The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 5
Chapter 5: The Mysterious Man
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In the last operating room, Qing Li stood outside the door, silently observing the scene inside.
A man in a white coat, wearing a medical mask, methodically held a surgical knife, slowly cutting open Zhu Daqiang’s scalp. Threads of dark energy merged into lines were stripped away, then delved into Zhu Daqiang’s head.
On the operating table, Zhu Daqiang, no longer resembling a human, emitted a beast-like roar. His eyes bulged, and blood flowed from his eye sockets.
Qing Li watched attentively, intrigued. It was her first time witnessing surgery on a ghost.
Of course, the most interesting part was the man in front of her, who seemed to be alive.
“Village girl, save Number 89!”
“Poor 89, was he skinned alive by a ghost?”
“Although this male ghost wears a mask, his eyes are so beautiful. I guess he’s handsomely ghostly.”
When the man completely peeled off Zhu Daqiang’s scalp, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
Another failure…
“Little girl, this isn’t the place for you,” the man suddenly spoke. He leisurely removed his gloves, then took off his mask, revealing a peculiar face.
Describing it as peculiar because his features were perfect but seemed discordant, as if someone had pieced together the most perfect puzzle on a face. The corners of his mouth were tightly sewn with stitches, resembling blood-red lips.
However, this didn’t diminish his attractiveness; instead, it gave off a morbidly captivating impact.
Qing Li, after confirming multiple times, wore an innocent smile: “I got lost and accidentally ended up here. Can you take me away?”
Expecting a refusal, the man instead gently smiled: “Sure.”
[“Village girl, don’t be deceived by beauty; this man looks like a pervert. He seems different from supernatural beings, feels human.”]
[“Forget it, didn’t you see him peel off the scalp of number 89? Even if he’s human, he’s not a good person.”]
At this moment, the audience in the live broadcast doesn’t know that number 89 has become a ghost.
If they knew the man was operating on a ghost, it would surely cause shock again.
The man walks in front of Qing Li, his figure elongated by crimson lights, a sickly face tinged with blood.
In Qing Li’s palm quietly appears a finger bone, the tool she obtained from killing the female ghost.
After silently chanting the use of the tool, the finger bone disappears in her palm.
This is a cursed item; after use, the other person will continuously have misfortune, and it can be fatal.
Intuition tells Qing Li that the man in front of her is dangerous, and she doesn’t hesitate to use the tool to test him.
However, after Qing Li uses the tool, the curse surrounding the man is gradually devoured entirely.
“Little girl, not obedient, huh.”
The man turns around, a slight smile on his lips, and the stitches on his sinister face move along, exuding a malevolent aura.
“Just a little joke,” Qing Li smiled.
The narrow corridor’s atmosphere becomes increasingly oppressive.
“Oh, really—”
The man’s tone drags slightly, continuing to walk forward.
In that brief moment, Qing Li felt an unprecedented pressure, almost forcing her to unleash her ultimate move.
This eerie mysterious space indeed harbors unknown terror.
A man leads the way, the journey uneventful. At the corridor’s end, a concrete stairway awaits. He halts, lips curving with interest: “Little girl, until next time.”
Leaving these words, he departs, his figure vanishing down the corridor…
—: Number 100, a piece of advice, don’t provoke that man.
The cold system seldom gives advice.
With a slight squint, Qing Li’s azure eyes inquired, “What if I do provoke him?”
The system ruthlessly replies: Seek your own death.
Unperturbed, Qing Li, 98 pounds of weight, 97 pounds of defiance, disregards the system.
If told not to provoke, hey, she will go for it.
Qing Li opens her palm, holding a work badge acquired from the last operating room.
A clear photo of a man, name—Chu Ci. (TL: That’s our ML?!)
“Thump, thump, thump.”
The muffled sound of bouncing a ball grows distant and near.
“Sister, want to play together?”
A young boy’s voice echoes suddenly behind Qing Li.
Turning around, she faces a boy in a patient’s gown, pale and frail with a hint of blue. His hopeful eyes await Qing Li’s response.
Hint 3: Don’t play hide and seek with him.
“Sure!” Qing Li smiles, agreeing.
“Then, let’s play hide and seek, okay?” The innocent child’s voice in the silent hospital corridor feels particularly eerie.
The little boy held a leather ball, lifting his drooping head to reveal curious, dark eyes fixed on Qing Li.
Qing Li nodded with a playful smile, “Yes, I love playing hide and seek the most.”
“Then I’ll be the ghost, sister, go hide quickly,” the boy said with a mischievous tone.
As his words fell, viewers in the livestream noticed the dim corridor becoming even darker.
[“I think this little boy is the protagonist of the blood writing on the wall.”]
[“The more ghost-like someone looks here, the stronger they are. Be careful, little village girl.”]
[“A naughty child just needs a good scolding.”]
[“With the little village girl here, you should worry about the little boy!”]
“1, 2, 3…”
The boy closed his eyes, slowly counting. With each count, a chilling atmosphere spread, a thin mist enveloping the corridor, sending shivers down the spine.
Qing Li looked at the familiar operating room, deftly opening and closing the door in one smooth motion.
Seeing the familiar face, she greeted, “Hi, didn’t expect us to meet so soon, Dr. Chu—Ci.”
She leisurely pronounced the man’s name, her clear voice soft and tender.
Before Chu Ci was a blood-soaked corpse. Seeing Qing Li, he remained indifferent.
“Quite fast,” he chuckled, then pulled out a disinfectant wipe, leisurely cleaning his blood-stained fingers.
Qing Li shifted her gaze to the body on the operating table, still the unlucky Zhu Daqiang, number 89.
Even in death, his soul was used for experimentation, and the body couldn’t escape its fate.
“Is Doctor Chu Ci researching resurrection through borrowed corpse?” Qing Li asked.
Chu Ci’s eyelids twitched slightly, softly muttering, “Resurrection through borrowed corpse?”
Clearly, he was hearing this novel concept for the first time.
“Did Dr. Chu seal the deceased spirits on the corpses, hoping to bring them back to life?”
Qing Li smirked and casually tossed a yellow talisman onto the corpse’s forehead.
The corpse, originally with unyielding eyes, suddenly blinked.
[“Wow, it’s alive.”]
[“What did the village girl do? Her talismans seem extraordinary.”]
[“Is this resurrection? It’s so mind-boggling!”]
Not just the livestream audience, but even Chu Ci, without disguising his emotions, revealed a touch of astonishment.
The surgery he had been researching for years was effortlessly completed by the young girl before him.
For a moment, Qing Li felt the warmth of a man’s enthusiastic gaze.
