The elevator doors slowly opened. Time seemed to stop in that instant as everyone's gaze turned toward the man stepping out—including the beckoning ghost, whose head had twisted a hundred and eighty degrees to look behind her.
"Gurgle."
Tang Qisheng noticed the clapping ghost's throat bob. She'd actually swallowed. The next moment, the beckoning ghost shoved aside several people in her way and bolted into the distance.
As the hospital's second-most powerful being, after the dean, she could fully sense how intimidating the newcomer was. With that one strike just now, she could have killed everyone there, including Tang Qisheng, who possessed the dean's eye. But she hadn't. She'd feared that doing so would provoke the newcomer's frenzied retaliation. Since she hadn't harmed them, he had no reason to fight her to the death. Both sides had backed down. It was a perfectly reasonable outcome.
But she hadn't noticed that the moment she took off running, the figure inside the elevator had dissolved into a cloud of black mist.
When he reappeared in everyone's view, he was holding a bloodstained lab coat. He shook it out in front of them, and a pair of severed hands fell from it. Zhu Jie's eye twitched at the sight. She knew that even if the ghost survived, she'd never get another chance to beckon or clap.
"How are you? What happened to that monster?" A clapping ghost wasn't worth worrying about. Jiang Cheng was concerned about the entrance inside the vat, which connected to another world, and the terrifying monster beyond it. That had to be Zhusheng Niangniang, the one Li Bai and Yao Shunyu had mentioned.
Using the lab coat to wipe the blood from his blade, Wu sheathed it with a backhanded motion. "I drove her back. The entrance closed shortly