were all gone. It seemed as if no one had ever lived here, giving people a sense of being in a tomb, eerie and desolate.

  A dismal and prolonged scream echoed from the end of the corridor, causing Su Ying's heart to panic, her heart racing uncontrollably, and the accelerated blood flow caused the wound to bleed continuously.

  After the mournful cry, a dull thud was heard, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground. Then, the world sank into an endless silence once again.

  Su Yingzhen's heart was filled with countless question marks, and she slowly, slowly moved towards the direction of the sound.

  The corridor echoed with her light footsteps as she walked barefoot. Wait, how could such a light sound cause an echo? Could it be...?, she turned around in terror, but there was no one behind her. She took a step, and the soft footsteps that were half a beat slower than hers sounded again from behind, and when she stopped, the suspicious sound also stopped abruptly. The repeated torture had driven Su Yingzhen's heart to the brink of fear.

  Su Yingzhen was deeply enveloped in a chilling aura that pierced to the bone, as if standing naked in the icy snow on a winter's day, shivering with fear.

  After much difficulty, she finally reached the door of the ward where the mournful cries were coming from. She took a deep breath and tried her best to control her emotions, slowly, slowly pushing open the door as if afraid of startling the devil inside.

  The door opened, and four nurses blocked the entrance, as if they had been waiting for her. Su Yingzhen saw through the gap that a man wearing a hospital gown was lying on the ground, his whole body blackened, with smoke coming out of his mouth, staring at him with a pair of eyes, dead.

  Su Yingzhen suddenly felt afraid and wanted to leave urgently. The four nurses surrounded her, one of them holding a bottle of medicine, with a mechanical smile saying "it's your turn". Su Yingzhen stared straight at the medicine in the bottle, which seemed to be boiling water bubbling over. She really wanted to run, but her feet didn't move. The four nurses smiled foolishly and reached out to grab her. Instinctively, she swung the peach wood dagger that was stained with her own blood towards them, a red light flashed, and a huge fire suddenly appeared, engulfing the four nurses inside. Terrifying screams came from the fire, as the four nurses struggled in agony. Su Yingzhen's mouth opened wide in shock, tensely gazing at the horrific scene before her, with a sudden realization.

  Suddenly a hand patted her shoulder lightly, Su Yingzhen was startled and jumped up, let out a loud cry, turned around, closed her eyes and stabbed wildly with her dagger.

  "It's me." The hand holding the dagger was caught by a warm and large hand, which had a calming effect. Su Ying opened her eyes to see Xue Pinhan and the others standing in front of her, and like a lost child who had found their relatives, she burst into tears. Xue Pinhan held her in his arms, gently patting her back to comfort her.

  A wave of charred flesh and stench flowed through the air, four nurses had been burned to nothing but ashes, their clothes were scattered on the ground intact, only wisps of smoke slowly rising from the clothes and gradually dispersing.

  Five people looked at the scene in front of them with horror. Xue Pinhan remained calm and composed, trying to maintain his usual demeanor. If he panicked now, the others would only be more frightened and lose their footing.

  "We'll leave first." The other four people followed his command and turned around, the corridor was suddenly filled with people at some point, each of them had a dull expression, taking mechanical steps towards them one by one, just like zombies.

  Xue Pinhan handed Su Yingzhen over to Old Yang, and he and Shen Zhiyuan Dong Yiqi blocked their attack. The group of people seemed to be completely fearless of pain, no matter how they were beaten, there was no reaction, but instead became more powerful, gradually, Xue Pinhan and the others were at a disadvantage. Suddenly, Old Yang shouted loudly, the male patient who had just died on the ground was pulling Su Yingzhen out from Old Yang's arms.

  Xue Pinhan rushed over and flung the man out with great force, rescuing Su Yingzhen. Outside the door, expressionless zombies were about to surge in. Dong Yiqi panted heavily and shouted: "Boss, we can't hold on any longer!"

  Xue Pinhan let out a loud roar and charged into the zombie crowd, his body surrounded by a white aura, emitting a righteous energy. The faces of the undead, devoid of emotions, suddenly showed a hint of fear, and they stopped their attack.

  "Quickly, leave from the safe passage." Xue Pinhan commanded. Old Yang supported Su Yingzhen as they retreated backwards.

  A group of people ran to the safe passage, where a large crowd of zombies were also crawling up step by step. Turning their heads back, the zombie horde that had temporarily stopped attacking earlier was also closing in. Xue Pinhan and his companions were surrounded, it seemed they would not escape today's calamity.

  Su Yingzhen struggled to wipe the blood from her chest onto the dagger and handed it to Xue Pinhan: "Quick, use this!"

  Xue Pinhan let out a loud shout and charged into the zombie crowd. The peach wood dagger flashed with red light wherever it went, like sunlight piercing through layers of fog, dispelling the haze. As if the zombies' dull eyes regained their consciousness, they looked around in confusion.

  Xue Pinhan carried Su Yingzhen out of the crowd. Once they exited the hospital gates, the dark aura surrounding the hospital was gone, and warm sunlight poured down happily.

  "We finally managed to escape." Old Yang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling relieved.

  "Have you found the silver bottle?"

  Xue Pinhan nodded: "Found. And Shen Zhiyuan also found that Li Suozhang's two children who settled abroad were doing business and both lost money, and Li Suozhang had been sending them large sums of money over the years."

  Dong Yi Qi also came over: "Zhen Zhen, it turns out that dagger needs your blood to activate it, no wonder that old woman wanted to give it to you!"

  Su Yingzhen raised her head to look into the distance, in the southwest, dark clouds were pressing down, there, was exactly the direction where Huaihua Village was located. A strong sense of foreboding surged up in her heart: "Quickly, quickly go to Huaihua Village!"

  Lao Yang drove the car very fast, and when they were approaching Huaihua Village, rows of new graves appeared on both sides of the road. The air was filled with the smell of burning paper money and incense sticks. Su Yingzhen suddenly felt tense for no reason.

  The car screeched to a halt and died. Four men got out to take a look around.

  "It's strange, the oil is full and there's no problem at all, how did it stall?" Old Yang muttered to himself, suddenly realizing something, his face changed color, and the other three also had a solemn expression.

  Suddenly, a cold and fierce gust of wind blew up, wailing and howling, bringing with it the mournful cries of ghosts that pounced on them. The paper money on the grave was blown into a mad whirlwind, swirling upwards towards the sky, then scattering in all directions. A dark mist rose from the ground like a tidal wave, quickly engulfing them. The sky turned gloomy and dark, the bright sunlight disappeared, replaced by the faint, flickering ghostly flames that danced fitfully in the wind.

  Su Yingzhen hastily turned on the car lights, and the dim yellow light emitted a strange glow, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

  A heavy, plodding sound echoed through the dense fog: "Thud, thud, thud". Monotonous and mechanical, it drew closer and closer, making one increasingly uneasy and frightened in the inky blackness.

  Xue Pinhan held his breath, motionless and tense, staring in the direction of the sound. A group of people covered in blood gradually emerged from the black fog, with missing arms and legs, some with only half a head, their eyes empty and devoid of emotion, exuding a chilling aura, like ghosts from hell walking stiffly towards them. His heart involuntarily skipped a beat as they completely ignored Xue Pinhan and the others, surrounding the car and pushing it towards the cliff with all their might.

  Su Yingzhen's incessant shrieks and brandishing of the peach wood dagger were futile in the enclosed car, where the dagger's power could not penetrate.

  Seeing the danger, Xue Pinhan picked up a stone and smashed it towards the car window with all his might. "With a loud crash, the car glass shattered completely, and red light shot out from inside. Wherever it reached, flames soared to the sky, and those ghostly spirits dissolved like ice. The fierce wind also stopped howling immediately.

  The car had already rolled halfway down the cliff, its body swaying up and down like a seesaw. The four men from the criminal investigation team held down the rear of the car with all their might, while Xue Pinhan shouted loudly: "Zhen Zhen, climb to the back seat first!"

  Su Yingzhen was already frightened, crying and crawling, every move made the car body sway constantly, Su Yingzhen was so scared that she didn't dare to move. The car slowly slid downwards, the wheels grinding and rolling up dust making a rustling sound, as if the footsteps of death were gradually approaching...