Late at night, all the arts were silent. In SZ City, there was no other sound in the hospital in the neurosurgery department of a 602 hospital in SZ City, except for the occasional sound of instruments, the snoring of patients or accompanying staff.

Two nurses on duty at the nurse station also fell asleep on the table. They had just checked the room and closed the floor doors on both sides of the elevator and fire passage. After confirming that no one could enter or exit, they took a rest and took a rest, and the clinker suddenly fell asleep.

There was only one patient in the last ward of the east corridor, but he sat up like a corpse. His expression was a little bit woody, his body was covered with various pipelines, the electrocardiogram monitoring equipment on the bedside table next to him was still operating normally, and the curves of various colors on the screen were still refreshing. He finally recalled where he was.

This is a special ward, which has undergone brief isolation and surveillance transformation. For example, a monitoring probe is installed, and the window is closed by a strong tempered membrane. It can withstand the impact of more than ten tons of objects at a time without breaking and deformation. An electronic steel door is also installed in the corridor outside the door. There are special passages for medical staff to enter and exit. There are three beds in the ward. Two are prepared for the guards, and the other one is for the patient to use.

There were at least six guards in the corridor outside the ward, and there were more guards on the outside. The posture of facing a great enemy showed the importance of the patient. He was Zhang Zhiqiang.

It was the third day that Zhang Zhiqiang was sent to the hospital and was in a coma. Fortunately, the rescue was timely and his physical fitness was excellent. Although two bullets pierced the vital parts of the body, modern medicine actually pulled the person back from the brink of death.

To be precise, during this process, Zhang Zhiqiang woke up once in the middle and was not noticed by the medical staff. His brain waves were pulled by an invisible force and almost sat up. Of course, according to Zhang Zhiqiang's physical condition at that time, his consciousness was not clear, but then a coordinate of the direction and a message were imprinted deep in his mind. When disturbed, the instruments and equipment on the side were all disturbed to varying degrees, but they were soon cured.

The prosecutors concluded that the instrument was disturbed by nearby electromagnetic waves, but after checking around for a long time, they could not find the root cause, so it was left alone. The only countermeasure was to strengthen security forces. This was originally a military hospital, and there would not be too many problems with safety measures.

Zhang Zhiqiang looked at the display screen with his head tilted for a while, then reached out and pulled out various threads and catheters on his body one by one. With a drip, the electronic screen that was constantly updated was frozen on a picture and stopped moving. However, the damage to this sound pattern also made a guard who was dozing on the bed next to him wake up. He looked at the hospital bed close at hand with sleepy eyes and opened his eyes wide in surprise.

But before the guard could shout, he was hit by his Adam's apple by a sudden fist. Zhang Zhiqiang gently put down the guard and covered it with a white sheet. Then he turned his ears to listen to the movements around him, and then opened and closed his nose to smell something.

The process took less than five seconds, and another guard woke up. Zhang Zhiqiang made the same move freely and knocked down the guard down and covered the bed sheet. He also found a pistol and a bunch of keys from the man. He didn't know whether it worked or not, so he would take it to himself first.

When Zhang Zhiqiang was committing violence in the ward and was about to break through, a tall black shadow appeared in the corridor outside. The man's outfit was very strange, wearing a Taoist crown, a Taoist robe, a cloth bag on his back, and a whisk in his hand. He suddenly appeared in such an occasion late at night, making people feel creepy.

I don’t know how this man came in. He shook step by step, walked slowly without any trace. He stopped by the electronic steel door, reached out and took out a bloody finger from his arms, pressed the electronic sensing area, and snapped, and the electronic door opened in response.

"Who is it? Stop and don't move!" A guard leaning against the bench in the corridor suddenly woke up. He looked at the gate and his scalp exploded. It was a face like a ghost, in the Taoist costume. At first glance, he looked extremely horrified at night. He jumped up like a conditioned reflex and pulled out the gun at his waist.

The colleagues woke up all the time when they heard the shouts. Their duty whistle was extremely tired because they were extremely tired tonight. Unfortunately, everyone's reactions and movements were too slow in the eyes of the ghost Taoist priest. He even thoughtfully paused, and then waved his arms. The whisk in his hand suddenly rose, and the silver needle hidden among the silver threads flew out loud. It was as dense as rain. Under the attack without discrimination, the five guards in the corridor were all caught. The silver needle was poisonous. Before everyone could make a call, they all softened to the ground.

At this moment, the surveillance camera had captured the situation in the corridor and the ward. Such an accident surprised the sleepy guards guarding next to the surveillance. Just as they were about to reach out to press the red alarm button next to them, their throat was suddenly pinched by a big hand. Behind the big hand was an extremely ugly face, with a cold blue light, but their eyes were scary red. The man suddenly opened his mouth, his blood-red tongue jumped out like a poisonous snake, and turned into a thick * in the wind. The end suddenly opened, and several fleshy beards like the tentacles of an octopus suddenly grabbed the guard's cheek. In just a few seconds, the guard became a mummy.

The Taoist threw his bloody finger on the ground. Just as the door of the ward was opened, Zhang Zhiqiang's muzzle pointed at the Taoist, but his eyes swept around the guards who were lying on the ground, revealing a confused look.

"Follow me." The Taoist priest sighed. He was wearing a ghost mask and could not show his true face. After that, he turned around and left.

Zhang Zhiqiang was shocked, but he heard a familiar voice. He put away his pistol, chose a guard of similar size, and quickly changed his clothes. Looking up, the Taoist priest had turned around the corner, so he rushed to chase him.

The Taoist priest did not work as an elevator. He went downstairs along the fire passage and left the inpatient building. He knew that the guards on the periphery were still strict and did not dare to be careless. Zhang Zhiqiang followed him all the way, silent, and two figures came out of the back door of the hospital one after another.

Of course, the back door had been closed, and the Taoist priest still used unconventional means to knock down the guards. There was a black car parked outside the door, with the license plate numbers in the front and rear of the door being blocked. There was a thin man in the driving position. When he saw the Taoist priest, he started the car. The two of them got into the car quickly, and the car ran away with a loud bang.

The thin man stared at the front and did not dare to look at the rearview mirror for much. Zhang Zhiqiang and Taoist priests in the back row did not speak, and there was a strong atmosphere of tension and depression in their silence.

The car had been driving for no reason, but finally stopped behind a hill in the suburbs. The Taoist priest pushed the door and got out of the car, and Zhang Zhiqiang did not hesitate.

"Are you sure you want to go your own way?" The Taoist priest spoke. He stood on the gentle slope with his hands behind his back and looked into the distance. At this time, the sky had turned white and was not far from dawn.

"I have no choice, and someone needs to unravel the family's century-old secret."

"What a big tone, don't think you can do anything if you take the Amethyst Crystal Ring." The Taoist snorted heavily, then sighed, "Actually, there is no need. The past is like a gust of wind. Are you not afraid of my expert skills?"

"Haha, expert law? Then why do you do this tonight?"

"Are you too smart or stupid? You really can't die in the hospital."

Zhang Zhiqiang's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything. He thought in his mind whether the Taoist uncle could escape once he took action, and his hand unconsciously touched his waist.

"Stop greed, give you another chance, go overseas from now on, don't come back again, how about?" The Taoist priest was silent for a moment, as if he couldn't bear to take action after all, and it could be considered as leaving some incense for the Mugen lineage.

"Don't my uncle feel that there are signs of change in this world?"

"What do you want to say?"

"You have never told me the secret of Liuyun Temple. Baiyun's old mao still has treasures in his hand. My old opponent has all kinds of incredible supernatural powers. Don't all these signs indicate that the gate in the treasure is really about to open?"

"All nonsense!" The Taoist priest was furious and regretted that he had committed a crime to rescue this nephew. Although he was not a good person, he was even more ambitious than the bastard in front of him, but now is not the time, and he can't bear to watch Zhang Zhiqiang go willful and ruin the entire Zhang family completely. "For the last warning, leave here, don't come back, and don't interfere in the matter of the Zhang family."

"Haha, in fact, my uncle's purpose is the same as me, and his path is different, so why bother me so much?"

The old Taoist priest was silent, suddenly his sleeves swelled, and the whisk suddenly opened like lightning. Several silver threads had penetrated Zhang Zhiqiang's right hand at an unpredictable speed. With a clang, the pistol fell to the ground. The old Taoist priest's hair and hair were all wide, "Don't blame my uncle for being cruel!"

As the words fell, the old Taoist priest poked out his left hand like a ghost, and his five fingers were blatantly spreading like an eagle claw into Zhang Zhiqiang's face. He wanted to kill this disobedient nephew in front of him. But at this moment, a red light flashed behind Zhang Zhiqiang, and a blood-red strip of flesh appeared out of thin air, rushing straight to the old Taoist's face, with the speed obviously faster than the old Taoist.
Chapter completed!