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Chapter 300 Mysterious Medical Hall (3)

The elderly residents in this area know that the lonely abandoned church on the east side is a magical existence.

During the day, it looks like a big white decadent monster. It is a good place for wild pigeons to sit in the sun and play games.At night, it merges with the deep night, a paradise for crows and bats.

Qilan never thought that such a place would still be popular, but when traveling in the dark, a person needs to be brave.

The fierce cold wind whizzed past his ears.

He was holding a flashlight, and by its light, he stepped on the snow and walked east for a long way. He was being blown by the north wind at night and could hardly keep his eyes open. A dark building looked like a huge monster. General proudly broke into view.

"church?!"

The door has long since disappeared, only the hole-like windows are crumbling in the wind.

Qilan paused reflexively, looking around with a mixture of fear and awe.

In front of him, there was only a narrow path running through the dilapidated church door.

A cluster of light from far to near.

Along with the light approaching, there are rustling footsteps.

A figure wrapped in a white cloak walked towards where he was standing step by step.

The figure was so tightly wrapped that the face could not be seen clearly, and the male and female could not be distinguished.

His hands are hidden in the long white sleeves, and only a small windproof lantern is hung on his left hand.

Originally, Qilan wanted to keep this monster safe and go their separate ways, but suddenly a cold wind blew by and the flashlight was snatched away!
This strange figure took his flashlight, as if he had acquired a treasure, which is very rare.

Clamping the lantern to his arm, he tossed his flashlight from left to right.

The monster played more and more vigorously, and it didn't take long to lose the light of Qilan's flashlight.

If it were an ordinary person, he would be scared to death.

His heartbeat increased, and he wanted to turn around and run away, but he was a little unwilling. After all, the first task when he came out at night was to invite the expert from the mysterious medical center to see Lin Mi's father.

Naturally, he didn't really believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, but the fear in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, so he had to quietly lower his head to see if there was any shadow of that figure.

But in places where the lights are dark and the lights are blind, with only a small lantern, it is really difficult to tell where is the shadow and where is the night.

After tossing enough with the flashlight, the figure tucked it into his sleeve, and then ran away, quite fast.

Qilan wanted to get back the precious flashlight, so he quickly took out the gun with one hand, and clenched the dagger tightly with the other, chasing and shouting:

"Stop!"

That ghost-like thing was probably too eager to escape, and it took troublesome places to hide along the way, fully interpreting what it means to "appear and disappear".

Every time Qilan wanted to catch up, this strange figure would hide behind some broken and collapsed buildings, and he couldn't see him in a blink of an eye. After waiting for a while, he came out of the darkness like a mouse and continued to run.

In this abandoned church with no lights and no lights, there are mice running around from time to time.On those old or damaged portraits, the gods looked very strange.

Qilan worked hard for a while, but still couldn't find out this thing, but she didn't mean to back off at all.

Even though the chasing path under his feet became narrower and narrower, he continued to chase more desperately each time, forgetting about the dangers around him.

Finally catching up with the closest one to the target, Qilan's eyes lit up, and he flipped and landed in front of the opponent. Finally, he was one step ahead and blocked the monster who took his flashlight in a corner full of spider webs.

"Give me back the flashlight!"

The other party stopped running, looked at him, and the lantern was a little dimmer than before.

"Who are you? How dare you block my way!!"

This terrifying sound, which seemed like a ghost but not a ghost, seemed to come from the ground, eerie.

The hairs all over Qilan's body were about to stand on end.

He didn't answer, and directly drew out the dagger.

"Leave my things and let you go, otherwise you're welcome!"

When the other party saw that he had lit his weapon, his body immediately shrunk as if he was boneless, and dangerously brushed against his blade.

But he was kicked hard by Qilan in the back.

There was only a wailing: "Ouch!"

Qilan thought he couldn't run anymore, and because he had consumed a lot of energy these days, he relaxed for a moment.

Taking advantage of him not noticing the situation behind him, the opponent suddenly mustered up all his strength and pulled out a big knife from his arms!
The knife shone coldly, and it slashed straight at Qilan's waist. He quickly jumped to the side, grasping the head of a wooden god statue nearly two meters high by the wall with both hands, avoiding the menacing knife.

The force of the knife was too great. Although it missed him, it was deeply stuck in the belly of the wooden idol.

The entire wooden idol suddenly crumbled.

Qilan gritted his teeth and jumped to the side, and landed on a pile of old wooden railings. Except for some pain in his legs, the rest of the place was fine.

There was a bang in the ear, and the collapsed idol made a big hole in the rotten wooden floor covered with dirt.

The big knife naturally fell into the pit along with the statue, making a loud muffled sound, as if it fell quite deep.

The monster seemed to have lost its soul, its footsteps were suddenly unstable, and it accidentally stepped on a broken floor, and its body sank, and it was about to fall, so startled that he desperately put his elbows on the ground.

Qilan didn't know when he had already stood in front of the other party.

"Give me back the flashlight and pull you up."

After hearing this, the ghost-like guy nodded obediently: "It's easy to say, easy to say!"

Qilan kept his promise, and immediately grabbed his cloak and lifted it upwards vigorously, dragging him out of the pit like pulling a carrot.

The other party didn't seem to lie to him, and threw out the flashlight with a "boom".

The switch of the flashlight touched the floor and lit up again.

When the monster saw the flashlight turned on, he became familiar with it: "Boy, do you think this thing is better than a lantern? Is it made by foreigners?"

Qilan picked up the flashlight and replied, "It is made by foreigners now, but it will be made by Chinese in the future. It is better than foreign ones!"

As soon as the words fell, the monster who had hidden his true face all night took off his cloak consciously, and showed him his true form at a glance.

It's an old man with very long hair and beard!
The braids of the Qing Dynasty are still the same, but they are very long, very messy, not too dusty, like a hemp rope that has not been washed.

Qilan didn't associate him with a living person at first, because he was too ghostly after all.

But the old man raised his head and looked at him with small eyes hidden in wrinkles.

"Boy, how dare you come to church at night?!"

"Wars were fought here, many people died, and I, a homeless old man, lived here"

"The big knife I just cut off those foreign devils who did bad things back then, hehe."

Qilan felt that apart from being weird and a little crazy, the old man shouldn't be a big threat.

(End of this chapter)