While Qi Cai Dan acted as an intermediary to mediate the incident between humans and spirits.
Jiang Lin was also watching the live stream in the Eighteenth Hall.
Jiang Lin didn't have much impression of Ye You Shi and Jiang Zi Wei, who were guarding the front line.
But when he saw the matchstick-man paper figurine and the red light in Ye You Shi's right eye.
He suddenly remembered.
"So it's them."
Jiang Lin watched the live broadcast thoughtfully, "They're quite skilled in its use."
Especially Ye You Shi.
Most people are repulsed by the sight of ghosts.
But Ye You Shi seemed to show no sign of repulsion.
On the contrary, when he saw those strange spirits, his eyes lit up.
Clearly, he was very interested.
It was rather rare.
Suddenly, Jiang Lin withdrew his gaze from the live stream.
And looked to the upper right.
Tan Xiao Dong's communication stone on his wrist had been crushed.
...
Recently, Tan Xiao Dong hadn't contacted Jiang Lin much.
Through repeated explanations, Tan Xiao Dong had already learned that for ordinary injuries, he should see a doctor.
If the doctor couldn't solve it, and he felt inexplicably unwell, then he should call Jiang Lin.
The last time he crushed the stone was a week ago.
The reason was that he didn't know why he was dizzy.
When Jiang Lin arrived, he saw a large lump on the back of Tan Xiao Dong's head.
Listening to the nurses at the psychiatric hospital chatting, they said that Tan Xiao Dong had slipped while practicing his sword technique and fell on his back from the bed.
He hit the back of his head with a thud and was dazed.
After lying on the bed, he kept boasting to the old man next door that his sword technique had been successful.
Why?
When the nurse asked, Tan Xiao Dong said with a serious face.
"Because I just saw the stars and the sea!"
He also said, "If you encounter demons, feel free to find me. This divine sword will slay them with a single strike!"
After hearing the whole story, Jiang Lin didn't know what to say when he looked at Tan Xiao Dong below.
Tan Xiao Dong cried out, "It hurts!"
Jiang Lin calmly stated the facts, "You have a lump on your head."
"I know! My sword technique has reached great success!"
"Your headache is because you have a lump on your head."
"Impossible!"
Tan Xiao Dong flipped over and sat up, glancing at him askance, with an expression that seemed to say, "Why are you, a sword spirit, so unworldly?"
"It's because my sword technique has reached great success!"
"Why would reaching great success in sword technique cause a headache?" Jiang Lin asked.
"Yes, why would it cause a headache?"
"...Because you have a lump on your head."
By the end, Jiang Lin almost wanted to laugh.
He looked up and saw Tan Xiao Dong tilting his head and looking at him, asking, "Why don't you have a lump on your head?"
"Aren't the sword spirit and the divine sword one?"
Jiang Lin shook his head, amused inwardly.
You can justify yourself in this regard.
...
...
Arriving in the human world from the underworld again.
Jiang Lin could now skillfully find the Volcano Psychiatric Hospital.
Before even entering the hospital, he heard the nurses talking about Tan Xiao Dong from afar.
"He's quite well-behaved today, not attacking with slippers or practicing randomly."
"Could it be because I told him yesterday that if he behaved well, he'd get an extra divine sword king chicken leg for dinner?"
"Divine sword king chicken leg?"
"Yes, doesn't he say he's a divine sword? Actually, it's quite interesting to communicate with him from a patient's perspective."
"Ugh... you should be careful. Don't end up admitted yourself one day."
"Spit-tui! (ノ_<) Get lost."
...
Jiang Lin went to room 2203 as usual.
Just as he was about to check if the child had bumped into anything again.
But when he saw Tan Xiao Dong lying on the bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Tan Xiao Dong?"
"Tan Xiao Dong? Divine Sword?"
Jiang Lin rushed over, calling out twice, before Tan Xiao Dong slowly turned his head to look at him.
He raised his right hand, and the red stone on it was already broken and gone.
"It's gone," he said slowly.
Jiang Lin immediately tied a new stone on his wrist, "Now it's here."
Tan Xiao Dong touched the stone and smiled, "Ou Bai (Sword Spirit Jiang Lin), no matter how many times I call you, will you always come?"
Jiang Lin thought for a moment and nodded.
"What about the story of the boy who cried wolf?"
"I'm not a wolf."
"That's right, hehehehe... You're my sword spirit."
Tan Xiao Dong chuckled, then suddenly frowned.
A black mist surged through his clear eyes.
Jiang Lin's pupils contracted, "Don't move, let me take a look!"
Ghostly energy appeared in his hand, and he began to examine Tan Xiao Dong.
As time passed, his expression became grim.
The demonic energy within Tan Xiao Dong had actually worsened to this extent.
It wasn't this serious when he last came.
Had the speed of demonic energy erosion... accelerated?
He flipped his wrist, and a thin, dark green shell appeared in his palm.
—A specialty from the Southern Hall.
He placed the thin shell on Tan Xiao Dong and activated the faint green essence on it to quickly enter Tan Xiao Dong's body.
Tan Xiao Dong's furrowed brow slowly relaxed, and he looked at Jiang Lin with curiosity.
He touched his stomach, "It feels so cool and comfortable."
"Where did you get this? Can you give it to me?"
He paused, "No, you're my sword spirit, and what's yours is mine, hehehehe..."
Unlike Tan Xiao Dong's casual demeanor, Jiang Lin's expression grew increasingly grave.
Although the dark green shell could play a certain role, it only slowed down the surging demonic energy.
What should he do?
Jiang Lin's mind instinctively conjured two words—'Black Abyss'.
He shook his head and withdrew the ghostly energy he was using to examine Tan Xiao Dong.
Seeing Jiang Lin look at him, Tan Xiao Dong quickly hid the dark green shell he was playing with into his sleeve.
He looked left and right, avoiding his gaze.
Jiang Lin didn't ask for it back and said calmly, "Is there anything else you want to do?"
Huh? Wasn't he going to take back this cool thing?
Tan Xiao Dong secretly looked at him, appraising him.
Then, he smugly withdrew his gaze, "Don't admire me, this divine sword is just a legend."
In his opinion, the sword spirit was admiring him, which was why he actively wanted to help him.
Jiang Lin pondered for a moment and said, "Do you want to see your family?"
Tan Xiao Dong glanced at him but didn't respond.
He, a dignified divine sword, had long since severed his emotions and desires.
Colloquially put: Ruthless when drawing his sword!
While Jiang Lin wasn't paying attention, Tan Xiao Dong quietly slipped off the bed and went to the old man sleeping in the next bed.
Then, he hid the dark green shell in his hand under the old man.
Jiang Lin saw it.
But he didn't expose him.
He hovered in the air, watching Tan Xiao Dong's interaction with the old man, and fell into silence.
Perhaps, this was also good.
At least in Tan Xiao Dong's world, he was content and happy.
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