"Eh? Why are you up?"
Hong Ya, who had just phased through the wall from the corridor, asked curiously as she saw the soul floating up.
She had arrived half an hour early!
She looked at the old man's soul and then at his body lying on the bed.
"That shouldn't be... you still have half an hour, and your body hasn't lost its vitality yet..."
The old man's soul looked at her, his expression even more bewildered than hers.
Just as Hong Ya was wondering if she should push the old man's soul back into his body to wait for him to come out in half an hour.
The old man's soul suddenly bent over and shot backward in another direction, flying away.
Extremely fast.
As if being sucked away by something.
"!!"
Hong Ya was startled and instinctively chased after him.
"Don't run!"
The old man's soul quickly passed through layers of white walls and arrived outside the hospital.
Before he could even react, a ghost wearing a black cloak, its face obscured, rushed out from a nearby alley.
It reached out to grab the old man.
Hong Ya, who had just chased out, saw this scene and felt a sudden urgency.
She shouted, "What little ghost is this, daring to snatch souls from a ghost messenger!"
As she rushed forward, she took out her mourning staff and infused it with ghost energy.
She directly shot it towards the cloaked ghost.
The cloaked ghost probably didn't expect the ghost messenger to arrive so quickly. In a moment of desperation, it no longer bothered to grab the old man.
It leaped off the wall, turned in mid-air, and prepared to escape.
"Stop!!"
At this moment, Hong Ya thought of the reputation of a ghost messenger, thought of how this old man was almost abducted.
She even thought about how she needed to work harder to make up for her recent mistakes.
She swung her right hand, her index and middle fingers together.
The ghost energy directly connected to the flying mourning staff, making a sharp turn in mid-air.
It accelerated and shot towards the cloaked ghost with a "whoosh."
"I'll be damned!"
The cloaked ghost didn't expect the mourning staff to be able to track.
Caught off guard, it was penetrated through its cloak by the mourning staff.
And pinned to the adjacent wall.
After completing this series of actions in one go, Hong Ya finally came back to her senses.
Huh?
What just happened?
She looked at her hand, which felt a little sore and weak...
How did she manage that from such a distance?
Hong Ya, filled with confusion, flew towards the cloaked ghost.
However, after being stunned for two seconds, the cloaked ghost reacted quickly, took off its cloak, revealing the clothes underneath and a head of white hair. It leaped into the alley.
In the blink of an eye, it disappeared.
Hong Ya chased another two meters forward and then quickly stopped.
Firstly, she had used too much ghost energy just now.
Secondly...
She turned around, retrieved her mourning staff, thought for a moment, and then collected the cloak.
She planned to report it to the task center after returning to the underworld.
Not far away, the old man's soul was drifting forward in the air.
During their fight, he had already drifted a considerable distance.
Fearing further accidents, Hong Ya quickly flew over and caught the old man's soul.
Just as she was about to put it into the soul storage bag, she remembered that the man wasn't dead yet.
She had no choice but to take the old man and return to the hospital.
First, she had to put his soul back into his body.
...
Guarding the old man on the bed, Hong Ya looked at her right hand again.
What was that just now?
How did she do that?
It seemed... so cool!
As she was thinking, the old man on the hospital bed opened his eyes.
His soul slowly floated up.
Hong Ya glanced at the time and raised her hand to push him back.
"You're not dead yet, go back in and wait for your time."
After a while, the old man floated out again.
Hong Ya slapped him back with her hand.
"Go back in and wait."
When there were only ten minutes left before the appointed time,
A young woman with a child rushed to the outside of the intensive care unit.
They looked at the old man inside through the glass.
The little boy looked curiously inside, "Mom, what's wrong with Grandpa?"
The young woman's eyes were filled with tears, "Grandpa is going to another world..."
The little boy looked up, "Will Grandpa come back after he goes?"
The young woman covered her face, tears silently flowing from the corners of her eyes.
The little boy looked at his mother, then at his grandfather inside.
Perhaps sensing something, he said in his childlike voice:
"Mom, can Grandpa not go? I still want Grandpa to play with me."
"..."
The young woman could no longer speak, covering her mouth, she slowly squatted down, leaning against the glass.
Her high heels rubbed against her heels, causing them to bleed.
The pain was like tearing.
Some existences are often only realized when they are lost...
How many things were left undone.
Only then do people notice that their time is truly running out.
...
Beep, beep, beep—
As the instruments in the intensive care unit sounded.
The old man on the bed opened his eyes, and his soul slowly floated up.
This time, he seemed a little more lucid.
Seeing Hong Ya raise her hand, he instinctively dodged.
Afraid of being slapped again.
Hong Ya was stunned: "..."?
Old Man: "Spare my life, Your Excellency!"
Hong Ya: "I pushed you back before because your time hadn't come yet. You're dead now, why would I push you back?"
The old man looked at her doubtfully, "Then what is this now...?"
In a flash,
Hong Ya grabbed him, "Of course, I'm taking you back to the underworld!"
She opened the gate to the underworld and efficiently took the old man back.
By the time the old man recovered his senses, he was already standing on the Yellow Springs Road.
He had joined the end of the long queue for reincarnation.
On both sides were the vibrant, blood-red, and captivatingly beautiful shore flowers.
As the gentle breeze blew.
The red sea of flowers slowly undulated, evoking all sorts of beautiful memories in the souls on the Yellow Springs Road.
...
Meanwhile,
After escorting the old man, Hong Ya went to the task center to report the incident of the old man being almost abducted.
She also handed over the cloak for inspection.
After leaving the task center,
She checked the arrival time of the next soul, which was still an hour or two away.
Hong Ya thought for a moment and turned towards the Eighteenth Hall.
To use the cultivation room, a cultivation card was needed.
But going to the Eighteenth Hall did not require one.
Moreover, the Yin energy there was dense, and there was a kitchen space created by the captain.
The space inside was large and the facilities were sturdy, and even if it were destroyed, the captain wouldn't say anything.
It was simply better than the junior cultivation room.
Recently, besides cooking their meals there daily, everyone also cultivated inside sometimes.
For example, Nie Jiu and Qin Mu.
This could be considered a unique benefit of the Eighteenth Team, right?
The benefits brought about by this were also quite significant.
The Eighteenth Team's performance had soared, and their overall cultivation had also progressed.
...