A figure hiding in a dark corner slowly lit a cigar.
He arrived silently.
The entire city of Sandong was already his domain. Even without the quota of deaths designated by the Heavenly Realm, he could acquire them at will.
This time, he was here to take away the souls he hadn't taken last time.
According to the report from the headless corpse, no information about Liu Sandao and Fu Ruhai had been obtained. It seemed they had truly been marginalized.
In the outwardly orderly Heavenly Court, who would have thought that internal strife and power struggles also existed?
Of course, none of this concerned the newcomer. What he cared about most was how to obtain more souls and how to continue to increase his magical power!
"Report! My Lord, everything is arranged. We await your command!"
The headless corpse rushed to the newcomer and said with a bow.
"Good, since everything is ready, let's cast the net!"
"Yes!"
The headless corpse received the order and was about to turn when the newcomer called out to him.
"Wait, don't forget to plant a sapling when you collect them!"
"Yes, my Lord, I will attend to it immediately!"
As soon as the headless corpse left, the newcomer leaped away.
Such tiresome and labor-intensive menial tasks were for them to handle, no need for him to personally intervene.
"Hahaha, the show is about to begin!"
The headless corpse said excitedly to the fat and thin ghosts.
"Yes, Big Brother, we must achieve great merit this time!"
"That's right! Great merit!"
The two ghosts echoed, and simultaneously pulled out net-like threads identical to the one in the headless corpse's hand.
These threads looked like a finished fishing net, ready to ensnare the souls below.
"Lift!"
The soul of the first person was pulled up, and the 'fortune fruits' emerged one after another.
It was like a pipe connected to a water pump, incessantly draining the moisture from his body.
"This job is so easy. I didn't expect our Lord's magic to be so powerful! It's simply reached the pinnacle!"
"Indeed, indeed!"
The fat and thin ghosts said happily.
At this rate of collection, thousands upon thousands of souls would be gathered in mere moments.
As the first person's 'fortune root' detached, he instantly lost consciousness.
"Quick! Someone, help! He's not doing well!"
"Ring-a-ling, ring-a-ling!"
"What's going on?"
"Doctor, quickly, quickly, he's not doing well!"
Someone by the hospital bed shouted, and the atmosphere in the ward immediately became tense.
"What happened?"
"I don't know, he was fine just a moment ago!"
Responding to the call, the nurse rushed into the ward and asked.
A person who looked like a doctor followed, pushed aside the people gathered around the bed, and felt for the patient's breath.
He also checked his pulse. There was not the slightest tremor!
He took a deep breath and said, "He's gone. Prepare for the funeral arrangements."
"What? What did you say?"
A woman frantically grabbed his collar and questioned.
"I'm sorry, but we are powerless."
The doctor said helplessly.
"Don't you have that defibrillator? Why didn't you use it to shock him back to life! You didn't even try to save him before saying he was gone. Are you even doctors? Do you have any conscience! Ask your conscience, have you fulfilled your duty as a doctor?" Su Dan Novels
The doctor remained silent. Anything he said now would be wrong. The person had indeed passed away under his care.
Although there was still a faint breath before, it was extremely weak, and all monitoring equipment had been utilized. Unfortunately, he could not be saved in the end.
"Wuuu~~ Wuuu!"
The distraught woman could only sob loudly now, venting her dissatisfaction.
After standing for a moment, the doctor broke free from the woman's grasp and left the sorrowful scene.
His face was ashen, his expression grim.
He didn't want this to happen. Who knew this plague could actually take lives?
The deceased had been in a bad condition for about a week.
He was said to be conscious, but his condition had not improved. He had already braced himself for the worst, but being pulled by the family member still made him feel inexplicably sad.
In the hospital, there were many patients in similar conditions. The symptoms were largely the same: a lack of apparent consciousness.
Given this situation, there was a high probability they wouldn't be saved.
Thinking of this, the doctor's brow furrowed even deeper.
"Oh no, oh no, Doctor Li, the head nurse she..."
"What happened to her?"
Doctor Li, who had just returned to his office and had not yet sat down, was stopped by a nurse.
"She collapsed on the ground, having difficulty breathing. Please come quickly!"
"Let's go!"
Grabbing his stethoscope, he rushed out.
The head nurse was five years older than him, like an elder sister. Despite his reluctance, subconsciously, he feared she had been infected.
Following the previous protective measures, everyone was wearing protective clothing.
Identification was only possible through the names on the outside of their suits.
"Quick! Take off the protective suit!"
As soon as he saw the head nurse, Doctor Li ordered.
"But, but this way, we'll be infected!"
"If you don't take it off, she can't breathe and will still die! Listen to me, hurry and take it off!"
They were colleagues, working together daily. Everyone's heart pounded nervously.
"Prepare oxygen, quickly!"
While providing basic treatment, he commanded.
Soon, with the help of a few colleagues, the head nurse was moved to one of the hospital beds.
The work over the past few days had been nothing but exhausting.
According to protocol, they needed to test her for infection.
With the help of oxygen, her condition stabilized temporarily, but she did not regain consciousness.
Seeing more and more people, even colleagues, fall ill, Doctor Li felt an inexpressible bitterness.
All of this was clearly observed by the headless corpse.
They had already collected some souls, distributed across different departments of the hospital.
While collecting some, they had to bury new "saplings" to continue collecting souls in the future.
These were all considered achievements.
Those with good performance would receive rewards. Lu Fang, the Ten-Faced Rakshasa, had gained considerable magical power due to the rewards from the newcomer.
The headless corpse had to quickly make some achievements.
Nowadays, the method of collecting souls had improved greatly. It was no longer like before, requiring high magical power and a struggle against people's guardian spirits. If one's magical power was weak, they might even be killed.
The method of their Lord now was truly brilliant. Souls could be obtained simply by pulling a silken net.
After observing for so long, it had figured it out.
The problem lay with these "saplings."
Because these "saplings" were planted first and collected after some time, not uprooted from the beginning, they didn't provoke such intense resistance.
It was like "boiling a frog in warm water." By the time they realized, their doom would have arrived!
It had to admire the brilliance of this strategy!
One only needed to focus on areas that were likely to yield results. If they could obtain greater regional resources from their Lord, they could harvest more souls.