The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 80

At the Eastern Suburb Hospital.

Shrouded in the morning fog, the gloomy and dilapidated hospital was indistinct. Several crows, perched on the withered tree trunks, shrank their heads, deep in slumber, but were startled awake by the noise of an engine, flapping their wings and circling in the air.

“Screech—”

A hearse drifted, nearly sending the ghosts inside spiraling heavenward.

When the car door opened, they felt as if reborn.

Ghosts with missing limbs held their spilled intestines and arms and legs lost due to the collision, deeply inhaling the fresh air outside.

It’s good to be alive!

Qing Li got out of the car and saw the figure of Chu Ci outside the hospital.

In the hazy mist, his tall figure seemed ethereal and illusory. His fine bangs were dampened with cold moisture, and his deep eyes were like a drop of clear water in thick ink, brimming with gentle affection. However, the stitched line on the corner of his lips pulled his face back into eeriness.

“Good morning, Dr. Chu.”

Qing Li stepped forward to greet him.

Chu Ci smiled faintly, looking at the vast number of ghosts behind Qing Li. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, “You’ve worked hard, Director. I’ll take over from here!”

Qing Li was reassured by handing it over to Chu Ci.

Having not rested for nearly a day and night, she yawned, her soft and weak voice barely audible: “Thank you, Dr. Chu. I’ll find somewhere to take a nap.”

Chu Ci noticed the dark circles under her eyes and said softly, “Do you want to rest in my room?”

Qing Li’s ears perked up…

If you say that, I won’t be sleepy anymore!

“Dr. Chu, have you come to a realization?”

Qing Li tiptoed and whispered in his ear.

Could it be that Dr. Chu, seeing her recruit so many interns and staff so quickly, worried about his own position being affected, so he wanted to offer himself to solidify his position in her heart?

However, Qing Li’s words carried a different meaning to Chu Ci.

Realization – realization!

Chu Ci’s ears turned slightly red, and his voice was unnaturally tinged: “If you want, I don’t mind.”

“Dr. Chu, I hope you can focus your mind in the right place and not think about taking shortcuts to success,” Qing Li said earnestly.

Then she patted Chu Ci’s shoulder and continued: “Where is your room? I’ll go to your room first and wait for you, come back quickly after you’re done.”

The system, silently watching everything: Where’s the face?

Where’s the integrity?

System: “Player 94 has exceeded the time limit for return, initiating forced recall.”

“Countdown… 1… 0.”

A beam of white light enveloped, and Qing Li was kicked out of the horror world.

Qing Li: (???#)

In the player’s rest lounge, Qing Li’s body was forcibly summoned back, immediately sensing an unusual atmosphere.

The originally splendid hall was now draped in white silk, surrounded by colorful wreaths, with several pale paper figures standing by, their faces heavily rouged, lips curved up blood-red, looking bizarre.

Above the hall, there was a black and white sketch displayed, with curling smoke obscuring the face in the drawing.

Below, a dozen players dressed in black suits, each looking mournful.

Qing Li scratched her head, wondering what had happened.

Did an important player “leave for good”?

Trying not to disturb others, she tiptoed forward, only to see the third Wealth-Bringing Child, Yang Le, throwing stacks of paper money into a brazier.

The fire flickered, reflecting his tear-streaked face, crying out in grief: “Master, you loved money in life, I’ll burn more paper money for you, please bless me from heaven!”

Beside him was the first Wealth-Dispensing Child, Lin Zizhou, more generous, throwing paper-made luxury items into the fire, choking: “Miss Qing Li, though you are gone, your spirit and aspirations remain, I will never forget your voice and smile. If you can’t forget me either, could you appear in my dreams tonight and tell me where you hid the other talismans?”

Wealth-Bringing Child No. 2, Su Yin, had red-rimmed eyes. The last mission was extremely perilous, and although she didn’t know how this girl managed to clear it, only she and Yang Le returned, while she remained there forever.

She, Su Yin, owed this girl a life.

Now unable to repay this lifesaving debt, she threw a bunch of paper-made beautiful clothes into the fire.

“Boom—”

The fire in the brazier suddenly flared up, nearly singeing the hair of Yang Le and Lin Zizhou.

“Qing Li, I’m burning these clothes for you, hoping you’ll like them. Actually, the first time I met you, I wanted to say – the clothes you wear are really plain!”

“Really… that plain?”

Qing Li’s voice echoed faintly in the hall.

She had more than a dozen little cotton-padded jackets, all of which her master had taken off one by one from the coffin for her.

The master said, young girls should wear these colorful cotton-padded jackets, they look lively and festive.

In the hall, all the players worshiping Qing Li were instantly horrified.

They seemed to hear the voice of Qing Li’s little master.

Could it be that she… had returned to life?

Everyone slowly turned around, and that familiar figure appeared in their sight.

“Ghost, a ghost!”

Countless talisman papers fell from the sky and hit Qing Li.

Especially Yang Le, as a major talisman holder, wished he could throw all his talismans at her.

“Retreat, retreat, retreat.”

Qing Li rolled her eyes, bent down, and picked up all the talisman papers on the ground.

The thrown talisman papers should not be discarded; picked up, they could still be sold second-hand.

Seeing that the talisman papers were ineffective against Qing Li, Yang Le exclaimed in shock: “As expected of Qing Li’s little master’s ghost, she’s so powerful that she’s not afraid of the talisman papers drawn by Qing Li’s little master herself.”

“Kid, you’ve got some nerve, daring to use the talismans I drew against me.”

Qing Li said ominously, still wearing the ghost prop on her body. At this moment, in everyone’s eyes, her face was moderately decayed, her once lively almond eyes dead and lifeless, like a menacing ghost.

She walked towards Yang Le expressionlessly, step by step.

To match the atmosphere, the crystal lights in the hall flickered on and off.

Yang Le was so frightened he almost passed away; he desperately begged for mercy: “Please spare me, little master Qing Li, for the sake of the paper money I burned for you after your death, please spare me!”

“Idiot, this is the player’s rest area protected by the live broadcast room, ghosts can’t enter here.”

At this point, Su Yin could no longer stand it. With a scornful look from her beautiful eyes, she wondered why she believed this idiot Qing Li was dead and had come to this crude funeral under his persuasion.

Qing Li tore off the prop on her body, revealing her normal face, blinked her eyes, and looked at the stunned Yang Le, lamenting: “I never thought I’d see my own funeral one day.”

“Waaa, little master Qing Li, you’re actually not dead.”

Yang Le cried even louder, sliding on his knees to Qing Li’s feet, pleading tearfully: “Give me back the talisman papers I just threw on the ground.”

Qing Li: “Dream on, what I picked up is mine.”

In the end, Qing Li returned those talisman papers, though the funeral was fake, the emotion was real.

…

“Since little master Qing Li isn’t dead, what do we do now?’” someone asked.

The venue was already set up, the wreaths were placed, and various paper offerings were neatly prepared; now all that was missing was a dead person.

Yang Le quickly removed Qing Li’s black and white sketch and replaced it with Han Qianmo, who had died tragically in the last mission, and continued to wail: “Old Han, you died so tragically~’”