Chapter 243 Twelve Patients
Yang He looked into the depths of the corridor with a solemn expression.
With heavy steps, accompanied by the sound of iron chains dragging, a hunched and bloated figure was slowly coming from the end of the corridor.
When his mind moved, the ground was filled with subtle ups and downs.
Crack.
The magic circle that trapped Yang He suddenly moved several meters to the corner, and at the same time, the decoration of the hall changed, which could block the corridor at any time.
Although he controls some hospitals, his strength is still strong on the outside and the middle, which is only equivalent to the level of evil spirits. Once he leaves the bottom of the hospital, he will become a weak and powerless old man.
Otherwise, there is no need to rely on other evil spirits to deal with the monks of the Jie Cult.
"Father..."
As the figure approached, Yang He immediately recognized the person and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The other party was Doctor Mo who had met in the burning corpse, but Doctor Mo was in extremely bad condition, only half a step away from dying.
Dr. Mo was wearing a white coat and his skin appeared an unnatural blue-gray color, as if he was soaked in formalin for a long time.
There was a deep bone-visible wound on his chest that almost penetrated the front and back.
There are still bone spurs growing wildly around the wound. You can tell at a glance that they are whip marks, and their internal organs have turned into fragments.
"Father, you... are finally back. It's all my fault that I didn't protect the hospital."
Yang He could sense that in addition to Doctor Mo, there were three evil spirits about to be resurrected, and they were once Yang Sanlang's right-hand man.
Or, offspring?
Doctor Mo's ability is to burn corpses, and he can refine corpses into ghouls.
However, because Yang Sanlang wanted to sacrifice to the corpse Taoist boy, the corpse ghosts were not retained in Ping'an Hospital, which led to the ghost realm being out of control.
"How is your injury?"
Doctor Mo knelt respectfully on the ground, his voice hoarse: "Thank you for your concern. That man destroyed my body with a whip, and the burning corpse had collapsed. Fortunately, he saved the elevator."
What he mentioned was naturally Zhao Gongming. Among the treasures held by Zhao Gongming, the most famous one was the Sea-Shenzhen Divine Whip.
Yang He didn't expect that the corpse Taoist boy could act as a formation eye and could also make his children and grandchildren.
At this time, cracks on the ground spread, the magic circle began to tremble violently, the high temperature emitted decreased little by little, and it would obviously collapse at any time.
It seemed that Yang He was about to escape, and the movement on the ceiling became more and more intense.
More than a dozen evil heads poked out from the crack.
Yang He ignored it. Yang Sanlang should do it again to control Ping An Hospital. He just came to accommodate twelve incarnations.
"Father! They are coming again!!"
Doctor Mo's facial features were distorted, and he was full of resentment towards the monks of the Jie Sect.
The moment the magic array completely failed, it emitted a brilliant light, lasting only half a breath, but the strange phenomena caused were extremely dazzling in the night.
"Come on."
Yang He walked out with a staggering pace. More than a dozen people had already surrounded Ping An Hospital, all of whom were the monks of the Jie Cult from nearby blocks.
"No need to worry, they dare not enter Ping An Hospital for the time being.
Yang He was not surprised too much. Even if he killed someone with a knife, he would inevitably offend the Interceptor Sect.
The Jiejiao cannot ignore the casualties of Ping An Hospital, but most of their manpower is concentrated in the subway station. At most, after the daytime, a few people will be sent to the hospital to test it.
Zhao Gongming is even more unlikely to intervene, and Daluo Jinxian will not be a nanny for outer disciples.
Unless they are allowed to detect Yang He's intentions.
"Zhao Gongming could not have guessed that I could return to Ping'an Hospital quietly, and even refined twelve incarnations."
"The Twelve Golden Immortals are really unreliable."
"But I'm still doing it very well."
Yang He estimated that the Twelve Golden Immortals would consider entering the Ten Absolute Formation after the defeat of the Syndrome.
As a result, he led several true teachings and escaped from Zhao Gongming. He persisted until three expansions, and the twelve golden immortals were completely ruined.
"I'll prepare you for the incarnation to take over the body. It's not too much to be called the best disciple."
"Huh?"
Yang He's spiritual vision was throbbing, and presbyopia looked out the door and found that the rain had turned into water vapor before it even landed.
The monks of the Jie Cult are far away from the smoke and dust, and can vaguely see a man standing inside.
"Father, that person...is very powerful."
"Yeah."
Yang He felt nervous, and his first reaction was Luo Xuan.
But according to the frequency of spiritual vision growth, the other party is not an immortal, and its strength should be above Guixu Realm, and the magic array is arranged by the other party.
Who is this person’s background?
Disciple Luo Xuan?
No, Luo Xuan is all alone in the original work.
The other party noticed Yang He's judgment of the situation, and there was a fire in his mouth and nose. He said in anger, "I dare to break my fire and join the formation. Today I will refine you to ashes!"
"Design!!!"
"Father, we..."
Dr. Mo was full of worry. Firewood was burning outside the walls of the hospital, and there was no need to engrave spiritual patterns, and a large array had been formed.
"Don't worry."
Yang He looked straight at the fire for a long time, his eyes stinged, and he understood that there was not much time left for him. "Well, is there a room at the bottom of Ping An Hospital where patients can be placed."
"Father, right in the emergency room."
Doctor Mo hurriedly led the way in front and then disappeared into the corner of the corridor.
The bottom floor of the hospital was still dilapidated, but after returning to Yang He's control, at least one candlelight illuminated and the tiny cracks healed.
Yang He kept stuffing pills into his mouth, seizing control of the hospital through the medicine, and then sensed the traces of the other descendants.
They were extremely miserable to stop Zhao Gongming from his death.
The four sons have different abilities. Dr. Zhang is responsible for the admission of the patient. By recording case reports, the living person can experience various symptoms and become a half-human and half-ghost evil spirit.
"Here."
The emergency room was ruined, with thick blood and dirt battered on the wall.
Yang He pushed open the door of the emergency room and a strong smell of blood came to his face. The house was covered with blood and flesh, and corpses that were almost exactly the same as Dr. Zhang were piled up in the corner.
Most of the corpses were killed by sharp weapons, and they were from Zhao Gongming's Golden Dragon Scissors.
Yang He walked slowly closer, and the bodies began to rot one after another. Not long after, his arms covered with knife marks stretched out from it.
Dr. Zhang came alive, but couldn't find his body.
"Father...Dad..."
"You breathe a sigh of relief, I need your help later."
Dr. Zhang nodded excitedly and stood on both sides with Dr. Mo, one left and one right.
Yang He's medicinal power had been consumed, and then he stuffed the remaining elixir into his mouth and controlled the ghost domain to clean the emergency room.
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The blood stains fell off, revealing the snow-white walls, and the twenty hospital beds were arranged neatly.
Bang.
The three-legged tripod fell in front of him.
The temperature rose unconsciously, but it was not because of the three-legged tripod, but because the formation was first taken shape and was roasting Ping An Hospital.
Yang He was not surprised but happy, which showed that the monks of the Jie Cult will not come in rashly.
The cover of the three-legged tripod was lifted, and the corpse smell suddenly filled the stinking, and twelve incarnations poured out, with some similarities between Yang He himself in his eyebrows.
Twelve incarnations lie flat on the hospital bed, and the life span is not a big problem.
"Record their cases."
"Father, you said."
Yang He took a deep breath and bowed respectfully to the incarnation.
"Patient No. 1, Guangchengzi, has a symptom of uncontrolled growth of long hair."
As soon as he finished speaking, the first incarnation twitched, his skin was covered with gullies, and his gray hair and beard grew, showing a Taoist fairy-like style.
"Hiss."
Yang He did not expect that the results would be immediate. It was probably Guangchengzi's Taoist name that was at work.
Guangchengzi's incarnation was still sleeping, and snoring sounds came.
"Patient No. 2, red sperm, has a very high skull temperature. I often feel that my head is burning with five-color flames."
The red sperm is five-color smoke, which can last forever after breathing and vomiting.
Yang He doesn't know how to describe it, and try to combine it with the difficult and complicated diseases I saw in my previous life. As long as half of the twelve incarnations are suitable.
Patient No. 2 groaned in pain, and five-colored smoke came out of his facial features.
"It's really OK."
"Patient No. 3, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, has a natural deformity in the heart, like a lotus."
"Patient No. 4, Taiyi Zhenren, has three arms in nature."
"Patient No. 5, Yu Ding Zhenren, has different blood and shows a golden glow."
"Patient No. 6, Master Lingbao, has a bone that looks like a seal in his body."
"Patient No. 7, Huanglong, has extra organs in the shape of pearls between the liver and gallbladder."
"Patient No. 8, Samantabhadra, has two ivory tusks extending outward."
"Patient No. 9, Taoist Cihang, has two heads in nature."
"Patient No. 10 is afraid of staying at the grandson, and its toenails have a loess texture."
"Patient No. 11, Taoist Heavenly Lord, has a deformed right arm and a skeleton like a pestle."
"Patient No. 12, Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun, has a face that looks like a lion beast."
Yang He integrated the sustenance of the Twelve Golden Immortals into the incarnation as a disease, and the name will be marked on the case. The process will come naturally, and the physical characteristics of the incarnation are getting closer to the Twelve Golden Immortals.
But it’s just that the body is similar to the spirit but not the spirit, and the twelve incarnations have no spiritual wisdom.
Yang He looked around the emergency room and did not intend to refine the twelve pieces. The main reason is that the four immortals among the twelve golden immortals will rebel from Taoism in the future, and he really doesn't want to involve Buddhism.
However, if you deliberately avoid those four people, you may backfire.
Yang He recalled that there were four Buddhas in each of the Analects and Jieshu.
Among the twelve golden immortals, there should be Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun, Samantabhadra True Man, Cihang Taoist, and Ju Liusun, and the Four Buddhas of Jieshuai were not deeply impressed.
I just remember what kind of Tathagata a Taoist master of Duobao became.
"Father, we are afraid we won't last dawn."
The temperature of Ping An Hospital is getting worse and worse. Not only is the disaster at the bottom, but even the evil spirits on the other floors are in great pain.
Dr. Zhang forced himself to record the case, and while putting down his pen, his flesh began to melt like a burning fire.
He let out a few screams and then collapsed heavily to the ground.
Dr. Mo's condition was even more critical. His injuries were far more serious than Dr. Zhang. He had already fallen into a coma and the blood in his body had dried up.
The air twisted, and flames gushed from the cracks.
Yang He hurriedly led the two doctors into the three-legged cauldron, allowing the incarnation to be exposed to the high temperature, and could hear the wailings one after another.
If the twelve golden immortals descend upon unintentionally, even if the incarnation is preserved well, it will not make much sense.
The three-legged cauldron can only isolate the high temperature by 60% to 70%. Yang He's consciousness fell into a trance, and the corpse-leaving immortal body could not protect itself when it was burned.
I don't know how long it has passed.
The incarnation's wail came to an abrupt end.
(This chapter ends)