Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary!

Chapter 297: Palm Thunder — Taoist Celestial Master

His foot was directly twisted off by that hand. Enduring the intense pain, he furiously stabbed his sword into the ground. Immediately, miserable shrieks came from beneath the earth.

But he was already too late to save that special forces soldier.

The talismans on the surrounding walls were finally completely soaked red with blood, falling off one after another. Countless ghostly faces emerged on the walls.

And from deep within the corridor, densely packed ghostly shadows broke through the dense hail of gunfire, shrieking as they surged into the main hall, pouncing on and tearing apart one special forces soldier after another.

"Ah!!"

Screams of agony echoed throughout the main hall.

"Daoist Priest!!"

Seeing the situation spiral out of control, Wang Chaobei gritted his teeth. He suddenly thrust his wooden sword into the ground, immediately bit his own finger, using his finger as a brush and his blood as ink, rapidly writing a secret character onto the palm of his right hand.

【Thunder】!

This was also the last technique he could mobilize."Your disciple's skills are lacking! Now I cannot suppress the evil entities! Causing us to be surrounded by evil spirits! I am deeply ashamed! I beseech the Patriarchs to reveal their power! Grant me the Thunder Method! To exorcise evil and vanquish demons!"

He roared, suddenly extending his hand. The character on his palm crackled and exploded with streaks of electric current.

He abruptly raised his hand, then slammed it down heavily onto the ground.

"Exorcise Evil!"

Rumble—

Dense flashes of thunderlight instantly spread outwards from him as the center. Under the influence of the Palm Heart Thunder, all the evil spirits in the main hall let out piercing shrieks, turning to ashes amidst the electric currents.

But he also violently spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.

His entire body collapsed powerlessly onto the ground.

"Daoist Priest! How are you?!"

The special forces soldiers who had miraculously survived immediately rushed anxiously to his side, helping him up.

Wang Chaobei's face was deathly pale. He struggled to stand up, leaning on his sword, gasping, "If my master were here, why would we need to fear such evil spirits? Now, I'm afraid our lives end here!"

From the darkness of the corridor, the evil ghosts that had just been repelled once again shrieked as they launched an assault towards them.

And this time, having exhausted all their trump cards, they could no longer hold them off.

The next moment.

Densely packed phantasmal figures shrieked as they surged into the main hall. Their sharp, pointed nails viciously clawed towards their heads.

Wang Chaobei stared fixedly at those seemingly endless evil spirits. With great difficulty, he raised his wooden sword, wanting to make one final stand against them.

"Exorcise Evil!"

Blood vessels filled his eyes. The wooden sword crackled with flashes of thunderlight.

But that dim thunderlight, within the vast darkness, was like a candle flame flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

He abruptly slashed down and killed several evil spirits right in front of him.

But those sharp nails and evil spirits were already right before his eyes.

He knew his fate was sealed, there was no turning back.

But right at that moment.

A sudden change occurred.

Whoosh—

A sound of something cutting through the air suddenly came from deep within the dark corridor.

Right under Wang Chaobei's shocked gaze, a sharp tentacle abruptly pierced through the forehead of the monster about to disembowel him, violently dragging that monster back into the darkness of the corridor.

From deep within the corridor, terrified shrieks of evil spirits also began to sound.

"This is…"

Wang Chaobei trembled all over, staring with shock and urgency into the darkness deep in the corridor.

And in the very next moment, he heard a rustling, viscous sound coming from the darkness. He saw one after another indescribable tentacle, crawling along the four walls of the corridor, rustling as they spread into the main hall.

Everyone in the main hall let out terrified screams.

"Tentacles! They're tentacles!"

"Could it be an even stronger monster has arrived?!"

Wang Chaobei retreated trembling, the wooden sword in his hand clattering to the ground. His entire body was oppressed by that immense imposing aura.

He sensed a mysterious and sinister aura even more terrifying than those evil spirits!

It seemed to represent distortion, evil, and the indescribable.

His heart instantly sank to the bottom.

Those countless tentacles violently assaulted their vision, like a form of pollution, making their whole bodies feel as if they had fallen into an icy pool.

And the instant those tentacles spread in, they abruptly launched an attack on the evil spirits and ghosts within the main hall. One after another, evil spirits were fearfully dragged back by those tentacles into the depths of the dark corridor.

In just a split second.

The evil spirits and monsters that had attacked the main hall were swept clean.

And just as Wang Chaobei and the others, faces pale, waited for those tentacles to attack them as well, the tentacles stopped.

One of the tentacles slowly extended to right in front of Wang Chaobei's face.

Looking closely at that terrifying tentacle, Wang Chaobei breathed rapidly, cold sweat dripping from his chin.

That immense evil.

Made him feel a chilling sense of utter inability to match it.

He subconsciously clenched his fist.

But the expected attack did not come. The end of that tentacle slowly opened an eye, scanning them under their extreme terror.

Then.

Those tentacles, like winding snakes, slowly retracted back into the pitch-black corridor.

Only after all the tentacles had withdrawn back into the corridor did Wang Chaobei collapse powerlessly onto the ground, gasping for air, the clothes on his entire back completely soaked through.

The feeling at that moment was like a nightmare.

"That… what exactly was that…"

A special forces soldier's lips trembled as he spoke, but he couldn't find any words to describe it.

"I don't know…" Wang Chaobei gasped, his hands and feet icy cold, "But it actually didn't attack us. Yet that aura was more terrifying than any evil entity I've ever encountered."

Everyone's faces grew even paler.

And from the darkness of the corridor, the shrieks of those evil spirits continued to sound without stopping.

Several minutes passed.

The sounds slowly ceased.

And in this eerie silence, slow footsteps began to sound from deep within the corridor, like footsteps made by metal touching the ground, rumbling and echoing in the darkness.

Everyone held their breath, their hearts in their throats, trembling as they stared into that darkness.

Slowly.

Large amounts of green smoke emerged from the darkness.

And within that smoke, a tall humanoid silhouette vaguely appeared. Like an emissary from hell, that figure slowly materialized before their eyes.

Upon seeing that figure, even Wang Chaobei trembled all over, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes.

It was a humanoid creature completely shrouded in black leather clothing, wearing a pitch-black plague doctor mask and a top hat. Wisps of green mist swirled around him, seeping from both sides of his mask.

He was…

"You are saved." A male voice sounded from beneath the mask.

Lynn lifted the plague doctor mask, a cigar dangling from his mouth, revealing that human face with its mysterious smile.

The entire hall was shaken.

The next moment, urgent footsteps came from the corridor behind him.

Yang Ke and that spiritual medium rushed in with over a dozen people. Seeing Wang Chaobei on the ground with his pale face and the staff members behind him, they immediately said urgently:

"Quick! Hurry and treat the wounded!"

Seeing those familiar figures, everyone finally snapped out of it, their faces showing stunned and trembling expressions.

"Priest Wang! I'm so glad you're alive!"

The spiritual medium immediately came before him, quickly taking out a recovery potion, uncorking it, and pouring a bit into his mouth.

"This is a potion brought by Mr. Lynn. It will benefit you."

The potion entered his mouth and instantly transformed into a rolling stream of heat that merged into his body. His spirits immediately lifted, and the superficial wounds on his body began to heal at a visible rate.

"Madam Yin Qin, what exactly is…"

He stared in shock at the people who had entered the main hall, then at the spiritual medium officer before him.

He suddenly felt as if he were living in a dream, because these were all people from their headquarters.

Then what about those tentacles just now…

"Those evil spirits came with overwhelming force, so we had no choice but to use the summoning ritual that child brought back."

Wang Chaobei was shaken.

The spiritual medium Yin Qin helped him up, seriously introducing him:

"This is the big brother that child met in hell. It was him who helped us during the evil spirits' attack."

Wang Chaobei's face was instantly filled with utter shock.

An existence from hell?!

This…

How is this possible!

Could it be that those tentacles just now were the doing of this being?!