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"Did you hear about the surgery yesterday? It was terrifying; I almost threw up. More than half of the patients were discharged, and even the hospital leadership is personally looking into it. I think this hospital will lose a lot of business in the future. And then there's the obstetrics and gynecology situation. I'm planning to finish this month and then quit; my life is the most important thing."
"Is that all the courage you have?" said one of the slightly plumper women. "I've worked at this hospital for ten years; I've seen it all. What’s there to be afraid of? A hospital is like the entrance to a ghost gate; those who can’t endure will perish."
"But aren’t you scared? What if you’re next? There was so much blood last night; it looked sinister."
"Actually, something similar happened seven years ago, exactly the same."
When the Fat Aunt said this, I shivered in disbelief, especially since Molin clearly didn’t know either—seven years ago, someone had set up a Blood Sacrifice Array.
"Listen to what she has to say," Molin urged, pulling me closer to the balcony as he leaned in to listen.
The tall aunt was frightened but, at her age, curiosity about the supernatural often outweighed fear. "It sounds a bit scary, but what do you mean by that?"
"Because of that incident back then, all the doctors and nurses from the surgery department left one after another, terrified of the Reaper Ghost. Even medical staff refused to work. I stayed because I urgently needed money due to family issues, and the director raised salaries for those who remained to calm things down. But let me tell you, you can listen to this story, but you must never speak of it."
"Okay, okay, just tell us," the Tall Aunt said as she moved a stool closer and sat down, ready to listen.
The Fat Aunt peered around cautiously before continuing, "I clearly remember that day; it was April, shortly after Qingming Festival, on the thirteenth night of the lunar calendar. It happened to be my shift. One patient had only her elderly mother with her since her family was out of town. The woman couldn’t speak; she had been sold into the mountains and abused years ago. Out of sympathy for my hometown connection, I agreed to take care of her that night so her mother could rest well. There wasn’t much going on until just before midnight when a nurse called me to deliver blood. I saw that the woman was asleep and thought it would be fine to step away for a moment since there were few people in the elevator at night. I distinctly remember it took less than ten minutes round trip. But when I returned, I found that the woman had already died—her carotid artery had been cut open, blood everywhere pooling under the bed. Even though she had been dead for over half an hour and doctors had declared her heart stopped, blood continued to flow. The last nurse noticed that the woman's body suddenly shriveled up while all the blood under the bed vanished in an instant—just like what happened last night."
As the Fat Aunt recounted this story, it mirrored exactly what had occurred last night—not just in timing but also in character choices. I hadn’t realized such an event had taken place seven years ago; if it wasn’t a coincidence, then what could it be?
"I can’t believe she had the ability to set up a Blood Sacrifice Array back then; it's just that pure Yin women are easier to find—Second Type of Person isn’t something you come across casually," Molin frowned and rested his chin on his hand. "Without a Second Type of Person, you can't open the Underworld Ghost Path. But there were no signs that it had been opened seven years ago, which means she didn’t succeed."
"What happens if they fail?"
"Being backfired requires greater resentment to recover. I estimate that's why there have been so many deaths in recent years. Moreover, hospitals, where many die, are heavy with resentment, making them a good place for ghosts," Molin said, glancing at his watch. "Time is running short. You should rest well while I prepare things. We'll proceed as planned."
After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked at me. "Although you're physically weak, for the greater good, I’m counting on you tonight."
Molin's expression was serious, embodying that willingness to sacrifice personal comfort for a larger cause, much like my father. A thought struck me, and I replied, "Don't worry; I won't hold you back."
He smiled, gestured, and then left.
I decided to take a short break before checking on Lin You. When the time was right, I would take Qi Zhi and leave. Just then, Fat Aunt's voice drifted over again, causing me to pause.
"Actually, seven years ago that night in the room where the woman died, I saw someone else there. She stood still, staring at the woman, then crawled into her belly. Not long after that, the woman became a dry corpse, and all her blood was gone. I believe that little girl killed her and drank all her blood. It’s said that a child's ghost can be even more powerful than an adult's when filled with resentment."
A little girl?
I frowned. Before the woman turned into a dry corpse last night, I hadn’t seen any children in the room. I had been too distracted talking to Molin to notice if a little girl had crawled into the woman's belly.
"Stop! Just stop talking; you're giving me the creeps."
Tall Aunt quickly left, leaving Fat Aunt behind to sigh. "In this day and age, everything is just a cycle of retribution; it's all about cause and effect!"
"Auntie, may I ask what that little girl from seven years ago looked like?"
Fat Aunt was startled at first by my sudden question from the other room. "You scared me with your sudden voice from behind!"
I stuck out my tongue in apology. "I'm sorry. But could you tell me about that little girl?"
Fat Aunt shot me a glare before responding. "I didn’t expect young people like you to be interested in such things. But since you asked, she was a very cute little girl wearing a red dress with long hair and very dark eyes."
I paused for a moment, thanked her, and returned to my room.
Without a doubt, I had seen the little girl that Fat Aunt mentioned, and not just once. I had always assumed that the ghost Molin spoke of was an adult, but it turned out to be a little girl.
Everything has its cause and effect. I opened my phone to search for rumors about the Old House District and Cat-Faced Granny, as well as the children who had died in this hospital over the past seven years.
To my surprise, I discovered something significant.
Not long after the rumors about Cat-Faced Granny spread in the old house, a six-year-old girl had died in the hospital. Since no one claimed the body at the time, her photo was posted online to find her family. It was later said that her entire family had died overnight, living in the Old House District—a Miao family.
“Miao?” The name sounded familiar. After thinking for a moment, I wondered, “Could it be that Siheyuan?”
I enlarged the photo of the little girl posted online and jumped up from my bed. The girl in the picture looked about five or six years old, wearing a red dress. She had long hair, dark pupils, and fair skin, making her look incredibly cute.
“Is that little girl really a ghost?”
I recalled our first encounter at night; she had appeared suddenly and then vanished just as quickly. Shortly after, I met Molin, who said I could see that ghost.
Then there was the night before last. Thinking back to what Ling Feng asked me, I hadn’t suspected anything at the time. Now that I thought about it, Ling Feng's question of “Where did that little girl come from?” should have been interpreted as asking where she was rather than where she came from.
Moreover, on the day I first met Molin, the little girl had run out of the Surgical Ward while Molin was still inside.
But if the little girl truly harbored intense resentment, why didn’t Jun Chong notice anything after my interaction with her?
I called Molin again. “Molin, I just found out some things.”
I shared my findings with Molin. He replied, “I’ve come across this information too. The deceased girl's surname is Miao; she is indeed from that family. Moreover, now that the little girl has grown with her resentment intensifying, she is not to be underestimated.”
"Grow up?" I said, puzzled. "But in the past few days, including the night I heard the Soul-Calling Bell and last night, she has always appeared as a six-year-old."
"What? Say that again!"
Molin's voice suddenly rose sharply, ringing in my ears. "Gu Anxin, you really saw that Vengeful Spirit and she still looks six years old? She hasn't grown up?"
I didn't understand why Molin reacted this way, but I felt certain he didn't know about this; if he did, he wouldn't have reacted like this.
With that thought in mind, I replied, "Yes, I'm not lying."
"Then that's bad." Molin suddenly fell into a long silence. I held the phone tightly, afraid to make a sound that would disturb him. After what felt like an eternity, his voice came through again. "So that's why."
"Why what?"
"Ask that auntie. If I'm not mistaken, the bed from the Blood Sacrifice Array back then should be the same as this one. I've always wondered; although using the Blood Sacrifice Array is a shortcut for the Underworld Ghost Path, the person setting it up needs a certain level of skill. Even ghosts are the same; she died only seven years ago and couldn't possibly have such power. The only thing I can confirm is that the location of that formation is at the Ghost Gate entrance."
"The Ghost Gate entrance is in the hospital?"
"There are several entrances to the Ghost Gate in the human world; that's not surprising. You should go ask quickly. If it's true, then tonight will surely be a great battle. You need to be mentally prepared."
At first, I thought it was just another ghost-catching incident like in novels, but after what Molin said, I realized things could be serious to this extent.
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