Once I had gone a little farther inside, the place that had once been bustling was beyond recognition. It was filthy everywhere, with plenty of brown bloodstains still smeared across the walls and floor. [Flame^Text^Bookstore] It looked as though it had been through a bloody battle.
A thick stench drifted from inside the security booth. That familiar odor of decay immediately made me think of the smell of a human corpse.
I did not even dare look. I had been to the conference hospital several times and knew it like the back of my hand. As I headed that way, I spotted a ** severed limb at the far end of the haystack. Countless maggots writhed over it, devouring the corpse.
Everything here had actually been destroyed. What had made the Arcane Sect Aristocratic Clan abandon this place outright? Judging by the looks of it, the owner of the corpse had not been dead for long. Otherwise, if the Aristocratic Clan had not intervened, the authorities would have sent Arcane Police to exterminate the ghosts.
If the Arcane Police could not handle it, was there not still the Daoist Sect? That road outside was probably the route they had fled by.
I looked toward the dormitory area. The yin energy there was at its strongest. By contrast, the hospital was relatively normal, and the ghosts inside were not too powerful. I did not use the ghost-summoning art. I was afraid I might summon some terrifying ghost and end up suffering more than I gained.
Inside the hospital, several nurses were busily working. When they saw me arrive, they turned and smiled at me. Those scarlet lips and pale faces made me feel an overwhelming "enthusiasm." What the hell—this place had become a ghost hospital!
A rather pretty female ghost walked