glared at him, this old man wasn't scared at all"Well, everything happens for a reason. Good fortune and bad fortune are intertwined and can't be escaped. I've long since let go of it." My dad shrugge...Lao Lin is not good at speaking. When he describes things, he is plain and his logic is poor. My brother and I were confused after listening to him.

Lao Lin shrugged helplessly: "That's all I know. The director thought that after I left, those ghosts would run rampant and said he needed me to go back to work. I secretly inquired, and the morgue is very dangerous now. I don't want to die."

I looked at my brother. His focus wasn't on the danger, but...

How much hardship pay did the dean give

Well, reality is that making a living is more important. My brother now focuses on money, as long as he doesn't harm others, he tries his best to earn it.

And my brother naturally took on the responsibility of paying for everything: the old woman's expenses, my father's, mine, and even the milk money for the two little ones in my belly. He kept muttering about how hard it is to support a whole family and that he also had to pay Chen Lao Head’s salary as his "younger brother."

I don't trust my older brother to handle this alone. If anything happens, he wouldn't even have anyone to talk to. Dad's injuries are too severe, and he's deliberately distancing himself from the negative energy. So in the end, I went with my brother.

Coming back to this hospital, it was surprisingly deserted. We were all taken aback.

Before my brother interned here, there were quite a few patients, but now it's half empty, and you can hardly see any staff.

It wasn't even dark yet, but in the hospital security room there were a few people arguing loudly. As I got closer, I heard they were quarreling about who was supposed to take the night shift.

"With all this going on, the only reason I'm still here is because I'm waiting for last month's paycheck! And you want me to work the night shift Not a chance! I won't be doing that!" A big man roared, looking like he was about to punch the captain.

The captain desperately soothed and finally agreed to provide a late-night snack, cash of one thousand yuan, etc., before the big man reluctantly agreed.

My brother lay on the security guard's windowsill and chuckled, "Come on, don't even guards fear working the night shift"

He took out his soft Chinese cigarette and went to chat someone up, Lao Lin took the opportunity to quietly lead me into the hospital.

The waiting area was deserted, with no patients, doctors, or nurses. Not even a cleaner was in sight.

"What's going on Has things gotten out of hand" I frowned, glancing at the elevators leading underground, all of them halted.

The elevator often had paranormal problems before, it would randomly go to the third basement floor. Now I guess things are really bad down there, the elevator just stopped working completely.

“The previous head of this hospital was in contact with the zombies, there were many unclaimed corpses around here. The headmaster colluded with a few doctors to sell these corpses, and now... you see for yourself, retribution has come.” Lao Lin led me to the foot of the stairs, hesitated a bit, and said, “Or… or should we wait for the young master to go down together”

Lao Lin is my cousin. Technically, we should call him "uncle," but my brother is the eldest son and grandson of the Mu family. He, as an outsider, is used to being called "Young Master" by us.

I sat on the bench in the hall, watching the empty hospital. A place bustling with people at all times, once it became desolate, a cold and chilling atmosphere instantly filled every corner.

My brother swaggered in, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and grinned, “Several people have died here. The staff has run off, the patients are too scared to stay, everyone's transferring out. I bet the director is beside himself right now Let's go talk to some people first, then we'll go chat with the ghosts."

After climbing up seven flights of stairs, I was exhausted and had to massage my aching waist. Lately, I've been feeling the weight on my bones more and more. Thinking about how to get through the last month, I feel a little overwhelmed.

Lao Lin looked at me with admiration: "Miss Mu, you're really amazing. Most pregnant women would probably get angry climbing seven floors."

"Tch, my sister's not your average pregnant woman." My brother rolled his eyes at Lao Lin and guided me toward the head physician's office.

The phone in the dean's office rang incessantly, and the person inside seemed annoyed as they slammed the phone down. We glanced at each other, and Lao Lin pushed open the office door: "Dean, the person you asked me to bring is here."

The Dean, a man in his fifties with a Mediterranean complexion, looked at me and my brother, stunned. “Who did you ask for I told you to ask for the Master, and you brought a pregnant woman and a young man! Are you here to die!”

"Mind your words," I frowned, finding a sofa to sit on. "You think there aren't enough dead people here already The stairwell's gloom can't even be masked."

The dean looked utterly exhausted. As soon as I said this, he slumped in his chair and clutched his forehead, saying, "I... there's nothing I can do. If things keep going like this, the only option left is for me to jump out a window... The higher-ups have noticed the unusual activity here, and I reckon the Public Security Bureau will soon form a special task force to investigate. But how do you investigate something so bizarre What if the people on the task force die here too..."

He muttered to himself for a moment, then suddenly asked Lao Lin, “Why didn’t anything happen when you were here before”

"We have our own rules and secrets, you better not ask. These two are the current heads of the Mu family, much more powerful than me. They should be able to handle that monster below."

The院長, hearing Lao Lin say this, looked at us in surprise: “This…it's really surprising! People can’t be judged by their appearance. To be so young and yet more capable than Lao Lin...Both of you, how do you charge”

My brother smirked and said, "It depends on you. How much you give shows your sincerity, and whether we're willing to help depends on our mood."

He's truly a slippery character. Sometimes, I feel like my brother was born to do this kind of work. He's bold and optimistic, slick and shrewd, and he knows how to talk his way around things. Most importantly, he has a clear mind.

The Dean's expression was a bit conflicted. He asked Lao Lin, "How does your industry charge fees Many masters should have fee standards, right"

Shen Qingrui's style is to always start at seven figures, which is pretty impressive, but she's also too domineering. Ordinary people wouldn't dare to hire her.

The director of the hospital is a corrupt and power-hungry person. After such a major incident, he's terrified but still clinging to his position at the hospital. He must be reluctant to give up his power.

Now they have to pay out of pocket for this, they must be feeling the pain.

Lao Lin counseled: "Now, is money important, or life important Or do you want to go to jail"

The director's words stung. He hesitated before saying, "I have only one million in cash here... any more would mean diverting public funds, wouldn't that be asking for trouble..."

“You know, embezzling public funds is a death sentence. Doing these wicked things, aren't you afraid of retribution” My brother sneered: “We're not doing this for you. You have to resolve your own karma yourself. We just came here because of Old Lin to see what kind of evil spirit is causing trouble. If we can send it away, we will... Or why don't you ask other Taoists to come and take a look first”

The Dean was close to tears: “To be frank, I’ve already looked… but—”

But what

"From the seventh floor down to the third basement, I couldn't help but complain: "I should have just stayed on the first floor and waited for you. It's so tiring, my waist is about to break!"

My brother smirked and said, "You can blame me for your legs almost being broken, but you should blame your husband for your waist almost being broken! He's the one who made you work so hard."

Before I could retort, a small head suddenly popped up from the third floor below. A boy stood at the corner, peering at us—

>d me on the situation. Your esteemed master is a high-ranking hermit who practices seclusion from the world, rarely venturing into our circles. If there's any misunderstanding, please don't take it to...