Once the bulge in the wall disappeared.
The entire Hospital Ward fell utterly silent again.
Looking unwilling to give up, Jiang Chen strode forward with the Yin God Hammer and smashed the wall apart, seemingly trying to dig a Dean Gao out of it.
When that proved fruitless, he sighed regretfully.
"I was speaking so fast just now. I wonder if he could remember it all. He's mentally ill-could his memory be a little poor? No, I need to leave my contact information."
As he spoke, he took out a waterproof bag containing a photocopy of his ID, his address, his birth date and time, a two-inch photo, and other things.
After writing "For Dean Gao's eyes only" on it and choosing a spot to leave it.
Only then did Jiang Chen clap his hands in satisfaction. He glanced at the mental patients and waved grandly. "Let's go!"
He had all the bearing of a leader.
Not a single ghost dared ask another question. They all followed of their own accord.
"Don't be afraid, everyone. The hospital is gone, and you've lost your home. I understand how you feel."
"I'll help you find a new home."
"Somewhere you can spend the rest of your lives in peace, without having to worry about anything!"
He offered them some words of comfort.
Beside him, Wu Tong's mouth twitched violently as she pretended not to have seen the message Jiang Chen had just typed and sent to Qiu Hong.
"How many beds are left in the Netherworld's eighteen levels of Purgatory?"
"So by spending the rest of their lives in peace, you meant locking them all up? Ghost Qi +999!"
They went down to the garage and picked three cars that still ran. After driving out of the mountain hollow, they checked the