Fantasmas en la facultad de medicina Archivos de terror

Capítulo 8

"Don't be silly, Ling Bing! There's nothing on this wall except for mortar and spiders!" Ye Feng and the others couldn't bear to see Ling Bing working so foolishly and tried to persuade her.

Ling Bing stopped speaking, but stared intently at the wall with her eyes, which were gradually turning red, and struggled desperately.

"Let him go, let him up!" The indifferent voice came coldly from behind the crowd.

When everyone turned around, they saw Mo Han standing to the side with her arms crossed, coldly watching them.

"Hmph, are you watching a good show? Are you trying to kill Ling Bing?" Yu Xue said angrily.

"I did this to save him!" Mo Han said calmly.

Everyone stood there, stunned.

"Let go of Ling Bing and let him go up!" Zheng Qi said softly to Ye Feng and the others. "But Ling Bing..." Ye Feng looked at Zheng Qi in confusion, not understanding why Zheng Qi would listen to Mo Han.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Let Ling Bing go up first, then we'll talk!" Zheng Qi whispered to Ye Feng and the others.

Although Zheng Qi himself didn't understand why Mo Han wanted Ling Bing to continue going mad, he trusted Mo Han. Since his senior brother had said so, he must have his reasons and plans. Besides, in Ling Bing's current state, holding him back wasn't a solution; it could only delay him temporarily. The best course of action now was to follow Mo Han's advice and take a gamble, letting him climb up and clear the wall, so that he would give up on this idea. But were those poems he was supposed to recite actually on the wall? Zheng Qi wondered.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qi paused and said to Ye Feng and the others:

"I believe Mo Han. Let Ling Bing go up!"

After a moment's hesitation, everyone finally obeyed Zheng Qi's words and silently released Ling Bing. Ling Bing scrambled up and continued frantically picking at the plaster on the wall.

Everyone stood in shock beside the stone table, looking at Ling Bing standing on the stone mill offering table. They couldn't understand why the usually taciturn Ling Bing would suddenly start reciting poetry and go crazy. While they were thinking about it, they couldn't help but worry about Ling Bing.

Upon seeing Ling Bing in this state, Yu Xuemeng couldn't help but lean on Meng'er's shoulder and sob softly.

Ling Bing was seen frantically scratching at the wall.

The plaster on the wall kept peeling off with a series of popping sounds, soon revealing a small patch of gray-blue brick wall. Before long, the entire blue-blue brick wall was exposed, with some faint indentations inside. Everyone leaned closer to take a look and sure enough, there were some stone carvings. They read them one by one, and after reading them carefully, they were astonished to find that the carvings on the wall were indeed the two poems that Ling Bing had just recited.

Everyone was stunned.

Ling Bing stared blankly at the words, muttering to himself. Suddenly, he jumped off the stone altar with a "bang," turned around, and rushed to the other wall, continuing to frantically dig at the plaster.

Zheng Qi sighed, stepped forward, and pulled Ling Bing aside, saying:

"That's enough, Ling Bing. I know there are still poems on this wall. That's enough, stop picking at them!"

Ling Bing froze for a moment. Suddenly, she turned around and hugged Zheng Qi tightly, bursting into tears like a child.

Mo Han remained silent and turned her head towards the outside of the hall.

Dusk was falling outside the hall; the sky was darkening again.

Zheng Qi and Yu Xue helped Ling Bing and the others back to the front hall.

Ling Bing stopped mentioning the poems on the wall and just sat there blankly. Yu Xue tried to coax him to talk, but Ling Bing remained silent, sitting there blankly with his eyes staring empty at the bluestone ground in front of him.

Mo Han whispered to Xue, "Let him have some peace and quiet!"

Yu Xue glared back at Mo Han fiercely.

Although Zheng Qi was filled with suspicion and wanted to ask Ling Bing how he knew there were poems engraved on the back of the plaster on the wall, seeing Ling Bing's blank and bewildered expression, and recalling how this grown man had cried so sorrowfully, he couldn't bear to immediately touch upon his pain. As the saying goes, a man doesn't easily shed tears, unless he's truly heartbroken. What could have made him so sad? Was it merely because of those few melancholic poems? Thinking this, Zheng Qi felt increasingly agitated. Things were becoming more and more complicated. He needed to calm down and organize his thoughts first.

Seeing that Ling Bing could see the inscriptions on the blue bricks through the mortar, Ye Feng and the others figured that besides possessing special abilities, he might have encountered a ghost in this house. The thought of Ling Bing possibly being haunted made them feel a chill run down their spines. Looking at the dark and secluded mansion in the deep twilight, they couldn't help but feel afraid and tense. For a moment, everyone gathered quietly, no one uttering a sound.

The sky had completely darkened, and the night wind blew fiercely, slamming against the dilapidated door of the mansion with a constant creaking sound.

Ye Feng suddenly felt something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It wasn't until his stomach rumbled that he realized what was wrong:

Old Uncle Gu has disappeared.

"Hey, where's Uncle Lao?" Cheng Jin noticed it too and muttered to herself.

Everyone present clearly heard Cheng Jin's terrifying words.

"He must have gone out to gather firewood and catch pheasants for us again!" Cheng Jin said awkwardly, scratching his head when no one answered.

At this moment, no one was in the mood for jokes. Everyone hoped that Uncle Gu really had gone out to gather firewood and catch pheasants for them, just as Cheng Jin had said! So everyone prayed peacefully, hoping that Uncle Gu would unexpectedly appear in front of them with a bundle of firewood in one hand and two pheasants in the other.

The moon slowly rose higher, and Ye Feng and the others had been waiting for almost two hours, but Uncle Gu still hadn't returned, and they all began to feel uneasy.

"Zheng Qi, do you think Uncle Gu might just leave on his own?"

Ye Feng quietly asked Zheng Qidao. This was also the question on everyone's mind at that moment.

Zheng Qi frowned and remained silent. In his opinion, Uncle Gu wouldn't leave. But he still hadn't seen him. Where could he have gone?

"How about we go out and look for it?" Ye Feng asked Zheng Qi for his opinion.

"I don't think it's necessary. It's so late, and everyone's tired. Let's wait until tomorrow morning to talk about it. Besides, we're not familiar with the area, and if something goes wrong, it'll only make things worse!"

Once everyone heard that Zheng Qi's words made sense, they all fell silent.

Two days of unexpected events had left Ye Feng and his companions exhausted, each burdened with unease and fear. Although they were ravenously hungry, no one uttered a sound; death was far more terrifying than enduring temporary hunger. Who knew what unknown things might befall them tomorrow, or even the next minute?

After the commotion that afternoon, Ling Bing was so exhausted that he fell into a deep sleep in Yu Xue's arms. Yu Xue looked at his disheveled appearance with pity, and then at his hands stained with blood from the mud and grime, and couldn't help but secretly shed tears of heartache.

Ye Feng gently pulled Meng'er into his arms, feeling her trembling softly in his embrace.

"Silly girl, are you scared?" Ye Feng asked gently.

"As long as I'm with you, I'm not afraid of anything!"

Meng'er looked up at Ye Feng's loving eyes and said firmly.

Ye Feng's heart tightened, and his eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.

"Silly girl, you'll be alright, I won't let anything happen to you!" Ye Feng murmured.

Finally, Ye Feng hugged Meng'er even tighter, "I will never let you leave me, never!"

Li Fan and Cheng Jin, who usually love to joke around, felt a bitter taste in their hearts as they listened to each other's suppressed and heavy breathing in the darkness. How could they laugh in the face of an unknown and uncertain tomorrow?

Since entering this mansion, first the two people from Guhua Town disappeared, then the mountain road leading to the mansion suddenly collapsed due to a landslide, then Ling Bing said there were poems carved on the wall, and now, Uncle Gu's whereabouts are unknown. This series of events is not only terrifying but also perplexing. Recalling Ling Bing's earlier claim about the poems carved on the wall, no one believed him, yet there were indeed poems carved there. Could Ling Bing have been possessed by a ghost at that moment? But he was standing right next to him, and although the bead was slightly warm, his judgment was that Ling Bing wasn't possessed. Could it be that Ling Bing had actually been here before and knew about the poems carved on the wall? It seems he needs to ask Mo Han about this. Thinking this, he stood up and walked towards Mo Han, ready to have a serious talk with him.

Avoiding the crowd, Zheng Qi and Mo Han went to the small garden behind the hall.

Under the deep night sky, the bright moon hangs high, its gentle light softly bathing the entire courtyard. The dilapidated, overgrown, and broken bridge of the daytime now takes on a unique charm under the soft moonlight, tinged with a hazy glow.

But at this moment, Zheng Qi had no heart to appreciate the beautiful garden under the moon, nor to listen to the occasional symphony of insects around him. He had too many questions and confusions in his heart, and all that was happening made him feel even more upset and confused as he was in a predicament.

A cold night wind blew by, and a thin layer of night mist slowly rose around us, a chill creeping up from the ground.

Zheng Qi couldn't help but shiver.

"Did Ling Bing really come here?" Zheng Qi asked, his brows furrowed and his face showing signs of fatigue, his voice slightly low.

Mo Han did not answer. He seemed to be attracted by the tranquil and peaceful beauty of the garden, and was gazing intently at the few wild vines that were climbing on the broken wall.

After a while, Mo Han suddenly looked up at the bright moon in the sky and said, seemingly out of context, "The moon is so beautiful and round tonight!"

Zheng Qi suppressed his displeasure, looked up at the sky, and indeed, the moon was very round and beautiful tonight. But he couldn't understand why Mo Han had the leisure to appreciate the moon and discuss the scenery with him in this situation.

“Tomorrow is July 14th!” After saying that, Mo Han turned back to look at him meaningfully, a hint of cunning in her bright eyes.

Zheng Qi was startled. "Tomorrow is July 14th?"

On July 14th, the Ghost King will open the gates of hell at midnight, and all demons and monsters will descend to the human world. Some evil spirits will take advantage of this to wreak havoc. Does this mean tomorrow…?

Hearing Mo Han's words, Zheng Qi became even more irritated and depressed by the intermittent chirping of insects in the garden.

"I came here alone on the afternoon you arrived in Guhua Town!"

Mo Han withdrew her gaze, bent down, plucked a foxtail grass, and twirled it in her hand.

That day, Mo Han waited in Guhua Town for two days without seeing Zheng Qi and the others arrive. He started to get impatient, so he decided to go to the mansion by himself to check it out.

Gently pushing open the gate, one finds only weeds, broken stones, and crumbling walls everywhere. A deathly silence and a gloomy desolation hang over the large mansion.

Mo Han walked in, one courtyard after another. Just as she was about to reach the last courtyard, she suddenly heard people talking in the hall. Mo Han quickly hid behind an ancient tree in the garden and listened carefully.

"You must protect the Lord's primordial spirit carefully, and you must not be careless in the slightest!"

"Yes, I understand!"

"Tomorrow, the reincarnation of the Lord of the World will arrive! He will remember this house. After five hundred years of reincarnation, we have finally waited for this day!"

"Master, will the reincarnation of the Lord of the World be entering this mansion tomorrow?"

"Yes, when we reach the point of unity of mind and body on July 14th, and the Lord of the World is resurrected, let's see who can do anything to us then!"

The men in black burst into laughter. Mo Han peeked out, but could only see their backs.

Finally, the man in black stopped laughing and said:

"There are only three days left until July 14th. The outcome depends on that one night!"

"Please rest assured, Master, your subordinate will protect the Lord's primordial spirit with his life!"

Mo Han stopped speaking here, having crushed the foxtail grass in his hand and thrown it into the grass.

"Who were those two men in black? What happened next?" Zheng Qi asked anxiously.

Mo Han's lips twitched slightly:

"I originally wanted to take a closer look at what kind of monsters they were, but just as I was about to hear what they were going to say next, there was no sound. When I peeked out to look again, they had disappeared without a trace."

After saying that, he gave Zheng Qi a wry smile and sighed with a hint of helplessness.

"So, according to what they've said, one of the eight of us is the reincarnation of their Lord?"

Zheng Qi felt a little uneasy, and his two furrowed brows involuntarily.

"Yes, judging from their conversation, one of them is the reincarnation of the World Lord who has been reincarnated for five hundred years!"

"You think it's Ling Bing?"

Zheng Qi's tone was a little hurried. Mo Han sensed his unease, paused briefly, and continued:

“When we first arrived at the mansion, I observed that among everyone, only Ling Bing seemed dazed and vaguely said that he had dreamed of this place. At that time, I only guessed that he was the Lord of the World and that he had been here in his previous life based on the conversation I overheard. So at that time, I just wanted to provoke him, which is why I said those things.”

Mo Han's cheeks flushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed, but he was secretly relieved that Zheng Qi couldn't see his red face in the dim darkness.

"So, based on the current situation, do you believe he is truly a descendant of the world's ruler?"

Zheng Qi pressed on somewhat uncertainly. To be honest, he truly didn't want Ling Bing to be the reincarnation of the world's ruler that Mo Han had mentioned, the one he would have to face and eliminate in the future. The friendship of over a decade of schooling could turn into bloodshed in an instant; he simply couldn't accept it. How could he bear to watch his former friend become a monster that poisoned all living beings? And as a righteous person, how could he show mercy out of consideration for their school days? How could he explain this to his master, to the world?

Seeing the sorrowful expression on Zheng Qi's face, Mo Han knew what he was thinking. He understood Zheng Qi's feelings and his predicament, but as a Taoist who upheld justice, slaying demons was his duty, and brotherly affection was not an option. Thinking this, he wanted to advise Zheng Qi, but didn't know how to begin. Finally, he decided to tell him what was on his mind.

"Think about it. Based on this deduction, considering his claim of dreaming about this place, and his later frantic reaction to the poems carved on the wall, I can confidently assert that he is the reincarnation of the Lord of the World. His dream about this place is a subconscious memory of a part of his past life. He did indeed come here, but that was in his past life!"

"But after five hundred years of reincarnation, would he still remember this place?"

"Heh, don't forget, his primordial spirit is sealed here." Mo Han paused, noticing Zheng Qi's puzzled look, and then continued.