During the afternoon shift, I kept thinking about planting the Tong Ghost Hand.
Once the Tong Ghost Hand was successfully planted tonight, my sword would have a "sword spirit."
With a spirit in the sword, its rank would naturally rise to another level.
But in the novels I used to read, other people's swords contained either some old alchemy emperor grandpa or a seductive demon empress.
Now that it was my turn, I got a purple-black Tong Ghost Hand—terrifying and creepy...
Of course, this "sword spirit" wasn't that kind of sword spirit.
Planting the Tong Ghost Hand wouldn't make it merge with the Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword. The sword was merely a vessel for the Tong Ghost Hand.
When Uncle Yu called it a "sword spirit," he was only saying it because it sounded smoother and more impressive.
Still, Siam's ancient Tong Sorcery really was wicked and bizarre, enough to make one shudder.
It could use a fragment of a ghost's body to cultivate a horrifying mutated Tong Ghost...
I endured until the end of work, then went to the cafeteria for dinner.
I also waited for Uncle Yu to get off work.
He had to finish preparing dinner before he could leave, so I had to wait a while.
I had barely taken two bites when a female nurse forcefully slammed her tray down in front of me with a bang.
I wondered, I haven't offended anyone from the nursing department, have I?
When I looked up, I saw Li Ru—Sister Li...
Li Ru stared at me with a strange expression, without even blinking.
She sat down right in front of me without saying a word.
She even seemed a little angry...
"Sister Li, w-what's wrong? Who made you mad?"
Li Ru said unhappily, "Who else? You! And I