Yang Yong felt the backpack on his back.
The backpack was still there, and the medicine inside was intact.
In other words, this wasn't an illusion...
They had really entered the hospital's Ghost Domain.
In an instant, goosebumps sprang up across Yang Yong's back.
It felt as though countless invisible, icy fingers were reaching out of the air from every direction, resting lightly on his skin.
"What do we do now?"
Everyone gathered around.
Xiao Xuan's voice was choked with tears. Even the usually fearless Zheng Xiaofeng pressed his lips tight, his eyes holding a gravity they had never shown before.
Xiao Wei came stumbling from the far end of the corridor, his legs weak, nearly falling headfirst.
Yet the nurse ghost that had been chasing him stopped at the end of the corridor.
It turned around, walked back to the nurses' station, picked up the pen, lowered its head, and continued writing in the medical records.
The scratching of the pen across paper sounded especially clear in the deathly silent corridor.
It was as though that chase had never happened.
Yang Yong's back grew colder.
He thought of Mang Dabiao.
This snake was far too mysterious. He could even fool that foreign woman's Eerie and emerge from her domain unscathed.
He surely had a way to deal with the Ghost Domain before them.
Yang Yong reached down and shook him at his waist.
Left. Right.
But Mang Dabiao dangled limply as though his backbone had been pulled out, not even bothering to twitch a scale.
Dead drunk.
Unwilling to give up, Yang Yong brought him to his mouth and called softly, "Look, a pretty woman."
The snake's body didn't budge.
Even his breathing remained unchanged.
Yang Yong's heart sank.
He really had drunk himself into a blackout.
Unable to