Divine Doctor from the Start of the Eye Mutation

Ling Zhenfei lifted the two people directly, then took two elixirs from his Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow and stuffed them into their mouths.

They knew that the elixir couldn't be anything good and didn't want to swallow it, but Ling Zhenfei gently grabbed their throats and used Northern Spiritual Energy to push the elixir inside. Once inside, the elixir dissolved almost immediately.

Now they couldn't get it out, not even by sticking a finger down their throats.

Ling Zhenfei kicked both of them and said, "Let's see you enjoy a night first. Aren't you the masters of drugging? In drugging, I'm your ancestor."

This elixir from Ling Zhenfei wasn't any ordinary poison; it was specifically made to punish. After ingesting it, all the muscles and blood vessels would swell and burst, a sensation that was extremely painful.

It only takes two days at most for a person's arteries to swell into thick cords before eventually Zhàliè.

"What did you make us eat?" The two asked Ling Zhenfei in fear.

Ling Zhenfei laughed, "Certainly not lollipops."

After speaking, Ling Zhenfei left, walking out of number eight, and when he reached number nine, he suddenly heard sounds inside, sounds that seemed like people fighting.

Ling Zhenfei extended his Divine Sense inside and understood everything.

Inside, there were seven or eight people surrounding and beating a few others. The ones being hit were none other than Jiang Haiyang and a few people who had invited Ling Zhenfei to dinner.

"Kid, weren't you pretty wild before? Weren't you running with that Ling-tempered guy? Now you know the consequences, huh? How dare you oppose me, Old Zhu, in this place? Must have a death wish."

Old Zhu was smoking, sitting on the bed watching everything below, seemingly very satisfied with the current state of affairs.

"Old Zhu, aren't you afraid Ling Zhenfei will continue to beat you after he returns?"

Jiang Haiyang got up from the ground, spitting blood from his mouth.

Old Zhu said coldly, "Ling Zhenfei is nothing but a baby, too young, too green. Didn't you bother to check who I am? Everyone knows Old Zhu in this detention center; many have tried to mess with me, and where are they now? I'm still the head here."

Jiang Haiyang replied, "You think Ling Zhenfei is the same as them? Aren't you afraid?"

Old Zhu said, "What's different? People like him end even worse. Believe me, that kid will be carried out of the detention center by tomorrow."

Everyone was stunned, "What do you mean carried out of the detention center? Do you dare kill someone inside?"

Old Zhu said, "I don't dare kill anyone, but that doesn't mean others aren't willing to kill. Just wait and see. Don't think Old Zhu is just trying to scare you."

Jiang Haiyang said, "Aren't you afraid that I'll report you, Old Zhu, when you're speaking so openly?"

Old Zhu laughed and said, "Report? Only if you have a death wish too. I'm giving you a chance now; go ahead and report. I can guarantee you'll die with them."

Jiang Haiyang laughed too and said, "Everyone knows this detention center is rather dark, but I've been in and out of here for years, and I don't believe you'd dare to kill me. I'll just go out, and I don't believe you can murder me."

After saying that, Jiang Haiyang headed toward the door but was blocked by Scarface before he had gone two steps.

"Your grandpa thinks you're really planning to leave; must be tired of living. Boys, get him."

As soon as Scarface said that, the hesitating men rushed forward.

Jiang Haiyang wasn't afraid at all, throwing a punch at Scarface. Clearly, Jiang Haiyang was no stranger to fighting, his punch was fast and fierce, directly hitting Scarface in the face.

Scarface fell from the punch, but the others behind rushed forward; they were less skilled in combat and Jiang Haiyang took down several. Yet, even heroes can't withstand the sheer numbers and he was overwhelmed.

Actually, Ling Zhenfei was watching the whole time outside, wanting to see how Jiang Haiyang handled things. Seeing Jiang Haiyang's spirit impressed him.

Old Zhu's words had notified Ling Zhenfei of the danger, prompting Jiang Haiyang to try reporting it. Even if he couldn't leave, he'd make some noise.

But all the guards around had been knocked out by Ling Zhenfei and couldn't wake up for a while, leaving nobody aware of this.

Ling Zhenfei knew this wasn't going well, Jiang Haiyang might not hold on, so he directed his thought and opened the door using Northern Spiritual Energy, entering the room.

The fight inside was furious; with the door opened, everyone froze, surprised to see someone enter. Their first reaction was that a guard had arrived.

But they were even more surprised to see Ling Zhenfei, whom they'd heard from Old Zhu was never returning, and carried off tomorrow. Yet here he was, returning in this manner, hard to believe.

Old Zhu was most shocked, instantly standing from the bed, "You, you, you, how did you come back?"

Ling Zhenfei said, "Why wouldn't I come back?"

Old Zhu stared at Ling Zhenfei in fright, "Are you a human or ghost? How could they let you here?"

Ling Zhenfei said, "Did you not realize you killed me? Of course, I'm a ghost; you can see me but others can't."

"It's impossible, don't try fooling us. You sneaked out yourself," Scarface pretended to be calm.

Ling Zhenfei aimed to frighten them, "Now, look."

After speaking, Ling Zhenfei suddenly floated into the room.

A person simply couldn't fly; this was common sense, yet here was someone presumed dead, flying before them—it was terrifying.

Their minds buzzed, as if dazed, then snapped back, only to find Ling Zhenfei had vanished from the door.

Everyone was terrified, "What just happened?"

"I thought I saw Ling Zhenfei return, no, it was Ling Zhenfei's ghost returning for revenge."

"Ling Zhenfei, I had nothing to do with this, lest you want someone, take Old Zhu, he knows."

"Yeah, yeah, stay away from us, it's none of our business."

Old Zhu and Scarface exchanged glances, clueless about what happened.

"Did you see it?" Old Zhu asked.

"Saw it, saw it, was it a ghost?" Scarface asked.

"I think not, otherwise, how come it's gone?" Old Zhu said.

Old Zhu looked at the others, showing anger mingled with self-harm, "What's there to fear! Ghosts fear humans; didn't you see it got scared off? A bunch of wastes."

Suddenly, a vague voice echoed, "Who says I left, I'm right behind you."

Everyone was shocked. Though they hadn't heard a sound audibly, their ears captured it distinctly, like a message crawling from the abyss.