This Actor Is Full Of Tricks

In the pitch-black sub-level one, Huang Yong huddled next to a car, gazing around in terror.

He had also become separated from Duan Fei, and now he was all alone.

This made him, who was already somewhat afraid, even more terrified; his legs were weak, and he didn't dare move an inch.

However, just now, the ghost wall had inexplicably disappeared, but he didn't dare shout for help, fearing that it was a trap set by the supernatural.

He even felt that there were eerie figures hidden inside the cars in the darkness.

After a few minutes, he heard sounds coming from sub-level two, as if someone was fighting. Before long, it turned into the sound of pursuit, and he could vaguely hear words like "a doctor's benevolent heart" and "performing surgery."

"Could it be a doctor ghost? That's possible. After all, the security guard said that the ghost's face was covered in cuts, possibly made with a scalpel."

"It seems that Duan Fei and the others are fighting that doctor ghost. Should I go and help?"

Huang Yong listened carefully, his face full of hesitation.

To be honest, he was very scared. There was still a distance from here to the passage leading to sub-level two. What if a ghost suddenly appeared during this time?

Before long, all the sounds disappeared, and the parking lot became silent.

Did they lose or win?

Huang Yong pricked up his ears. There was indeed no movement at all. The musty smell in the air had faded a lot, and the entire parking lot seemed to have become brighter.

Could it be that they won?

He carefully poked his head out, using the car body to conceal himself.

There was nothing strange in sub-level one. The safety sign one hundred meters away, leading to the passage to sub-level two, was emitting a faint green light.

Should I go down and take a look?

Huang Yong looked at the sign, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

In the end, he decided to go down and take a look.

"Just observe at the entrance of the sub-level two passage first. If there's anything wrong, run back up immediately!"

He made up his mind, crouched down, and cautiously crept towards the passage entrance, even lightening his breathing a lot, worried that making a little noise would attract the ghosts hiding in the dark.

Fortunately, he made it all the way without any mishaps. When he reached the passage entrance, he was startled by the headless corpse.

"Damn it!"

He almost cried out, tightly covering his mouth to prevent himself from making a sound.

Trembling, he bypassed the corpse and crept down the stairs. After descending the stairs, he lay prone behind the fire door, revealing half of his head to look outside.

Sub-level two was darker than sub-level one, filled with a pungent bloody smell, but it wasn't the smell of human blood, but rather a foul odor.

"It's the blood of ghosts. Did Duan Fei and the others kill the ghost?"

Huang Yong looked around, and when he looked towards a certain place, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Who is that?"

A figure was crouching between two cars in front of him to the right.

The figure had its back to him, and the mottled clothes could barely be recognized as a white coat, but not much of the snow-white color remained; instead, it was covered in black ink stains.

No! No!

Those aren't ink stains!

That seems to be blood! Black blood!

When he saw that the ink stains were still dripping down the white coat, Huang Yong finally realized that it was clearly the blood of ghosts!

How many ghosts did he kill to make a white coat look like this?

Since he killed the ghosts, then this guy should be human, but who is this person? Could it be a strong person from another faction who lit up the spirit domain?

After thinking that the other party was human, Huang Yong secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to walk out from behind the door when he heard the white coat suddenly speak.

"One, two, three, four…"

"Not enough, not enough…"

The voice was low and magnetic, and the figure seemed to be fiddling with something on the ground, but it was blocked, and Huang Yong couldn't see it clearly at all.

Glug, glug…

The next moment, a shriveled woman's head rolled from in front of the figure to the side, its sunken eyes staring fixedly in the direction where Huang Yong was.

"That's… a human head?"

Huang Yong felt as if he had been electrocuted, and all the hairs on his back stood on end: "One, two, three, four…"

"Could he be counting heads?"

"This guy isn't human! He's a ghost!"

"White coat! It's that doctor ghost who keeps shouting about a doctor's benevolent heart!"

Huang Yong's scalp was about to explode. He had killed so many people, and the blood of his kind had stained his white coat black. Just how strong was this doctor ghost?

In his horrified gaze, the figure slowly turned around. There was no trace of ferocity on that face; instead, it was as gentle and refined as a handsome young man.

The eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses looked at Huang Yong, a look of excitement appearing: "Five."

"Barely enough."

Five? Five what?

Huang Yong was stunned. After reacting, his legs suddenly went weak, and fear gripped his heart like an invisible hand.

"He's counting my head! He wants to take off my head!"

Without any hesitation, Huang Yong turned around and fled. He didn't have the slightest thought of fighting. The doctor ghost's aura alone was enough to prove that he, a mere first-order, could not contend with him.

The sound of leather shoes chasing after him came from behind. Huang Yong's heart was pounding wildly. The doctor ghost was catching up!

At the same time, a gentle laughter sounded from behind: "You are sick, very sick. Your head and your body are severely mismatched."

"Let me perform surgery on you."

"It's very simple. Just change your head."

Listening to the terrifying whispers behind him, Huang Yong didn't dare to look back at all, scrambling up the stairs with both hands and feet.

Change heads? Wouldn't that directly kill me!

Just listening to these words made Huang Yong feel like his mind was being contaminated. He was about to collapse.

Bang!

When he climbed to the corner of the stairs, his toes hit the steps, and he fell face-first to the ground with a thud.

Huang Yong ignored the pain and wanted to get up and continue running.

In the time it took for him to fall, the sound of leather shoes had already reached behind him. He only felt an icy hand grab his collar and flip him over.

Then, he saw a smiling face plastered in front of him. In the doctor ghost's hand was a fruit knife, and cold black blood dripped from the blade onto his face.

"You patient, why don't you listen to the doctor? Why are you running around everywhere?"

The smile on the doctor ghost's face disappeared, and flames of madness burned in his eyes, the corners of his mouth widening: "Don't worry, my medical skills are very good. Those four heads just now were all my patients. Not one of them has ever given me a bad review."

"It won't hurt you too much."

How can people give you bad reviews when they're already dead!

Huang Yong's eyes widened. The doctor ghost's voice was like a murmur from hell. The fear in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he screamed loudly.

Then Lin Jue saw this guy kick his legs, roll his eyes, and pass out cold.

"Isn't he a little too timid?" He curled his lips and released the guy's collar: "He doesn't even have the courage to resist. How did this guy get into the Special Investigation Department?"

He fainted after being slightly scared. He has the nerve to call other people cowards with that kind of courage?