Lin Qian was lying on the rocking chair, her eyes closed tightly, and there was a darkness surrounding her body.
The bride's wedding dress was looming, and a black line appeared between Lin Qian's eyebrows.
"At this critical moment, this little brat was actually affected."
Li Chunfeng looked a little tired, and he looked at the mysterious bride helplessly.
"Troublesome bride, without wisdom is trouble. She just creates a dream, but the ghost prison thing took advantage of her."
Li Chunfeng looked at the book in his hand, his eyes flickering slightly:
"Fortunately, this kid is greedy enough and has eaten enough ghosts. Otherwise, based on this situation, this kid will be in trouble."
Putting down the book in his hand, he shook his head as he looked at the changing Starving Ghost and the Creepy Bride.
"It's not good to eat too much. If you eat too much of this starving thing, it will change its quality."
"This is the time when things are most likely to go wrong. It's not easy to completely change a ghost's killing pattern, let alone a ghost of this level."
Li Chunfeng shook his head, reached out and flicked the black line between Lin Qian's eyebrows, with some surprise in his eyes:
"Is this thing in possession of the second ghost book?"
"No, no, it should be there if it's not there. No wonder I haven't found it after searching for so long. It turns out it was covered up by this thing."
Li Chunfeng stretched out his hand and touched the black line. A cold feeling filled the air, and Li Chunfeng waited quietly.
But after just waiting for a while, Li Chunfeng frowned, his eyes thoughtful, and he turned his head to look at the Cunning Bride with something strange in his eyes.
"Does this guy really think of that boy as his husband?"
"Zizhen, it's strange, it's really strange, the weird bride, who is conscious but not very conscious, actually regards that boy as her husband."
"It's really interesting."
Li Chunfeng removed his hand from the black thread and touched his chin:
"That's all, if you want to save your husband, just go and I won't stop you. I want to see if an incomplete bride can outsmart Jiang Ziya."
Li Chunfeng had some expectation in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, Lin Qian and the Cunning Bride on the balcony disappeared in an instant.
After Li Chunfeng threw a stone into the flowerpot, he clapped his hands:
"In this case, I will look for ghost books first."
The coldness dissipated, Li Chunfeng disappeared, but Lin Qian and the Cunning Bride were still on the rocking chairs, but they were not in reality, but in the deep ghost realm.
This way you can avoid some accidents.
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The white walls exude a faint smell of paint, and the lights in the corridor are very bright, reflecting slightly on the walls.
Lin Qian walked over expressionlessly and sniffed slightly. The faint smell of paint made him a little uncomfortable.
"Who am I?"
Lin Qian lightly traced the wall with one finger.
"Oh, I'm Lin Qian, interesting place."
Lin Qian looked at the white ash in his hand, his eyes a little confused:
"This doesn't seem right."
Lin Qian rubbed the ash from his hands and continued walking towards the yard.
His expression was sometimes gloomy, sometimes confused, and his expression changed very quickly.
"I don't seem to be Lin Qian, but that's wrong. I'm not Lin Qian, so who am I?"
Lin Qian scratched his head, unable to remember clearly:
"No, no, no, I can only be Lin Qian, how can I not be Lin Qian?"
"Are you right, Lin Qian?"
Lin Qian looked at his own shadow in confusion, muttering to himself.
The shadow squirmed slightly, and Lin Qian's eyes darkened:
"It seems you think I'm right."
Lin Qian walked out of the aisle, turned two corners and came to the yard.
Green grass, a few peach trees, and a group of people walking on the grass.
Someone was sitting on a chair, staring at the bucket in front of him, occasionally lifting the toy fishing rod in his hand.
Unfortunately, every time I came up, it was empty, and no fish took the bait.
Someone was sitting cross-legged on the grass, with the sun shining on their shoulders, and they were mumbling without knowing what they were talking about.
Lin Qian looked at this scene with thoughtful eyes, but suddenly he became confused again.
"Who am I? Why the hell do I keep forgetting who I am."
Lin Qian scratched her head and walked to the yard, casually sitting on a stone chair.
The courtyard is surrounded by iron fences, and outside is the normal world.
Cars were passing by outside, and occasionally a curious child would lie outside and look inside.
Lin Qian looked at the scene with an expressionless face, his eyes thoughtful.
"I'm supposed to be a psychopath."
"Well, it should be, otherwise why would I be here."
Lin Qian nodded, feeling that this speculation was reasonable.
"Leader, this old slave has finally found you. It was the old slave's inability to do things that allowed the leader to be captured by the righteous way and end up like this."
"It's all the old slave's fault!"
At this time, a gray-haired old man ran over in a hurry and knelt down with a plop.
Then he started to hold Lin Qian's thigh and howl there.
Lin Qian looked down at the old man, blinked, and was a little confused, but suddenly he seemed to remember something. He nodded and said:
"It doesn't matter. When a horse stumbles and a man misses his hand, it's human nature. Guardian Zuo doesn't have to be like this. Please come up quickly."
After saying that, Lin Qian stood up and went to help the old man, but suddenly Lin Qian frowned and used force to break free of his feet from the old man's hand.
"Am I really mentally ill?"
The old man was a little confused, and a touch of numbness flashed away in his eyes, but only for a moment, he returned to normal.
"Thank you, Master, for not caring about the faults of others." The old man fell to the ground, his voice trembling.
Lin Qian's brows furrowed deeper and he subconsciously took a few steps back.
Something is wrong.
"Found it, he's here."
At this time, several young nurses and several caregivers came over quickly.
As soon as several caregivers saw the old man, they came up quickly and held him up.
"Master, save me! Save me, I don't want to take medicine, I'm not sick!"
"Leader! Save this old slave!"
The old man kept struggling, asking for help from Lin Qian while struggling.
But there was no way the old man's small body could compare to those of the caregivers, so he was taken away quickly.
Lin Qian looked at the old man expressionlessly, with confusion and hesitation in his eyes.
But in the end, Lin Qian still didn't say a word, and just watched quietly.
Several young nurses just smiled apologetically at Lin Qian, turned around and left without saying anything.
Lin Qian was a little confused about these people. He looked up at the sky and saw the sun setting around two or three in the afternoon.
This sun seems a little weird.
"Isn't Apollo dead? Wasn't he beheaded by Master Li?"
"Huh? Who is Mr. Li, and what is Apollo?"
Lin Qian touched his chin and kept recalling things in his mind, but he calmly discovered that there were no such things in his mind.
"Did I forget something?" Lin Qiandi muttered.
"By the way, my name is Lin Qian, right."
Lin Qian patted his head with a little guilt on his face:
"Look at my brain. I don't even know my name is Lin Qian. It's really useless."
He sat on the stone chair again, looking at the street outside with some longing.
"Hey, brother, are you worried that you always forget things?"
At this time, a young man suddenly sat next to Lin Qian, put his arm around Lin Qian's shoulders, and asked in a low voice.
Hearing this inquiry, Lin Qian was a little confused. He looked at the hand holding his shoulder, thought about it for a while and didn't pay much attention. He nodded and said:
"Yes, how do you know? I often can't remember my name subconsciously."
"I don't know what happened, but fortunately I can remember it in the end."
"Hey, let me tell you why." The young man said mysteriously.
"Why?" Lin Qian was a little curious.
"Brother, you have to remember that you are not mentally ill, you are a normal person. Don't believe everyone in this place, including me."
"Especially Dr. Jiang, he is the most unbelievable. He is the mentally ill. As long as you believe him, even if you only believe a small part, you will start to lose your memory."
"For example, if you believe he is a doctor, congratulations, you will slowly forget who you are and fall into the memories he has prepared for you."
"This is very dangerous. Do you think there are very few people here?"
"Do you know why this is?" The young man turned to look at Lin Qian and asked mysteriously.
Lin looked into this young man's eyes and suddenly felt a little familiar, but he didn't know where he was familiar.
"Why?" Lin Qian thought for a while and did not dwell on this question. Instead, she asked the young man for an answer.
"Hehe, because everyone else has recovered, of course they won't be here anymore, haha, you are so stupid." The young man laughed and reached out to pat Lin Qian's shoulder.
Lin Qian was a little confused, but after a while his face darkened, but just for a moment he became confused again.
"Recovered? Are they all discharged from the hospital?" Lin Qian asked expectantly.
As he spoke, he looked towards the street outside. There were many people there, and he seemed to go take a look.
"Discharged? Brother, are you not out of your mind? How could they be discharged from the hospital?"
"When I say healed, I mean they are all dead. Do you understand that they are dead? Of course they are healed if they are dead. Brother, do you think this is true?" The young man said with a smile.
Lin Qian's originally confused eyes suddenly became clear. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the young man:
"How to get out of here!"
"Leave? Brother, don't be joking. I have been here for decades. Do you think I left?"
The young man looked at Lin Qian with a smile, but suddenly he frowned and looked at Lin Qian with some uncertainty.
"Huh? Who are you?" the young man asked in a low voice.
Lin Qian was a little confused:
"I'm Lin Qian, what's wrong?"
"Oh haha, another guy was pulled in... Uh... what am I talking about?" The young man scratched his head, a little confused.
"It's time for Fang Qiu to take medicine!" At this time, a nurse suddenly shouted over here.
The young man suddenly became excited, then turned around and ran away. Lin Qian was a little confused. He looked at the young man's back, his eyes flashed with gloom and surprise.
"Fang Qiu, old man." Lin Qian muttered in his heart.
But suddenly he became confused:
"Who is Fang Qiu? Who is the old man? Why am I acting strange today?"
Lin Qian looked at the nurse who was looking for someone, and her brain seemed a little weak.
"Don't trust anyone, is that it?" Lin Qian's eyes darkened.
He looked around, his eyes full of solemnity.
"It's really scary that I came here during this critical period."
Lin Qian stood up, his expression gradually becoming calmer. He came to the iron fence and looked at the street outside.
Cars were passing by on the street, and children ran by lightly, as if they were scarecrows.
The sky above the city is blue, and a bloody sun hangs high.
"It's troublesome. It's not easy to go out. My memory is good and bad. The starving ghost's supernatural power is still being integrated. I am now equivalent to a consciousness."
"Whenever I can't remember who I am, that's probably when my consciousness goes silent."
"The troublesome bride...isn't she just touched by ghost blood? As for this..."
Lin Qian was a little helpless, but suddenly the look on his face became strange.
"Why am I here?"
On the grass, a middle-aged man was learning how to fly a plane, and the nurse next to him was teaching him patiently.
Lin Qian looked at this scene and felt that it seemed very harmonious. He turned his head and looked in one direction.
There was a woman there, squatting under a big tree, not knowing what she was doing.
The woman was wearing a red dress, and her hair was very messy. She didn't know how she did it, and it looked messy.
The nurses didn't seem to have any intention of helping her clean up.
Lin Qian was a little curious about the woman. He felt that the woman was very familiar. He seemed to have seen her there.
But just as he was about to walk over, a voice sounded from not far away:
"The walk is over, it's time to go back."
It was Dr. Jiang's voice. After hearing this voice, everyone immediately stopped moving.
One by one, they walked dejectedly towards the house. Some of them were unwilling to go back and even ran to Dr. Jiang.
"Captain, can you let me study for a while? I feel like I can fly a plane after studying for a while. Really believe me, I won't lie to you." It was the middle-aged man who was flying the plane on the grass.
"Tomorrow, it's too late and it's not safe to fly." Dr. Jiang said seriously.
"Is that so, okay then." The man said a little dejectedly.
"Well, I'll prescribe it tomorrow." Dr. Jiang said.
"Well, okay." The man walked into the house with a disappointed expression.
Lin Qian looked at Dr. Jiang and frowned, feeling that something was not right.
"Lin Qian, the walk is over, it's time to go back." Doctor Jiang shouted to Lin Qian with a smile.
Lin Qian said nothing and turned to look in the direction of the woman in red.
But when he looked over, he found that the woman had gone there long ago.
Lin Qian looked around and didn't see the woman. He scratched his head and felt a little at a loss.
"Lin Qian?" Doctor Jiang came over at this time and looked at Lin Qian with some worry.
"Can't you tell reality again?"
Lin Qian shook his head:
"No, everything is normal."
"Is that so? That's really good news." Dr. Jiang said.
"Go back first, someone will bring you food later." Doctor Jiang patted Lin Qian's shoulder and said.
"Yeah, I understand." Lin Qian nodded.
Then without saying anything, he walked towards the house, but Dr. Jiang did not follow.
Instead, he came in front of an old man and said in a gentle tone:
"It's the hardest to catch fish at night. The fish go to bed at night, so how can they bite the hook? Don't you think so?"
After hearing what Dr. Jiang said, the old man who was fishing in an empty bucket lowered his head and thought for a while, then nodded:
"The God of Fishing is indeed the God of Fishing, and his insights are indeed unique. If I come fishing tomorrow, I will definitely catch a big shark tomorrow."
Dr. Jiang nodded and agreed:
"Will do."
Lin Qian listened to the conversation between Dr. Jiang and the old man, her eyes flickering, and she went straight back to Ward 404 without looking back.
"Don't trust anyone." Lin Qian muttered to himself.
Looking up at the ceiling, it's all white with no trace of dirt.
Leaning on the bed, Lin Qian recalled the young man named Fang Qiu. He seemed to be very abnormal.
Looking out the window, it was getting dark. Lin Qian glanced at the food on the cabinet.
He looked a little wary and did not eat the thing, but his wariness lasted only for a moment.
After touching his stomach, Lin Qian felt a little hungry. It seemed that he hadn't eaten enough for a long time.
So he looked at the sumptuous dinner.
ten minutes later.
Lin Qian touched his belly, lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling, mumbling something, "The beef balls are so delicious."
lights out
Lin Qian closed the curtains and slowly closed his eyes. After a while, he snored and fell asleep.
I don’t know how much time passed, but a light appeared in the quiet and dark hospital.
Footsteps sounded in the corridor. Lin Qian covered his head with a pillow. The footsteps were a bit noisy.
A figure stood in front of the door of Ward No. 404, and through the deliberately obscured flashlight light, he could clearly see the scene in the room.
When he saw Lin Qian sleeping, a strange smile appeared on the face of the figure.
Footsteps sounded, and the figure left the door of Ward No. 404, seemingly heading towards other rooms.
As the footsteps got farther and farther, Lin Qian, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly sat up, and cold eyes appeared in the room.
He stared at the closed door of the room with a solemn expression:
"Seven days, at least seven days, I can't forget who I am."
"The Bride seems to be looking for me. I am a fool during the day and will not leave this ghost place at all."
"So we can't expect that fool to think about escaping, as long as he still remembers that his name is Lin Qian."
Lin Qian's eyes were deep, he looked at his arms, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Damn it, when I get out, I will definitely end up in hell."
"While I was being led into the illusion by the treacherous bride, the ghost prison thing started."
"That ghost is 100% conscious, otherwise I wouldn't have met Fang Qiu here."
Lin Qian breathed out, his expression cold, but suddenly he frowned, thought about it and lay down on the bed, closing his eyes.
"Just wait seven days."
The next moment, footsteps sounded, and a coldness appeared in the corridor of the entire hospital.
winter, winter, winter
There was a knock on the door of Room 404. The sound was very dull. Lin Qian closed her eyes and slept and turned a deaf ear.
winter, winter, winter
The low knock on the door continued, and it seemed that only Lin Qian could hear the sound.
But Lin Qian didn't respond. The ward was quiet. I don't know how long it had passed, and I don't know if the person who knocked on the door saw no response.
He stopped knocking on the door and heard footsteps again, heading towards the next ward.
Lin Qian, who was huddled under the quilt, slowly opened her eyes, her eyes calm.
"The ghost knocks on the door, a knock that only a sleeping person cannot hear."