The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine - Chapter 607

Chapter 607: Chapter 607: Swarm of Insects
 

This sudden and terrifying twist left the members of the Rokh mercenary group feeling as though they had fallen into an ice cellar.

The ghost in the mansion, kills silently and stealthily! Leaving one utterly unprepared!

It’s no wonder Huang Xiaolong said that ordinary people entering this mansion are practically signing up for execution. No survivors would be left.

Many mercenaries, upon looking at the five “hedgehogs” on the ground, were frozen with fright, their faces showing sheer terror.

“Little Long…what’s going on?” Xia Ying asked, her face color draining. She clung tightly to Huang Xiaolong’s hand, not daring to let go.

“It seems this ghost is more formidable than I thought.” Huang Xiaolong said calmly. “Besides controlling ghost bugs, it can also use Nanyang lowering head techniques.”

“Um…The Nanyang lowering head techniques?” Xia Ying didn’t understand.

Huang Xiaolong looked at the grisly “hedgehog” bodies on the ground and explained. “It’s a variant of a ‘Five Ghost Flying Needle Drop’. Essentially, five ghosts prick needles into a person, killing him painfully. But this old ghost’s ‘Flying Needle Drop’ is even more deadly. It silently implants countless sharp needles into a person’s body, causing them to instantaneously die painfully, looking akin to hedgehogs.”

After hearing Huang Xiaolong’s explanation, Xia Ying felt her body go cold. “How… How is it able to do that?”

“Simple, there are many evil spirits in this mansion. The old ghost just needs to control a few and use them to harm people,” Huang Xiaolong said with a slight smile. “Since I didn’t pay much attention to these mercenaries, the ghosts were able to harm them right under my nose.”

“Master! Save us! We don’t want to die! We want to live! Master, please save us!” At this moment, the mercenaries lost all dignity. Led by their captain Rokh, all of them kneeled before Huang Xiaolong, begging for their lives.

Huang Xiaolong just smiled and didn’t say anything more. Led by Xia Ying, they continued to move forward.

“Little Long, are we looking for something in this mansion?” Xia Ying asked with a surprised look on her face.

“I plan to find the place where the Shui family placed their ancestors’ spirit tablets,” Huang Xiaolong replied with a smile.

As they continued to walk, they saw a building in front of them that looked like a shrine.

“This should be it,” Huang Xiaolong said, smiling.

Just at that moment——

“Save me~~ Save me~~~”

An eerie voice came drifting from the shrine.

Outside the shrine, there was an old locust tree with abundant leaves and branches. Unbelievably, a ghostly figure in red was hanging from the tree branches.

The apparition was shrouded in an aura of ghastly eeriness, unmistakably a red-clad ghost.

“You… You have to help me… Save me… Get me down from here…” The red-clad ghost swayed like a scarecrow. Hanging by its neck from a tree branch, its face was contorted in an eerie grimace, its eyes constantly shedding ghostly blood. An aura of demonic anger exuded from it, its tongue stretching half a meter, rolling in and out.

“This one here is the red-clad ghost that guards the shrine.” Huang Xiaolong waved his hand nonchalantly as a stream of Samadhi True Fire swept out, reducing both the red-clad ghost and the grand locust tree to ashes.

“Let’s go, let’s go see inside the shrine.” Huang Xiaolong, still holding Xia Ying’s hand, strode boldly towards the gloomy shrine.

The members of the Rokh mercenary group, of course, dared not dawdle.

The shrine was enormous, accommodating approximately 200 mercenaries without feeling cramped. Inside, there were indeed spirit tablets along with yellowed paintings.

These were pastel sketches, each depicting the Shui family’s patriarch seated in the middle, surrounded by members of his clan, with servants and maids standing behind them.

The mercenaries illuminated them using their high-powered flashlights.

Huang Xiaolong quickly scanned his eyes over these paintings.

Suddenly!

Huang Xiaolong noticed one painting that depicted a gathering of approximately a hundred people!

In this painting, the men sported braids, and their foreheads were shaven, clearly displaying the traditional attire of the Qing Dynasty.

In the back row of this painting stood a man in his twenties, dressed as a servant. On his face was an uncannily grim and hateful expression, as if his mouth curled up in a sinister smirk.

“There’s something strange about this servant in the painting.” Huang Xiaolong pointed at the young man.

Suddenly!

The boy’s eyes locked on Huang Xiaolong with extreme resentment, his face contorting into a horrific, eerie expression.

“Huh? Little Long, what’s wrong with this man?” Xia Ying looked confused. “I don’t see anything wrong. He’s just an ordinary servant who appears relatively young.”

“Heh, of course you can’t see anything.” Huang Xiaolong glanced at the signature on the painting, which was the family portrait of the sixth generation of the Shui Family.

The family head was named “Shui Xiao”.

Huang Xiaolong located Shui Xiao’s memorial tablet.

Next to the tablet, there were stacks of thick parchment scrolls, probably the family’s genealogical records.

The scrolls were covered in dust.

Huang Xiaolong gently picked up the topmost scroll, shook off the dust, and began reading quickly.

As Huang Xiaolong browsed the genealogy of Shui Xiao’s generation, a look of realization occasionally flashed in his eyes.

The ancestral hall was eerily quiet, and the people in the portraits seemed alive, looking at the mercenaries in the hall with strange eyes, which sent chills down one’s spine.

“Ah, done reading. Now I know what’s happening,” Huang Xiaolong smiled and then pointed again at the eerie servant in the painting. “Look, this guy, he’s the old ghost who cursed the Shui family.”

“Little Long, what’s going on?” Xia Ying looked curious. “So, it was a servant of the Shui Family who brought disaster upon them for 200 years! How did that happen?”

Just then!

Whoo~~whoo~~whoo~~~

Outside the ancestral hall, flute-like sounds began to resonate from all directions.

These sounds were extremely sharp and chilling, piercing the eardrum.

The next second——

Shh~~shh~~shh~~~

Outside the hall, amid the mournful flute-like sounds, a rustling sound was heard. The sound was like snakes slithering on the ground, but too dense, seemed like tens of thousands of snakes creeping towards the hall.

“You go and check.” Huang Xiaolong said to Yan Shi.

“I…I…” Yan Shi turned pale, his legs trembling non-stop.

“Go now.” Huang Xiaolong’s gaze intensified, and Yan Shi did not dare to defy, submitting instinctively.

A few brave mercenaries accompanied Yan Shi outside the hall.

“Aah~~!! No! Bugs! Bugs! Lots of bugs!” Yan Shi and the mercenaries were terrified and retreated immediately, collapsing on the ground in exhaustion.

“A bunch of useless things.” Huang Xiaolong sneered disdainfully, then grabbed Xia Ying, walked over to the entrance of the hall, and looked out.

Outside, under the pale moonlight, there were countless ghost bugs surging from all directions like a tide.

Each of these ghost bugs was about half a meter long with a plump white body, a bloody fierce face on its head, gritting its teeth. There may be thousands or tens of thousands, or even more!

Anyone with a fear of crowded places would be scared to death at this sight.

Xia Ying felt sick to her stomach.

The next second——

Swish~~swish~~swish~~~

Masses of ghost bugs flapping their nearly transparent wings, flew up and swarmed toward the hall like locusts!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The wooden windows of the hall shattered, and the countless ghost bugs flew in through the windows from all sides, burrowing inside anyone they found!