Back in familiar surroundings, I slept soundly.
It was far more comfortable than staying in a hospital and smelling disinfectant, or staying in a hotel and smelling bleach.
In my half-conscious state, I vaguely saw three figures again.
Faintly, I heard several voices whose genders I couldn't make out.
"Ah! Even the swords carry evil energy."
"Won't he go down the wrong path?"
"..."
By the time I opened my eyes and woke up, it was already past four in the afternoon.
Thinking back on that "dream," I knew it hadn't been a dream. The senior brothers and sisters next door had come over.
After all, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened.
When they said the swords carried evil energy, they were either referring to the Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword or the Fish Bone Sword.
As for going down the wrong path, I didn't think so.
I was walking my own path.
I checked the time and saw that it was getting late, so I called the hospital.
I'd been on leave for so long that I had to let them know. I had to go back to work tomorrow, after all.
The call connected quickly.
Director Deng answered. He sounded a little surprised to receive my call and spoke before I could say anything.
"Jiang Ning, is your gastroenteritis better?"
Gastroenteritis?
Only then did I realize that I'd been listed as taking sick leave these past few days—and for gastroenteritis, at that.
Naturally, I couldn't tell Director Deng the truth—that I'd gone after a demonic Taoist and killed evil ghosts.
So I simply nodded toward the other end of the phone.
"Yeah, it was a little serious this time. But it's stable now. I can come to work tomorrow."
As soon as Director Deng heard