Midnight Bookstore Chapter 110 – Humans Know Ghosts Are Terrifying

Tick-tock… Tick-tock… Tick-tock..

The clock was moving.

Very few people would pay attention to such a small change. People often said that they had to cherish their time and that every minute was worth its weight in gold, but there were very few people who could actually do it.

However, many people had experienced this before. Suddenly, you fell silent. You heard the ticking of the needle, and you could clearly sense that time was pa.s.sing quietly, and your life was also pa.s.sing.

This was a frightening silence that gave one gooseb.u.mps. It was as if there was a book of life and death that had written down everyone's life and death.

People lived to complete this process.

According to the records in the Book of Life and Death, life,

According to the records in the Life and Death Book, death.

This was the great terror hidden within time.

The bas.e.m.e.nt of the hospital was not very large, but it was separated by small rooms. Each room had a bed.

There were people lying on some beds.

Some beds even had people lying on them.

Some beds were waiting for the next person to come.

This was not h.e.l.l, but it had the breath of death.

Around them, there were some doctors and nurses walking around, but they were not the kind of white angel that people knew.

They simply observed, recorded, recorded the data of each target, and uploaded it online.

It was like playing a lottery game, where the odds would constantly change. When a team's main player was suddenly injured, the head coach would suddenly change, and all sorts of variables would cause the odds to change.

It was the same here. Everyone's vital statistics would make the gamblers sitting in front of the computer screen read it carefully excitedly.

They might not even look at their parents' medical records as seriously as they did now.

From the real-time surveillance video, they searched for their own judgment and threw out their chips.

This was a life-and-death game. What the gamblers obtained here was not only the return on the payout, but also the pleasure of controlling life.

And this pleasure was built on trampling on the lives of his own kind.

For some reason, the woman who was originally lying on the bed suddenly struggled to sit up. At that moment, it was time for the doctors and nurses to change s.h.i.+fts, and the staff in the control room might have been doing some work, so they did not alert the woman.

The woman removed the tubes from her body. She struggled to get off the bed, but her whole body tumbled to the floor.

She was much younger than the people on the other beds. She looked like she was in her thirties or forties, but her body was obviously bloated. Her calves were unimaginably thick, almost swollen.

She could not stand up. Every day, even when she was eating, it was a fixed meal. There would not be any excess. This was for the sake of fairness.

The fairness that people seek is the most thoroughly implemented and implemented in this regard.

She was crawling.

She was trying her best to crawl.

She crawled to the door, but it was covered. She pushed the door open with all her might and continued to crawl out. She looked like a virgin who had crawled out of a television set. Her white clothes and messy hair, but she was still alive.

Of course, she would not live for long. The candle of life had already begun to flicker on her body, about to wither.

She was lucky. She climbed out of the narrow hospital room and down the aisle to the office door. No one pa.s.sed her on the way, and no one noticed her.

She placed her hand on the office door. She wanted to ask the doctor inside to give her a call.

There was an electronic clock inside her room that showed the date and time.

Today is my son's fifth birthday

She wanted to remind her husband to celebrate her son's birthday.

When she thought of her son, a smile appeared on her face. Her son was her deepest bond. She had been pregnant for ten months. As long as she was a normal mother, who would not love their child?

He was suffering from this illness, and he could not cure it. His family background was not good, and his husband was a gambler. He did not have a job, and his family had relied on him to support them. Now, he was suffering from an illness that even modern medicine could not cure.

She did not have the heart to throw her already poor family background into treating herself. Her son was going to kindergarten and school. Now, in the future, he would need money.

Her husband knelt before him and told her to come here.

She knew where she was and what the two cameras were for.

She agreed. She agreed.

She knew that she had become a bargaining chip, but at least the platform would give her family a large sum of money.

Her family needed money, and so did her child.

Her husband knelt in front of her and promised that he would turn over a new leaf and be a good father and raise his son well.

She knew she was dying.

She kept staring at the timetable.

She wanted to hold on.

She reminded her husband to celebrate her son's birthday. She wanted to hold on until this day.

This was the reason why she was lying on the bed, unable to receive any treatment. She could not even take painkillers, but she was still alive.

She pushed the door open.

I can't push it.

She was already very tired.

He did not have much strength.

In the office, there was an argument.

The voices of both parties were familiar. One was the doctor who would check on her three times a day, and the other was her husband.

She laughed.

Her husband was actually here.

In that case, he could explain his son's birthday to his face.

She could also ask her husband to help her son. As a mother, she would stay in heaven and accompany her son as he grew up.

“Why isn't she dead yet? Why isn't she dead yet?!” the husband roared.

“How would I know? You're blaming us for your wife's death?” This was the doctor's voice.

“But I bet two hundred thousand that she died last week. I don't think she'll survive that.”

“Your wife's vitality is amazing, and it can be considered a medical miracle. She has stopped taking medication for so long. If it were any other normal person, they would have died already.”

“It was you. You were the one who told me that she would die last week. That's why I dared to bet 200,000. 200,000!”

“Let go, let go! Are you crazy? I'm not the King of h.e.l.l. I don't care who lives or dies.”

“You didn't care, but you still leaked this information to me and even took back the money from me. You're purposely trying to harm me!

Do you know that this 200,000 yuan was exchanged with my wife's life! ”

“If you do that again, I'll call security.”

“Please help me. I'll bet another hundred thousand. Let her die this week, okay? Give her a secret injection and let her die this week. That way, I'll be able to earn back my capital and earn some money!”

“Another 100,000? Where did you get another 100,000?”

“I sold my son for 100,000 yuan!

When I get my revenge, I will redeem my son.

Doctor, please help me secretly kill her. Otherwise, I will lose my wife and son! ”

“Hehe, there's no one else like you. I'm sorry, but there are rules and cameras here. I won't do such a thing.”

“Then what should I do? What should I do?

Right, doctor, let me see her, let me see her. Which room is she in? I'll go see her, I'll let her die, this week, she'll know!

She would not be able to redeem her son if he did not die, and the money at home was gone. She liked me very much and loved her son very much. As long as you let me see her, she would definitely be willing to die for her son.

Doctor, I beg you,

doctor, I beg you, doctor. ”

“This does not meet the requirement. We are not like the outside world. We are very formal, and because we are formal, we have the most customers.”

“This is for you,” he said.” It's for you. When you check, bring me a message. Then you can bet on it, too. Trust me, she'll die. She's willing.”

The two men's voices continued.

The woman outside.

She had stopped breathing.

But her eyes

Her eyes widened.

On the closed door.

There were scratch marks left behind by fingernails.

Outside the hospital, Zhou Ze and the old priest stood there.

“Old Daoist, do you still have those talismans?”

“No, it's pa.s.sed down from my ancestors. It's long gone.

I used up the last two pictures at the bookstore. ”

The old Daoist priest said sincerely, “If I still have it, I will definitely give it to you.”

“Oh,” Zhou Ze replied.

The old priest heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he subconsciously touched his crotch.

The next moment…

His crotch suddenly felt hot.

It was so hot that the old Daoist priest jumped up and hurriedly reached in to take out a red talisman paper.

“Wu wu wu… Si si si si… It's so hot, so hot.”

The old Daoist priest patted his crotch and saw Zhou Ze looking at him. He immediately said,

“Hahahaha, boss, don't you think it's amazing? I actually forgot that I have another one in my pants. It's the last one, really the last one.”

“I don't intend to ask you for it,” Zhou Ze said.

“What?”

“Initially, I wanted to remind you that there will be a very powerful Specter who will return later, and the resentment will be heavier. If your talisman is still hiding at your crotch, it might hurt.

The old Daoist priest's face immediately twisted into an old chrysanthemum.

“Boss, why didn't you tell me earlier?”

“You said you were gone, so I believed you.”

He kept rubbing his crotch to dispel the burning sensation. The old Daoist priest looked at the hospital before him. The light inside seemed to have dimmed. Even though the old Daoist priest did not have any dao techniques, he could sense that something had happened in the hospital.

“Old Daoist, what do you think?” Zhou Ze asked.

The old Daoist priest was stunned.

What do you mean by what I think?

Are you a ghost or am I a ghost?

Are you a ghost or am I a ghost?

This place is haunted, and you're asking me what I think?

What nonsense are you asking!

However, the old Daoist priest immediately replied seriously,

“Boss, there must be something fishy about this!”

“Hehe.”

The old Daoist was baffled.

After a while, he saw that Zhou Ze had no intention of entering and said, “Boss, these sc.u.ms are definitely sc.u.ms. They're not worth helping.”

The old Daoist priest was worried that Zhou Ze would walk straight in to catch the ghost.

He knew Zhou Ze's personality. He abided by the rules and was completely different from his previous boss.

“We went in but were chased out by the security inside,” Zhou Ze said.

“Hmm?”

“The seventh head of this Specter has a lot of resentment, so it's not normal. Furthermore, at this place, every once in a while, someone would stare at the clock and die. The resentment kept piling up until it finally landed on this ghost, so when she returned, it was this big.

“It even has the ability to harm ordinary people.”

“So fierce?” The old Daoist priest smacked his lips. Why did he feel a little excited?

It would be best to kill this bunch of sc.u.mbags. They deserved it!

“Actually, she wouldn't have become so exaggerated all of a sudden,” Zhou Ze added.

“Then what is going on?” The old Daoist looked around. “Are there any other mysterious people around here?”

Zhou Ze nodded.

The old Daoist priest widened his eyes and said in a low voice, “Can you find it, Boss?”

Zhou Ze shook his head.

“Then what should we do? What if that guy has ulterior motives?” The old Daoist was anxious.

“That person must have cut the connection between the bell and the female ghost. It was like he had opened the cage that held the female ghost. This was the release of the ghost.

If not for that security guard stopping me, I would have been able to stop this. Sigh. ”

“Don't…” The old Daoist priest smiled awkwardly.” Boss, how about I go in with you now? ”

The boss wanted to catch ghosts to boost his sales, so the old Daoist priest could only follow him.

“We're not going. The security guards are too fierce and strong. One of us is an old man, and the other is disabled. We can't beat them.”

“I can…” The old Daoist priest wanted to volunteer himself. The security guard looked fierce, but the old Daoist was confident that he could handle him. Furthermore, he did not know what the ghost inside had done to him.

However, the old Daoist priest suddenly recalled a scene.

The boss had just said that someone had severed the connection between the female ghost and the bell, allowing the evil ghost to escape.

The old Daoist recalled the time when he was arguing with the security guard.

The boss standing behind the bell seemed to have used his nails to play with it.

Right.

He remembered it correctly!

“Boss, I can't beat him. He's useless.”

The old Daoist priest pretended to be disappointed and even winked at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze did not comment.

Put your hand to your mouth.

Facing his fingernails,

Softly…

Blow…