Chapter 237 Zhao Gongming... is here!
When Yang He's consciousness returned to the third prince, it happened to be the afterglow of the sunset, and at most two or three quarters of an hour, the night would come.
He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, witnessing his godson sacrifice to him almost delaying the big deal.
"Senior Brother, are you okay?"
Feng Xuan's voice was anxious, and he reached out to shake in front of Yang He's eyes.
Yang He's pupils gradually focused, and he nodded and responded, "It's okay, it's still going well at the moment. Success or failure depends on tonight."
Feng Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Nezha afterwards.
Although Yang He's soul was out of his body for only one day, since Nezha recovered, he became obviously impatient and was ready to kill the previous ward to rescue Yang Jian.
It was not until Yang He came back that Nezha's mood was calmed down.
Yang He knew that Nezha was just insecure and had few trusted relatives and friends. If he didn't come forward, Nezha would never choose to cooperate with Feng Xuan and others.
"Senior Brother Nezha, how are you in your current state?"
"Not bad."
Nezha twisted his neck, and his new flesh and blood radiated golden light.
What is the Hunyuan Realm, Hunyuan Integration.
Even if he was not released from the Ghost Realm, Nezha's body had turned into a small world.
Feng Xuan came over and asked, "Senior Brother Longfenghu, we should leave, right? After dark, Ping An Hospital will be completely closed."
"We can't get out by relying solely on our own. We need the right time, place, and people."
Feng Xuan wanted to speak but stopped, but when he saw Nezha's peace of mind and stable cultivation, he had to shut up.
Yang He stopped talking and communicated with the eyeworms distributed in the hospital.
Perhaps the dean is indeed the descendant of the corpse Taoist boy, but it does not mean that evil spirits can communicate, and there is no need to expect the godson to recognize each other.
Yang He narrowed his eyes. If he wanted to escape unstoppably, he had to lead Zhao Gongming to the hospital. After all, he was facing Zhao Gongming's death directly outside, and it was likely that the existence of the flesh and blood Taoist temple would be exposed.
He also needs to ask Zhao Gongming to do a small favor and open the door to the outside world from the hospital.
Whether the plan can be successful depends mainly on whether Zhao Gongming gives face.
After all, no one can guess what an immortal is thinking. If Zhao Gongming doesn't care about his fellow disciples, he doesn't care about Taiyi Zhenren...
"When it comes to the Twelve Golden Immortals, Zhao Gongming cannot remain indifferent."
Time passes, and the dim night is about to cover Ping An Hospital.
"Here you come."
Yang He felt something, and five monks appeared in the hall.
The five people were naturally the monks of the Jie Cult led by Teng Hanfei. They had just left Ward No. 1 and were preparing to meet with the other fellow practitioners.
The noise was gradually swallowed up by the darkness.
Instead, there is a suffocating silence.
The lights flickered and the patients disappeared, and even the surrounding streets rarely passed by, Ping An Hospital became gloomy and terrifying.
Teng Hanfei frowned and asked, "Have you had something to delay?"
"I don't know very well, I haven't received any comments."
"Can it be the true teaching of the Ancient Sect..."
"A group of patients who are about to be tortured crazy. Even if they recover their memory, they may not threaten us."
"Wait for another quarter of an hour."
Bang bang bang bang.
Some windows closed without warning, and the extremely rich yin energy floated away. Now Ping An Hospital is considered a ghost domain.
Teng Hanfei felt inexplicably uneasy, and his brows became tighter and tighter.
However.
Even though the hospital gate was closed, no one could walk out.
On the contrary, the few people who accidentally entered the morgue were gradually cut off their vitality. They did not convey any news before their death, and the situation was obviously out of control.
Teng Hanfei's face was extremely solemn. After informing Zhao Gongming about the situation, he chose to wait outside the hospital and could support his fellow workers at any time.
Yang He saw it, but he did not finish the sect monks in Ward No. 17.
It can be delayed for a while.
Feng Xuan noticed Yang He's nervousness, but he didn't know that the latter was plotting against Zhao Gongming.
Before we knew it, when it was late at night, the three of them heard familiar sounds again, which were the elevators connecting each floor.
Dingdong.
Yang He summoned Baoguling to protect his body and stared at the door.
Nezha was playing with the fire spear, secretly accumulating karma.
The door was pushed open.
Three figures appeared in front of him, namely Huang Tianhua, Yang Ren and Tu Xingsun.
Tu Xingsun was over one meter tall and chattered as soon as he showed up, "Dragon-bearded tiger, right? Master Dao will not take risks..."
Whoosh.
He was so scared that he was sweating heavily, and the fire-sharp gun had already reached his neck.
Nezha sneered and said, "Tu Xingsun, how dare you threaten us?"
Yang Ren once worked in Dashang. The oldest of the five people, with a gentle and elegant appearance. When he saw the atmosphere was tense, he immediately stood up to smooth things over.
"Junior Brother Nezha, don't be impulsive. Although Tu Xingsun is reckless, he is a disciple of our fellow disciples of the Academic Sect and is even more afraid of being Sun's uncle. You and I should put the overall situation first."
Tu Xingsun curled his lips and stopped talking.
Nezha sneered and took back the fire spear, and the karma fire went out, then turned to look at Yang He, with a sense of inquiry in his eyes.
Yang He communicated with the ghost of pupils, and the monks of the Jie Sect in Ward No. 17 were killed one after another.
However, he left a moment to inform Teng Hanfei for a few people other than Tian Jin, mainly to convey the news that Taiyi Zhenren was present.
Even if the news seems true or false, Zhao Gongming should not let it go.
"Pretending to be a ghost." Tu Xingsun couldn't help but mutter.
"Let's go, go to Ward No. 1 immediately."
Everyone entered the elevator, but the rest were still confused.
Yang He said lightly: "Don't blame me for not reminding me. He... is coming to the hospital, so we won't have much time left."
"Who?" Yang Ren frowned slightly, his hands in his eyes stretched out slightly, as if he wanted to peek into the profound meaning of Yang He's words through his supernatural powers.
"Zhao."
As soon as the word came out, everyone's faces changed drastically.
Yang Ren's hands trembled, his eyes full of shock.
"You're attracting it? Are you crazy?!!"
Tu Xingsun widened his eyes and couldn't help but whisper, "What are you thinking about? He... If he comes, will we still have a way out?"
After thinking, Yang Ren said, "I know what Junior Brother Longzhuhu means. If he is outside the hospital, any action will be useless. Only by attracting a glimmer of life in the hospital."
Nezha snorted coldly and the fire of karma appeared at the tip of the gun: "So what about the senior brother of Jie Sect? If you come, fight, why be timid?"
Tu Xingsun nodded and understood that Yang He had considered all aspects.
Yang He swept over the four people, "At the same time, the Ten Abysses will sooner or later become a battlefield for immortal fighting. We can only hold a group to keep warm, so Yang Jian must save him."
He paused for a moment, "As for the other brothers, let's make plans after getting out of trouble."
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Dingdong.
The elevator swayed slightly and stopped on the floor of Ward No. 1.
Before the door was fully opened, the temperature began to drop sharply.
Yang He reminded: "Jie Sect has been setting up magic circles outside Yang Jian's ward. He is likely to have lost his mind and must subdue him as soon as possible so that we can escape unscathed."
Tu Xingsun spat in his palm, rubbed his hands, and the yin energy enveloped everyone.
He said in a serious tone: "Hey, it's true that there is malicious intention!"
Just as the elevator door opened, Tu Xingsun's earth move technique suddenly activated, forcibly moving everyone half a meter away.
The knife light flashed by, leaving deep marks on the wall.
The baby's cry sounded.
Everyone looked at the sound and saw a large amount of turbid amniotic fluid seeping out of the cracks in the door, flowing slowly along the ground of the corridor.
In the ward, a huge baby was curled up in the corner.
He is twenty or thirty meters tall, has a purple skin and a raised blood vessel. According to the nameplate outside the door, it is engraved with giant infantile disease.
"What the hell thing!!"
The giant baby has three eyes, and the fingernails are slashed with countless sword lights.
The spiritual patterns engraved by Teng Hanfei on the wall are already in danger. No wonder they come to visit every day to strengthen the magic circle.
"Senior Brother Yang Jian, offended."
Huang Tianhua pulled out his spear from his spine, and the ghost realm enveloped a small area.
Nezha stepped on his feet and drove the Wind Turbine Wheel around the giant baby.
Yang He was limited by the narrow place and was afraid that the noise would be too loud, so he controlled the ghost of the pupil to restrain the breath of everyone as much as possible.
The giant baby's third eye opened, and everyone's figures appeared in his scarlet pupils.
It roared with anger, and the knife light scratched from its fingernails condensed into substance in the air, turning into thousands of blood-colored crescent moons and swept across!
The wall completely collapsed and amniotic fluid swept over.
"Retreat!" Huang Tianhua shouted loudly, and the spear in his hand waved his tail like a dragon.
Nezha took the opportunity to jump to the shoulder of the giant baby, and the fire-tip gun wrapped around the karma fire and stabbed him behind his ear.
Yang He's pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw a ball of beating golden light on the giant baby's sky spiritual cover. It was Yang Jian's residual consciousness manifestation.
"Tu Xingsun! The shaking position is seven feet!" Yang Ren estimated the position.
Tu Xingsun flashed, and when he appeared again, he had already climbed on the back of the giant baby.
He and Nezha locked the giant baby's hands and feet, one on the left and one on the right.
Yang He thought, and the overwhelming eye worms penetrated into the giant baby's mouth, and forty or fifty memorial pills released their medicinal power without any money.
Feng Xuan kept playing soy sauce, but at this moment he had a miraculous effect.
The shadow of his feet wrapped around the giant baby and pulled Yang Jian's consciousness into his dream.
Snoring soundly.
The giant baby fell into a deep sleep.
Yang He activated the Baoguling, and hundreds of heads dragged the giant baby to block it at the bottom.
Yang Ren gasped and fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. "Junior Brother Long Beard Tiger, do you still have any surplus time? I recognize a fellow man here, named Yin Hong."
"It's too late, Zhao Gongming... has arrived."
The frequency of Yang Heling's surge is increasing. Although the hospital is still silent, the invisible sense of oppression is becoming stronger and stronger.
Tu Xingsun was so scared that his legs became weak, "We removed the ward, but the evil spirit did not react at all. This is not right! They must be guarding against Zhao... Zhao Gongming!!"
The five people rushed into the elevator without waiting for their spiritual consciousness to communicate.
Suddenly, dense texts were revealed everywhere.
It's all Zhao.
Zhao Gongming's ghost domain is obviously turning against the enemy and trying to suppress Ping An Hospital.
"Oh my god!"
Tu Xingsun screamed in disobedience, "A Daluo Jinxian guards us mundanes, Zhao Gongming doesn't even want his face!!"
"No, I'm afraid I'll hit the gun when I go out now."
Yang He hesitated for a moment and directly changed the yellow paper of the elevator into a corpse burning room.
Click.
The elevator sank hard, as if it would collapse at any time, with blood surging out from the cracks, mixed with some unknown wreckage.
Dingdong.
The elevator opened, and what caught my eye was the pile of gravel.
The burning corpse has collapsed.
"Junior Brother Long Beard Tiger, aren't you very familiar with this place? Find a back door..."
"Shut up!!"
Yang He stared at Lingshi and determined Zhao Gongming's position through the increase.
(This chapter ends)