The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine-Chapter 17 - : Chapter 17: One Spit

Chapter 17: Chapter 17: One Spit

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The fireball floated directly towards the second floor of the villa!

Huang Xiaolong nonchalantly followed, while Cui Dong’s face grew increasingly pale, his eyes filled with panic and fear.

“Dad…you’re just scaring yourself.” Cui Feiyan, concerned for her father, quickly held up Cui Dong and softly comforted him. “There are no such things as ghosts in this world. Wait a bit, and we will soon expose his circus act.”

“Master, there’s no need to be worried. No matter what happens, I, as your humble servant, will do everything in my power to ensure your safety and Miss Feiyan’s,” said Uncle Fu.

At this point, Uncle Fu’s ancient eyes flashed with determination, showing his gallant spirit.

Hearing this, Huang Xiaolong could not help but chuckle and shake his head.

This Uncle Fu, although full of vitality, was clearly a martial artist. But asking him to deal with ghostly spirits was like lighting a lantern in a cesspit—pure suicide!

The fireball hovered outside the main bedroom on the second floor, staying perfectly still in mid-air.

“M-Master… This… This is the bedroom… I slept in…” stammered Cui Dong.

“Hmm, it’s here.” Huang Xiaolong smiled.

The bedroom door was not locked. He grasped the doorknob, turned it, and the door creaked open.

Inside the room, it was pitch-black. A cold gust of wind blew out from the room, extinguishing the fireball.

It was the peak of summer, and the Binhai climate was extremely hot. There was no air conditioning in the villa, so it should have been unbearably hot. But this room was surprisingly cool. The cold wind chilled them to the bone, making them question whether this was a bedroom or a freezer.

Huang Xiaolong’s eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement as he took the lead and entered the room, switching on the lights with the flick of a switch.

The room was instantly bathed in light.

“Come in.” Huang Xiaolong waved to Cui Dong and the others.

“O-okay…” Cui Dong staggered into the room, supported by Cui Feiyan and Uncle Fu on either side.

The bedroom was spacious, taking up around 50 or 60 square meters. It had imported solid wood flooring, antique rosewood furniture, and a large carved bed.

Huang Xiaolong’s gaze fell on the space underneath the bed.

“Humph! Where’s the ghost? Weren’t you going to show us a ghost?” As soon as she entered the room, Cui Feiyan searched around nervously.

After a good look around, she didn’t see any signs of ghostly activity.

She let out a long sigh of relief and teased, “I would love to see how you explain this!”

Huang Xiaolong ignored Cui Feiyan and smiled towards the space beneath the bed. “Hi there, no need to hide. Come out.”

As soon as he finished his sentence, a blast of cold air erupted from underneath the bed!

“Hehehe- Hehe- A little Taoist who dares to meddle…hehe- ” A shrill female voice echoed from beneath the bed.

Following the voice, a woman dressed in red crawled out from under the bed. She raised her head, her bloodshot eyes glaring intensely at Huang Xiaolong.

Her hair was disheveled, blood smeared across her face. Her facial veins had burst from extreme congestion, making her appearance horrifying. Inside her hollow eye sockets, flashes of red spectral fire flickered!

Under normal circumstances, Cui Dong, Cui Feiyan, and Uncle Fu wouldn’t be able to see or hear it.

“Oh… A Red -Clothed Specter?” Huang Xiaolong shook his head slightly. “This is simply too easy…”

There are hierarchies among ghosts.

The lowest rank is that of a wandering soul. During the seven days after death, the soul will wander around family members, their own house, will not harm anyone, and simply watch silently. After seven days, they will report to the underworld.

Then there are forlorn ghosts, those who did not report to the underworld within the stipulated time for various reasons. They fear sunlight and initially, do not harm humans. For example, the ghost of a woman in white in the back seat of the short-haired black cab driver’s BYD F3 was a forlorn ghost.

Next, come ghosts who have killed and carry heavy resentment, all of which are categorized as “ferocious ghosts.” They are divided into seven levels according to the colors of the rainbow. They fear no sunlight, have the ability to kill humans, and possess various special means.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple. Red is akin to crimson, and this Red -Clothed Specter in front of Huang Xiaolong is considered the weakest among the “ferocious ghosts”.

Even so, ordinary people who encounter a red-robed vengeful ghost will generally be tortured to death slowly.

“Bold spirit, lingering in the mortal world, seeking wealth and harming lives, injuring the innocent, your sins are unforgivable…” Huang Xiaolong said in a lazy-spirited manner.

“Hehe…” Cui Feiyan chuckled cynically from behind. “Are you not tired? Who are you talking to? A ghost? Your self-directed play is quite clumsy!”

“Feiyan, you haven’t opened your Heavenly Eye, so naturally, you can’t see the spectral entities, but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist. This red-robed vengeful ghost is laughing at you right now…” Huang Xiaolong laughed. “Enough, this time I will let you experience it firsthand—the talisman of revelation!”

Huang Xiaolong casually pulled out a yellow paper talisman from his pocket, with a flick, the talisman ignited itself.

A flash of golden light swooshed by!

At the same time, the bedroom light, as if affected by some unknown force, began to flicker.

Chilly currents blew into the collars of Cui Dong, Cui Feiyan, and Uncle Fu, making them feel bone-chilling cold in the scorching heat.

“Something… Something’s not right…” Uncle Fu also felt a chill in his heart, subconsciously taking a step forward, blocking Cui Feiyan and Cui Dong behind him.

“Where … where’s the ghost?” Cui Feiyan finally felt frightened. Very frightened.

She mustered up the courage and glanced at the intricately carved big bed, but found no abnormality.

“Look– It has floated up there.” Huang Xiaolong pointed upward with his finger.

Cui Dong, Cui Feiyan, and Uncle Fu, looked up almost simultaneously.

They saw the red-robed vengeful ghost hanging upside down on the ceiling, its long hair dropping down, the blood dripping from its face, its mouth grinning wide-open, showing a creepy smile!

“Ah! A ghost!” Cui Dong took a step back in fright, his scalp tingling, his hairs standing on end!

“Master, Miss, don’t … don’t be afraid… I … I will protect you…” This was Uncle

Fu’s first encounter with a ghost, and his bravery had already evaporated, replaced by cold fear!

“Don’t come over… you…” Cui Feiyan’s face turned pale, she subconsciously ran to Huang Xiaolong’s side and instantly put her arm around Huang Xiaolong, her whole body trembling like chaff.

This is a subconscious move people make when they face danger.

In other words, subconsciously, Cui Feiyan thought that among the people present, only Huang Xiaolong could protect her!

“I … I, Cui Dong, I swear I’ve never done anything guilty, I’ve never harmed anyone… why… why do you want to … hurt me? Debts have creditors… you… you shouldn’t come after me… I will burn incense and spirit money for you…

please leave…” Cui Dong pleaded pitifully.

“Uncle Cui, what you are saying is basically lighting a lamp for naught. Vengeful ghosts are driven by obsession and hatred, no matter whether you were the one who caused their death, if they fixate on you, they would try their best to torment you until death.” Huang Xiaolong chuckled.

“Little Taoist, go die for me!” The red-robed vengeful ghost screeched, and like a hawk pouncing on a rabbit, swooped down at Huang Xiaolong.

“Ah!” Cui Feiyan let out a sharp scream, utterly terrified, instinctively her hands curled tighter, clenching Huang Xiaolong’s waist!

Huang Xiaolong’s mouth curled up in an arrogant smirk, he didn’t make any visible move, just opened his

He spat towards the red-robed vengeful ghost who was swooping down at a fierce speed!

Boom!

The spit landed squarely on the ghost’s forehead, this blow was akin to a thunderbolt, the red-robed vengeful ghost’s body was blasted into pieces!

In an instant, Huang Xiaolong took out a bamboo tube from his bag, opened the lid, and pointed the mouth towards the red-robed vengeful ghost.

The scattered body of the red-robed vengeful ghost turned into wisps of black smoke, mixed with the sound of its wailing, all of it rushed into the bamboo tube.

Huang Xiaolong cheerily capped the tube.

The bedroom light returned to normal, the cold air dispersed, and it gradually started to warm up.

“Feiyan, have you hugged enough?” Huang Xiaolong turned his head back to look at Cui Feiyan who was still tightly hugging him, grinning playfully.