What the Hell Is This Thing?

As soon as Zhao Yijiu had this idea, the voice of the vengeful ghost on the other end paused.

Then, Zhao Yijiu heard the ghost's somewhat uncertain voice. "What's going on? He can hear me?"

Zhao Yijiu: "..."

This is incredible!

He had lived alongside the vengeful ghost for so many years, and at most he could only sense the ghost's occasional violent emotions and its malice when it tried to seize his consciousness and body. He had always thought that this vengeful ghost was the powerful type, but its mind was not very stable.

I didn't expect it to be able to talk.

"Tsk tsk, so that's what you think of me." The ghost's voice carried a wicked laugh. He seemed unable to control his voice from being heard by Zhao Yijiu. In reality, they were usually one, their thoughts in a state of undetectable but deeply rooted communication, and there was no such thing as a conversation between them.

Perhaps Fear Hospital, the vengeful ghost and Zhao Yijiu were forcibly separated into two independent "personalities." With Yiqing also making some underhanded moves, the current effect was achieved.

Zhao Yijiu frowned almost imperceptibly. He was a very closed-off person, and he was used to the fact that the vengeful ghost was him and he was the vengeful ghost. But now, the vengeful ghost could read his thoughts, which was very annoying.

It has invaded the most private part of his thoughts, things that truly belong to him.

The vengeful ghost had no worries about being eavesdropped on; it was overjoyed, even laughing arrogantly. Its wild and roguish voice made it impossible to picture its appearance, just like its behavior—chaotic and indescribable.

However, there are also abstract words that can describe it.

It was like a cluster of bottomless, layered abysses. What was being spoken was only the first layer. If they continued to explore deeper... Zhao Yijiu began to ache amidst the ghost's laughter.

He realized that the vengeful ghost seemed to have added elements to the sound that he shouldn't be able to hear at his current strength. The laughter gradually became distorted, and countless bizarre colors appeared before his eyes, vivid yet disjointed. The whole world seemed to be torn apart, as did his body.

For a moment, he forgot who he was and where he was. Only a feeling of madness kept growing. He wanted to follow the impulse and sink into madness forever.

In a daze, the laughter became very close. A blurry, pure black figure stood in front of him, taller than average. The surrounding area was filled with fragmented and shifting color blocks, but this figure remained unmoved, even leisurely clutching his stomach, laughing until tears were almost streaming down his face.

The figure laughed, "Hahahaha, you Sheqing Ghost, did your host body know that while you were outwardly helping him, you were secretly making it easier for me to corrupt his companion? This person and I are usually completely one, I had no chance to make a move, but you, you just gave me one! You're really full of lies, how can you trust the friendship of demons... Pathetic, hahahahaha..."

Zhao Yijiu's instincts screamed for help: Don't listen, don't look, don't touch...

But the vengeful ghost had already finished laughing and was walking towards him with undisguised malice.

Where is this place? Zhao Yijiu vaguely wondered, could it be the spiritual world?

Otherwise, how would he have seen what that vengeful ghost looked like?

Don't look.

Don't look...

His remaining rationality kept repeating itself, but unfortunately, it seemed that Yi Qing had indeed opened some kind of channel, and this vengeful ghost was able to show its form in front of him for the first time.

Zhao Yijiu felt himself uncontrollably lifting his head little by little. He saw the vengeful ghost's black pants, black clothes, silver ornaments hanging on the clothes, and a twisted, unidentified object composed of tentacles, eyes, and scales.

His eyes stung, as if an ancient fear had swept over him the moment he saw the ornament.

But he didn't stop; he kept looking up.

He saw a human collarbone and neck, and above that... a face that was all too familiar.

His own face.

His sharp, cold features were devoid of their usual indifference and gloom. Instead, his perpetually pursed lips were exaggeratedly upturned, his eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils seemed to reflect a suspended river of blood. In the face of cruel and terrifying aura that drove people to madness, that smile was so pure, like a red-hot iron branding his soul.

The vengeful ghost used his face to make a morbid yet wild expression, as if to belittle him, and opened its mouth to announce...

"I should be the real Zhao Yijiu, while you were devoured by me when you were a child."

A taut nerve snapped, Zhao Yijiu's head throbbed with pain. At that moment, he felt an overwhelming urge to submit, even to offer his soul to this "self" before him, to be devoured. He... wanted to become it.

But he was someone who had been entangled with vengeful spirits for over a decade, and had developed a certain resistance to this unknown and insane power. After a moment of confusion, he suddenly came to his senses and felt a cold touch on his palm—it was Zhao Mou's wheelchair armrest.

Having found a medium connecting him to reality, Zhao Yijiu calmed down, enduring the intense discomfort in his body and soul. He planned to slowly withdraw from this state, just as he had done when he was previously possessed by the vengeful ghost. He just didn't know if this method would still work now that the vengeful ghost and he had separated into two personalities...

However, the next moment, these negative feelings receded like the tide, along with the pain and trembling.

Zhao Yijiu was a little taken aback when the surrounding scenery quickly returned to normal. He was still walking down the hospital corridor, pushing Zhao Mou's wheelchair, without even stopping.

Yu Xing, Qu Xuanqing, Ren Yi, and Shafuri didn't notice his abnormality, or rather, time seemed to stand still, and everything that had just happened seemed to be just his illusion.

Is it just my imagination?

Just then, after Shafuri finished curing Zhao Mou's poison, she turned her attention to Zhao Yijiu.

She was also quite interested in this aloof young man, Zhao Mou's younger brother. Although their abilities were completely different, he was quite interesting, and she would surely become a dazzling new star in time.

Just as she was about to touch Zhao Yijiu cautiously glanced at her. That glance made Shafuri freeze in place, her beautiful eyes widening involuntarily.

Zhao Yijiu saw herself reflected in Shafuri's pupils.

My own distorted and morbid temperament.

Zhao Yijiu immediately looked away. He understood. It wasn't an illusion. The vengeful ghost had indeed appeared again, and its residual power had already affected this body.

What he just saw...

"The Sheqing Ghost!" A beat later, the ghost's deep voice, filled with resentment and suppressed anger, echoed in his mind. "What are you doing now? Why are you stopping me?"

The sound is normal now; at least Zhao Yijiu won't be led into unknown territory by its voice.

The Sheqing Ghost belongs to the gray-white-black-red-green ghost system, which is the system of some deduction worlds. This vengeful ghost is the same. Zhao Mou analyzed that before escaping from the deduction world, it should belong to a ghost similar to the Cthulhu worldview.

The more you know, the crazier it gets.

For it, a normal appearance and voice could drive anyone who sees it insane or cause anyone who hears it to die.

Zhao Yijiu had always been very careful when dealing with the vengeful spirit within her, but today she was caught off guard when she heard the spirit speak. She was so surprised that she forgot to be on guard and thus fell into a passive and dangerous situation.

In fact, the ghost's voice didn't contain any elements that could drive someone mad in the first few sentences. It probably added that power because it realized that Zhao Yijiu could suddenly hear it.

Now, it seems that the Sheqing Ghost stopped it?

Sure enough, regardless of whether this vengeful ghost is inherently talkative or something else, it certainly doesn't lack malice and ambition.

"Don't think you can pretend nothing happened just because you're ignoring me! Speak up! What's the point of just suppressing me? Once I recover, I'm going to fight you!" The vengeful ghost was still yelling, but Yi Qing's blue mist completely dissipated, as if she was holding back something.

Zhao Yijiu discovered that the vengeful ghost seemed unable to hear what he was thinking.

Yes, Yiqing can open channels, so naturally he can close them, and even change two-way channels into one-way channels.

Yi Qing probably meant no harm and only wanted him to share the burden of the chatterbox's incessant nagging. He didn't expect the chatterbox's ability to be so unpredictable, and it almost caused him real harm.

Zhao Yijiu that he had been holding his breath the whole time, and his back was soaked with cold sweat. Now that he was safe, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense muscles relaxed.

Shafuri came to her senses and thought to herself that this Cold Wine was indeed no pushover. Someone who could reveal such a powerful aura was probably pretending to be weak while actually being strong. She gently placed her hand on the back of Zhao Yijiu, and after absorbing the toxins she had released, she withdrew her hand without delay.

Ren Yi now leading the way. He knows the dean best, and we'll have to rely on him to find out the truth. He told everyone to go and rescue the dean first. After that, the perpetrator would come out and kill someone, then sound the alarm and proceed to the identification phase. They would vote Han Yan out to stabilize the situation for now.

The truth can only surface at dusk. We've used everything we can in the dark mode to end this as quickly as possible.

The group walked at a brisk pace toward the fourth floor, while Yu Xing lagged behind, her hand touching the Sheqing Dreamscape hanging at her waist.

From the very beginning, the dagger had been trembling, but since Yi Qing wasn't inside it, it could only express its meaning in this incomprehensible way.

Is Yi Qing using some kind of power?

Yu Xing couldn't help but glance at Zhao Yijiu, and sure enough, she found that this guy's temperament was a bit off. From behind, he looked like a completely different person.

Possessed by a vengeful ghost again? With Yi Qing watching, this shouldn't be the case.

Furthermore, Yi Qing didn't even show herself in front of him, so it shouldn't be anything serious. What was the dagger and what was Yi Qing trying to convey?

The system restricted Yi Qing from speaking, and this restricted speaking at all levels, even thought transmission was not allowed. Yu Xing could not hear Yi Qing's voice at all.

Yu Xing approached Zhao Yijiu, the dagger fell silent, and the invisible blue mist suddenly surged.

Yi Qing finally came up with a solution. His phantom emerged from Zhao Yijiu's body, and then the green mist turned into wisps of smoke, weaving in Yu Xing's vision.

With the Sheqing Ghost's precise control over the green mist, these tobacco strands were quickly woven into the shape of characters.

[Zhao Yijiu's ability is so strange, I almost let him exploit a loophole, what the hell is this?]

Goodness!

Yu Xing wanted to give Yi Qing a thumbs up for her wit, but he also didn't know how to explain Yi Qing's question that came from the bottom of her heart.

Yi Qing had only recently emerged from his own deduced world and hadn't yet had time to learn about the various systems of ghosts in the real world, including the monsters of the Ke type, which was quite difficult to understand.

Zhao Mou had told him that the vengeful spirit inside Zhao Yijiu was somewhat similar to the Ke-type, but there were still fundamental differences. In general, it was very strange and difficult to describe. He didn't know if Yi Qing, this old-fashioned person, could understand it.

Fortunately, Yi Qing didn't dwell on the issue too much. He quickly used the green smoke to weave a few more sentences, roughly explaining the situation to Yu Xing. He was incredibly fast, as if something was chasing after him.

Yu Xing had a general idea of what Zhao Yijiu had just experienced, but before she could reply, a system notification appeared.

[A special communication method has been detected from the Sheqing Ghost. This is now restricted and disabled in this simulation.]

Yu Xing: "..."

The blue mist, forcibly dispersed. "..."

It seems that Yiqing is already very familiar with the system's limitations and anticipated its arrival.

Yu Xing touched the tip of his nose somewhat guiltily. After Zhao Yijiu regained his senses, the task of lifting Zhao Mou, wheelchair and all, up became Zhao Yijiu's. He silently lent a hand, then whispered to Zhao Yijiu, "Sorry for troubling you."

Normally, this would be a standard template for polite conversation, but only Zhao Yijiu knew that this "causing trouble" really meant causing trouble, and there was no misunderstanding whatsoever.

He calmed his heart, which was pounding wildly from the involuntary fear he had just experienced, and nodded slightly, acknowledging Yu Xing's apology on behalf of Yi Qing.

However, the figure seen in the "mental world," that sickly-looking face of his own, will likely remain exceptionally clear for years to come, and he might even dream of it in his nightmares.

I'm quite annoyed.

Soon, they arrived at the fourth floor. Ren Yi had taken out a piece of paper at some point, which was covered with dense notes, all of which were clues he had accumulated from his two patterns.

Ren Yi glanced back, his gaze towards Yu Xing particularly complex. He had only invited Yu Xing join him because Zeng Lai had been boasting about her to him, hoping to take the opportunity to see Yu Xing's abilities. Who knew so many people would show up in the end?

"Following the previous pattern, the dean will be captured by the ghost in the ICU on the fourth floor. If you want to save someone, you just need to go to the ICU and stop the ghost." Ren Yi said with a blank expression and a calm tone.

"But to find the truth, you need to go to the dean's office when he's dying; there you'll find a diary that wasn't there before."

"So, split into two groups. A few people will go to stop the ghosts, remembering to wait until the dean is on the verge of death before making a move. The rest of you will stay with me in the dean's office."

That's like a walkthrough for getting the true ending in a video Yugi.