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The ghost sensed that I was looking at it, and its face turned to me. It was surrounded by black gas, and it seemed to be a vengeful wraith.

I silently swallowed my saliva. Xiao Bai still hadn't woken up. I really didn't know how I should settle this matter.

After inviting Uncle Zhao and his son into the house, I hurriedly called senior apprentice brother Zuo Ming.

In the end, senior brother Zuo Ming said that Uncle Zhao had been carrying him for dozens of years and had been entangled with his soul for quite some time now. Otherwise, he would have made his move long ago.

When Uncle Zhao returned from studying abroad, he entered the medical academy and became a teacher.

The medical school had many specimens of corpses, some of which had been donated voluntarily, but at that time the main source of activity was the executed prisoners.

At first, the prisoners would just directly hit their hearts and die with one shot. But in order to embalm the body, the body had to be injected with formalin from the blood vessels. The heart was connected to the blood vessels, so that the formalin that entered the body would flow out of the heart without any antiseptic effect.

It could not be said that it was all because of this. In any case, it was later changed to being the leader. That way, the corpse would be perfectly preserved.

At that time, the police did not care if the body was sent to the medical academy, but they would inform the police if there was a family member claiming the body.

There weren't many teachers in the medical academy at the time, so the young teachers were divided into groups of two. After receiving the notice, they pushed the corpses away with a small green cart.

At that time, the murderer was at the top of a small hill. There was a long flight of stairs, and the green-skinned carriage was unable to push it up. Thus, the teacher had to carry the corpse down himself.

Uncle Zhao had been chasing a female teacher, and the person in charge of the division was also optimistic about them. Thus, he had divided them into two groups.

Uncle Zhao definitely wouldn't let the woman he liked make a move against him, so he offered to carry her on his back.

When the bullet hit a person's brain, they would immediately die. However, their body would unconsciously twitch, and some of them could even move for more than half an hour.

However, they didn't have the time to wait for the corpse to remain still. Thus, many of the corpses on Uncle Zhao's back were still moving.

This wasn't the point. The point was that the person who was shot was still alive.

There were only two ways to be shot: You deserve it for your heinous crimes, or you die of injustice. The former was definitely not a good person, and even after death, he was still not a good ghost. The latter could not be said to be without a trace of resentment.

As time passed, these grievances slowly accumulated into evil spirits.

Fortunately, Uncle Zhao was a very upright person. This resentment was concentrated but not condensed. He now had the appearance of an evil spirit, but had no inner workings of an evil spirit.

He was afraid that the older Uncle Zhao got, the weaker his Yang Qi would be. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to suppress this evil ghost.

When he could no longer control it, there were two possibilities. The first was that the evil ghost had its own thoughts, and that the evil ghost and Uncle Zhao's soul were fused into one.

Either way, it was dangerous.

I feel that even if I can't drive this ghost away, I must at least weaken it a bit. At the very least, I can't let it surpass Uncle Zhao's yang aura!

After making up my mind, I entered the house.

As soon as I entered the room, I heard Uncle Zhao tell my father that he was getting old and his neck and shoulders were always sore.

I immediately suggested that there was a way.

Having Uncle Zhao's back turned to me, I took out the branch and secretly turned it into a small wooden hammer with a long handle.

The ghoul sensed danger and turned to look at me, his white eyes full of menace. Since he was willing to come, this evil spirit had already begun to have its own thoughts.

Without further ado, I raised my hammer and smashed it against Uncle Zhao's shoulder.

The hammer passed through the wraith's body and landed on Uncle Zhao's shoulder. The wraith immediately let out a blood-curdling shriek filled with grief and grief. I hesitated for a moment before continuing with the second hammer strike.

The destructive power of the branches and their attributes, with every strike, accompanied by a spark that only I can see, the black gas disappears at a speed that can be seen with the naked eye.

Did I accidentally find a solution?

Encouraged by this thought, I knocked on the door with even more vigor. The cries of the wraiths gradually weakened and their figures became fainter as they disappeared. I thought that I had succeeded, but before I could be happy about it, Uncle Zhao suddenly fainted!

The situation was extremely awkward. You might not believe it if I told you, but I used a small wooden hammer to knock out Uncle Zhao …

Fortunately, my home was close to the hospital, so I sent Uncle Zhao to the hospital without hitting 120.

Big Bro Zuming immediately rushed over and pulled me to the side.

I told him what had happened. His expression was a little grave. "It could be because Teacher Zhao's soul and that evil ghost have somewhat fused. When you attacked the evil ghost, Teacher Zhao's soul was probably injured as well."

I've never been too stupid to do anything like this, and this time, I've gotten into a lot of trouble.

Senior Zuoshi thought about it for a moment, then suggested, "Maybe you can try Wu Mi's Ghost Snack. That thing can mend a ghost's primordial spirit, I don't know if it can repair a person's soul."

"July."

Who's calling me? I turned my head and saw Uncle Zhao's son. His name was Zhao Gong, and he also studied medicine. He had returned from studying abroad and also entered the school. However, he was engrossed in academia and was only in charge of laboratories. He did not teach.

I quickly apologized to him. After all, it was my fault.

He didn't blame me, because he didn't believe my little hammers could knock a man into the hospital.

Seeing that I couldn't get away for the time being, senior apprentice brother Zuo Ming took out his phone and waved it at me. I know what he meant was that he wanted to call Wu Mi, so I had to give it a try.

"In July, there's something I don't understand." Zhao Gong looked a little hesitant, "This question might be a bit rude, but I'm a straight forward, so I don't want to beat around the bush, okay?"

"Sure." I felt that I had nothing to hide, and in this space, I had already thought of an excuse.

"Those few words of yours were so light and powerless, why did my father suddenly faint?" This couldn't be hidden from him. He was a doctor, Uncle Zhao was a doctor, and Uncle Zhao had been exercising his body the whole time. He didn't even catch a cold a few times a year. It was hard to understand why he would faint.

I put on a very serious expression and first asked Zhao Gong, "If I say something that you don't accept, will you believe it?"

Zhao Gong frowned and didn't answer me.

This person was too boring.

"I was actually trying to drive away evil spirits. Uncle Zhao had been possessed by evil spirits, which was why he had fainted." This statement is too vague. I can't possibly say that I have wounded Uncle Zhao's soul, right?

"If you want to drive away evil, then why would my father faint?" There was no doubt in the look in his eyes. It was as if he was discussing academic issues.

Dealing with seriousness with bullshit didn't have a high chance of success.

"You should know that there is nothing wrong with you. Previously, Uncle Zhao was wrapped up in evil thoughts, and his body was heavy with fatigue. "Now that I've eliminated more than half of that evil side of my body, it's normal for Uncle Zhao to feel a little uncomfortable."