The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine

Chapter 286: Three Ferocious Ghosts

Seeing Huang Xiaolong enter the mansion, the people outside exchanged looks.

“My God~~” Yang Kai’s face showed an exaggerated expression, “Did the master just say there’s… there’s a ghost in the murder house? Will we see the body of a ghost when we go in? Tsk tsk… what does a ghost body look like? Is it different from a human body?”

Lin Zicong had the biggest guts; moreover, there was no belief in ghosts in his consciousness at all. He admired Huang Xiaolong greatly after being convinced by him. But to suddenly change his thinking to believe in ghosts and spirits was a tall order for this atheist.

“I’ll go in and see.” Lin Zicong didn’t waste any words and walked straight toward the mansion.

“G … ghost’s body? Hell, I’ll go and see. With the master here, there’s no need to be afraid.” Yang Kai, a lover of the supernatural, wouldn’t miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Chairman Qiu exchanged a glance with the young woman.

“If you’re interested, go in and take a look. I’ll wait for you outside.” The young woman said, smiling softly.

“Alright! I’ll go in!” Chairman Qiu said with courage.

“Chairman Qiu, I’ll accompany you inside.” Qian Feng also plucked up courage.

So, apart from the young woman, everyone else followed Huang Xiaolong into the mansion.

Inside the mansion.

At this moment, the scene inside the mansion was shocking!

Rice was scattered all over the floor, extremely messy, and there were some bloody footprints on top of the rice as if someone with a bleeding foot had run around the mansion.

The doors and windows were splattered with chicken blood, but also had many bloody footprints as if something tried crawling out of the windows.

Additionally, there was a thick black viscous liquid emitting a foul smell on the stairs from the first floor to the second.

Huang Xiaolong took out an ancient turtle shell from his canvas bag, held it in his hand, and wandered around the mansion.

As soon as everyone entered, they couldn’t help but scream in horror —

“My God! What… what’s with these bloody footprints?”

“The rice I personally spread out, neatly arranged, why… why does it look like it’s been destroyed? There was no bloodstain on the rice when I left!”

“Judging by the shape of the footprints, it should be human’s. Could someone have sneaked into the mansion and caused havoc? Was it a thief?”

Even Lin Zicong, the atheist, looked horrified at this moment, his face turning pale. He quickly stepped up to Huang Xiaolong and asked, “Ma… master… what… exactly is happening…”

Huang Xiaolong did not immediately answer Lin Zicong.

All the furniture in the mansion was covered with white cloths.

Huang Xiaolong gently lifted a white cloth to reveal a piano underneath.

Huang Xiaolong touched the piano with his hand, then looked at his hand. It was clean, without a speck of dust. He looked up at Qian Feng and asked, “Does anyone come to clean this mansion every day?”

“No… No, Dr. Xiaolong, because this mansion is too eerie and many incidents have occurred here. So, no cleaner dares to come. It hasn’t been cleaned for about half a year.” Qian Feng replied.

“Even though it’s covered, dust can penetrate everywhere. But there is not a speck of dust on this piano, indicating… that although no one comes to clean, there is something else that cleans the mansion every day.” Huang Xiaolong gave a faint smile, then his gaze turned pitch black and ghostly.

In the blink of an eye, to Huang Xiaolong, the house that seemed devoid of dust to the naked eye, was filled with black smoke everywhere, a manifestation of evil qi and malign energy.

Quickly, Huang Xiaolong’s eyes returned to normal, and he handed the turtle shell in his hand to Lin Zicong.

Lin Zicong accepted it with a stunned expression.

“This turtle shell is very dry. How about now?” Huang Xiaolong asked, smiling.

Upon glancing at the shell, Lin Zicong saw that beads of water covered the dry surface. He couldn’t help but reach to touch it. “Teacher… these, these beads are… warm…”

“These are tears,” Huang Xiaolong replied, smiling. “Tears left behind by ghosts.”

“Ah!!!” Even as brave as Lin Zicong was, he felt a chill running up his spine in that moment. After all, he had touched the warm beads… they were still palpable on his hand.

Quick to react, Lin Zicong handed the turtle shell back to Huang Xiaolong.

“Alright, I think I understand now.” Huang Xiaolong took back the turtle shell and pointed to the black viscous liquid emitting a foul smell in the house. “This black fluid is left behind by the killed ghosts. They also shed tears, which suggests that these killed ghosts were wronged and begrudged.”

“Those killed by glutinous rice and rooster blood are wronged ghosts,” Huang Xiaolong explained. “In other words, they are the spirits of those who were wronged in this house.”

“And the real culprits, the ones who made this place a homicide house, are three fierce ghosts.” Huang Xiaolong walked over to a window.

On the window, were the bloody footprints of three individuals. “These are footprints left by the three fierce ghosts. An adult man, an adult woman, and a child approximately between the ages of nine and ten.”

“Master, where are these three fierce ghosts? Are they all dead too?” Yang Kai asked, curiosity piqued. “So, when a ghost is killed, there’s no body, only foul-smelling dark, thick liquid.”

“They have temporarily escaped,” Huang Xiaolong pointed towards the open window, “Look, the window is open. They escaped from there.”

“Teacher, you mean to say….?” Lin Zicong furrowed his brows. “So in this murder house, there were numerous ghosts, including many wronged ones, and the three fierce ghosts. The wronged ghosts were all killed, their spirits dispersed. But the most powerful and evil ghosts have escaped.”

“Since they are fierce ghosts, they will not be so easily eliminated. It would take more than glutinous rice and rooster blood to kill them,” Huang Xiaolong chuckled, “They have escaped, but they will return.”

“They…they will return…when?” Lin Zicong asked, trembling. Everything that had occurred that day was unimaginable, yet undeniably real.

“Tonight, midnight, at 0 o’clock,” Huang Xiaolong said, smiling faintly, his tone adamant.

“Dr. Xiaolong…what…what should we do now?” Chairman Qiu hastily inquired.

“Well, right now…” Huang Xiaolong started towards the exterior of the villa. Everyone else matched his pace, no one dared stay in the house, fearing an attack from the ghosts.

Outside.

The sun was brilliant overhead.

“For now, there’s nothing to worry about. Those three fierce ghosts won’t return until midnight,” Huang Xiaolong reassured, laughing. “I think I’ll go sightseeing for a bit. Tonight, I’ll stay in this villa. As the new owner, I don’t need to make any preparations.”

“But Master, those three fierce ghosts will return tonight!” Yang Kai blurted out subconsciously.

“I’m waiting for them to return so I can eliminate them,” Huang Xiaolong replied solemnly. “This is my house now. I plan on living here and even bringing my girlfriend to stay. I can’t let those three fierce ghosts wreak havoc.”

Qian Feng, right? Would you mind arranging for someone to clean the house? Don’t worry, it’s safe now. I’m going to enjoy myself for a bit. Tonight, I’m staying here. Please sweep away all the glutinous rice and clean up the rooster blood.”