Nothing is done

The young man took out a compass that looked a little shabby. His eyes were fixed tightly on it.

The compass needle kept shaking.

After a long time...

Found it!

The needle stopped moving. The young man looked at the direction on the compass, his face full of surprise: Watch me show off my skills! Charge!

The young man put away the compass and rushed excitedly towards the direction the compass had pointed to earlier.

And as he passed by, all the ghost slaves seemed to turn a blind eye to him.

Walking behind Luo Ping, Wang Ye frowned slightly.

Luo Ping's physical strength was very powerful. All the ghost slaves along the way were easily dealt with by him.

This also saved Wang Ye a lot of effort.

Looking at the direction Luo Ping was heading... Recalling the map in his mind.

The hospital!

The only large building on this road was Lin'an City Hospital.

Sure enough, he didn't go to the branch.

Wang Ye's eyes flickered slightly as he continued to follow behind Luo Ping.

Standing at the hospital entrance, Luo Ping seemed to be pondering something before finally entering the hospital.

Inside the hospital, the number of ghost slaves had increased significantly.

A group of ghost slaves rushed numbly towards Luo Ping, and some ghost slaves even had long legs and high heels on the lower half of their bodies while wearing patient robes on the upper half.

Everything... was already out of control.

Looking at the crowd rushing towards him, Luo Ping was clearly a little annoyed. He snorted coldly and tore off the talisman pasted on the back of his box.

The box shook slightly, and the ghost slaves stopped one after another.

Then, they slowly retreated backwards.

Luo Ping did not paste the talisman again, but ignored the shaking of the box and walked into the hospital.

Seeing this scene, Wang Ye's pupils shrank slightly.

What on earth was in this box that made those unfeeling ghost slaves ignore it?

It seemed that following this Luo Ping secretly had become more difficult.

Just as Wang Ye was thinking, a figure wearing a shroud and holding a compass walked over slowly from the distant fog.

The aura is getting stronger!

Finally found by me! Hahaha!

Hope I can make up for the loss last time!

Saying so, the youth stood unabashedly at the hospital entrance, while the ghost slaves seemed to not notice him at all.

Seeing the back of the youth, Wang Ye's eyes flickered slightly. Another one?

Was it because of that shroud?

With this thought, Wang Ye smiled slightly, walked up behind the youth and gently lifted his palm to chop the back of the youth's neck.

The youth's body shuddered and he quietly fell to the ground.

Before the few ghost slaves could react, Wang Ye dragged the young man to a remote corner, took off his shroud and put it on himself.

A little small.

Wang Ye looked at the shroud on himself, somewhat disappointed. Then he took a deep look at the youth's backpack and compass in his hand.

Forget it, don't overdo it.

Seeing that the youth was regaining consciousness, Wang Ye had Xiao Si hide him in a spot, while he himself disappeared into the mist.

A few minutes later...

Damn it! Which damned bastard took my stuff!

That was the treasure I died once for!

The youth stood in place and cursed loudly, immediately attracting the attention of a group of ghost slaves.

Seeing the ghost slaves swarming towards him, the youth laughed drily twice, quietly took two steps back, and painfully took out a small bottle of liquid from his backpack again, exuding a strong fishy smell, and lightly applied some on himself.

Instantly, the ghost slaves lost their target again and wandered around.

Indeed there is more...

A faint voice rang in the youth's ears. The youth's face changed, and his hand reached into his backpack.

The next second, the familiar dizzy feeling.

The youth fainted on the ground again...

Wang Ye quickly grabbed the glass bottle in the youth's hand before he fell down.

It didn't look very sturdy. It would be a waste if it broke.

He called Xiao Si over and imitated the youth's actions earlier, applying a few drops of liquid on Xiao Si's body. A strong fishy smell emanated.

A faint light flashed in Xiao Si's empty eyes, and his body twisted uncomfortably.

After discovering that Xiao Si could also block the ghost slaves' attention, Wang Ye nodded in satisfaction. He looked at the fainted youth, calmly put the glass bottle into his own pocket, and left with Xiao Si.

This time...

He really left.

Looking at the hospital, the light in Wang Ye's eyes flickered slightly. He brought Xiao Si and walked in.

After a long time...

The youth suddenly opened his eyes, hugging his backpack and constantly rummaging through it.

A peculiarly shaped dagger, a doll that could run by itself when thrown on the ground, and an exaggerated human head!

At this moment, he had armed himself to the teeth.

Who! Who was it!

Come out to me!

Don't believe I'll smash your head with this!

Unfortunately, the youth shouted for a long time without any response.

He cautiously put the human head back into his backpack, leaving only the doll with its creepy smile following at his feet.

And he gripped the dagger tightly in his hand.

If Wang Ye saw this scene, he would most likely...

Feel like he just struck gold.

This youth had a bunch of treasures, but was still too naive.

Feeling the lingering pain at the back of his neck, the youth no longer had his previous arrogance. Like a thief, he sneaked into the hospital.

Ghost slaves were everywhere, filling the entire hospital.

And the number of Level 2 ghost slaves was also extremely exaggerated.

Looking around, Wang Ye's eyebrows furrowed deeply.

Based on the number of Level 2 ghost slaves, Level 3 was probably not the limit for this ghost.

Perhaps...

It could create even more terrifying existences.

Indeed, slay-city-level beings were never simple.

With Xiao Si, Wang Ye cautiously searched around the first floor, but other than the huge number of ghost slaves, there was nothing unusual.

Despite the large number of ghost slaves, the hospital was unusually quiet.

Occasionally a ghost slave would be snapped in half, then calmly pick itself up and put itself back together.

The scene was quite harmonious.

Wang Ye thought for a moment, then brought Xiao Si up the stairs towards the second floor.

Suddenly, Wang Ye stopped in his tracks.

In the middle section between the first and second floors, a person was nailed to the wall with chair legs.

Blood kept dripping down the corpse.

And the corpse's eyes were glowing green.

An esper?

Wang Ye looked at the corpse's eyes and murmured.

Drawing from experience, Wang Ye instinctively moved a few steps away from the corpse and bypassed it to go upstairs.

Soon after, the youth also arrived at the stairs, where the corpse was.

This guy, could he be the one who ambushed me?

The youth moved two steps closer, stroking his chin as he observed the corpse carefully.

The next second...

The corpse's drooping head suddenly lifted up, its face twisted into a creepy smile.