The Ballad of a Certain Being

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The heels of high heels struck the empty corridor, their echoes faintly reverberating from the glass doors that shut out the sounds of people, all the way to the corridor's shadowy depths.

Yu Xing's head drooped limply, his entire weight resting on the female nurse's arm. Her icy body temperature seeped through the thin fabric of her uniform, occasionally brushing against Yu Xing's neck and bringing a chilling cold.

The air was far too cold. Even Yu Xing, who no longer feared the cold, shivered at the temperature, which felt like an ice cave.

Back in the lobby, Yu Xing hadn't heard the same thing Zhang Yu had, but he could feel a terrifying presence directing its gaze this way and saying something to Zhang Yu.

The instant his Spiritual Sense stirred, he made the branches withdraw completely into another dimension, severing their connection to the plane he was in to keep them from being discovered.

But afterward, the feeling of being watched clung to him like a shadow and never went away. It reminded Yu Xing that Nanshui Town had an "Evil God" as its symbol. Perhaps the hospital was closely connected to that symbol, and the Evil God didn't trust an anomaly like him entering?

In any case, unwilling to let that gaze detect anything, Yu Xing had now completely given up on sight, relying entirely on hearing, smell, and touch.

But he couldn't hear the nurse breathing, nor could he smell the disinfectant a hospital should have. Now, he couldn't even sense the atmosphere of a hospital.

He could only tell from the nurse's movements that she had led him out of the lobby and into an empty corridor, where the surroundings had suddenly changed.

If the hospital lobby had managed to maintain some semblance