Wu Sheng and Zhang Buyu watched helplessly as the ghost hunter was torn in half uncontrollably!
While the female ghost was walking, her appearance was changing little by little. After the ghost hunter completely lost her voice, she returned to her own appearance.
"There are good and bad people, and there are also good and bad ghosts." Before leaving, she said this meaningfully to Wu Sheng with a smile.
However, Wu Sheng did not respond to her words. Instead, after making sure that they were gone, he weakly came to Zhang Buyu's side, and then looked at An Menghan who was not far away.
"Old Zhang, why do you think this is such a coincidence?" Wu Sheng looked at the stunned Zhang Buyu and suddenly yelled at him.
Zhang Buyu was so frightened that he trembled, then looked at Wu Sheng dully and choked his throat: "Old Witch...it turns out to be you."
He hugged Wu Sheng excitedly and began to cry loudly: "I don't want to die... I don't want to die yet..."
"Alas." Wu Sheng sighed tiredly. He wanted to ask Zhang Buyu for advice, but it was impossible now.
Then he looked up at the moon: "Isn't this a full moon? Why is the effect of Tiangang Seven Star Steps different from what I have seen?"
Wu Sheng became confused. He remembered that his master didn't have such a big reaction when he used the Tiangang Seven Star Steps. Did this damn old man not finish teaching him?
This is obviously impossible.
Why is it that the master is still full of energy after using it, but after using it, he feels as if his body has been hollowed out? Moreover, even the place where he was injured by Zimusha has now calmed down.
Wu Sheng simply stopped thinking about it. After pushing Zhang Buyu away, he came to An Menghan's side.
Zhang Buyu also followed him closely. When Zhang Buyu saw An Menghan, he was shocked and shouted: "Ghost!"
Wu Sheng looked at the bastard in front of him and really didn't know what to say. He forced a smile: "Brother bastard, don't worry, now the ghost is gone with your warm water."
"The person lying on the ground is a living person, An Menghan, who was on the phone with you." Wu Sheng looked at Zhang Buyu's bitter face: "Second brother, do you believe me now?"
After saying that, Wu Sheng pulled An Menghan up, checked her injuries, and observed her carefully for a while to make sure that she was just knocked unconscious by the ghost hunter.
At this time, the power in the hospital was restored and all the lights turned on. People gradually began to wake up and couldn't help but start to communicate about the strangeness just now...
Early the next morning, the comrade came to the hospital again to ask Wu Sheng for routine questioning and take notes. Wu Sheng had a headache at that time.
Because after all, the guy next to him who was still trembling had already told such an unbelievable lie about seeing a ghost.
Wu Sheng couldn't think of words for a moment. After claiming that he had a headache, Wu Sheng gave the answer to his comrades after thinking for a moment.
"Yes, we did see a ghost. The ghost looked exactly like the old man. The old man took off the old man's face... ah no, it was the ghost that took off the old man's face..."
Wu Sheng rambled on for more than ten minutes, including the reason why they went to the basement. It was all a hoax.
The two comrades wiped the spitting stars that had been shared on their faces by Wu Sheng's passionate explanation. One of the comrades whispered in the comrade's ear: "Yes, head. Another one is crazy."
"According to the rules of conduct at the scene, it can indeed be proved that the two of them did not have the same trajectory as the guard." Having said this, he glanced at Wu Sheng with a pitiful look.
But this glance was noticed by Wu Sheng. He smiled awkwardly and then said: "Do you think that 'faceless man' had a great influence on them..."
"Come on, what are you talking about? Are you still a 'faceless man'? Have you read too many novels?" The comrade sighed and scolded him in a low voice.
After another round of questioning, the two comrades thanked Wu Sheng and left.
When he walked to the door, Wu Sheng clearly heard him say another sentence: "Oh, what a pity, such two good seedlings..."
"You two are so interesting." An Menghan, who was lying on the other hospital bed, laughed again.
An Menghan looked at the bitter faces of the two people, and his heartfelt smile became stronger again. Suddenly, as if she thought of something, she suddenly slapped herself on the forehead.
"I almost forgot about the serious matter. Look at my memory." An Menghan smiled sheepishly: "Uncle Hai said that he asked a friend to find someone who seems to be able to cure your strange disease."
"That's why I came here this time." An Menghan blinked and spit out the oranges in his mouth.
She put her hand on her chin: "Well... the man was very excited when he heard that it was Zimusha, but he was also very strange. He said that he had something very important and would wait for a while before he could come back."
"He was obviously very excited, but he looked indifferent. Uncle Hai also said that that person's treatment method is different from other people's, and his method is very special."
"So Uncle Hai asked me to ask you again. I wonder if you would agree with his weird behavior. As for the specific weird behavior, Uncle Hai said he doesn't know."
Wu Sheng pondered his thoughts. The current injury was very difficult. If it really couldn't be treated in time, who would know what trouble would happen in the next second.
"Treat!" Before Wu Sheng could answer, Zhang Buyu sat on Wu Sheng's bed. He said to Wu Sheng in a mean tone: "Old witch, if you are sick, you must treat it."
Wu Sheng pushed him aside and looked at An Menghan: "Yes, as long as it can be cured, I will agree to anything strange. I owe you a favor for this."
But An Menghan shook his head: "No, this is a favor I repay you. After I went back, Uncle Hai and I told him the whole story. He became anxious immediately after hearing it, and the speed of doing things became much faster. I just have to keep an eye on my friends."
"If you hadn't saved me then, I would have died long ago. If you had just left, there wouldn't have been any trouble later."
"So this favor is returned to you by me...and Uncle Hai. Don't refuse it!" An Menghan smiled sheepishly.
Wu Sheng saw An Menghan looking so serious and felt a little embarrassed to refuse. After thinking for a while, Wu Sheng nodded.
Seeing Wu Sheng like this, An Menghan felt relieved instantly and felt much better in his heart. She was about to say something else, but at this moment Wu Sheng patted Zhang Buyu.
"Brother Erhuo, what is your birthday?"
Zhang Buyu, who was chewing an orange, was stunned for a moment: "Have you discovered all this?"
