A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 100p2

Chapter 100 Part 2

Chen Ying rushed over, relieved, “Duo Duo is here, she won’t harm us.”

“Duo Duo, how are you doing? I heard… you’re… doing hard labor? Do they… let you go home for holidays?”

Nie Wei nodded. ‘They didn’t before, but Yama issued a special pardon this year. Well-behaved spirits can visit their families, we have special seals, if we don’t return on time… we’ll be… gone…’

Nie Wei, looking at the ghosts outside, a sneer on her pale face, ‘Those bastards… they deserve to die.’

She was once their queen, she floated towards the window, and the peering ghosts, with cries of fear, quickly scattered.

Her fiancé and his parents, seeing this, were relieved. So what if she was a ghost? Ghosts were everywhere, but she was family, a protector, their underworld connection.

Many netizens were sharing similar stories online, their deceased relatives returning home, carrying gifts.

[If it were my family, I wouldn’t be afraid, my grandfather was a war hero, he would protect us!]
[Thank you, Doctor Wu, I was afraid to burn offerings, worried about attracting evil spirits.]

[Although this… supernatural resurgence… is terrifying, I’m so happy, I saw my mother again! I never met her before!]

A young woman living alone lit electronic incense and folded some paper money, perhaps because of the dense Yin qi outside, there was no fire hazard.

She then saw her, familiar yet a stranger, a face from photographs.

Her mother had died during childbirth. She was twenty-two, a “jinx,” they had said, never met her mother.

But tonight, she was here, her mother, for their New Year’s Eve reunion, telling her that wasn’t true, always her precious child.

So she was also loved.

Li Juan, a student at Beijing University of Science and Technology, had become an orphan after that hypocritical Zhao Qingyun took her parents’ lives, spending New Year’s Eve at her uncle’s.

She had thought Yang Xing’s dream visit, showing her the underworld trial, was her final chance to see her parents,

But now they were back, smiling, teaching her how to make steamed buns.

Li Juan sobbed, her hand covering her mouth. “Mom, Dad, I miss you so much!”

This was a special New Year’s Eve, the streets filled with evil, but also countless spirits crossing over, not a curse, but a blessing, long-awaited reunions.

Zhang Da Yong gave the six sets of nails to his family.

He looked at the mother dog nursing her puppies, the only black one, chubby and adorable, nuzzling its mother, already asleep. He gently covered it with a blanket, a smile on his face.

Hearing a knock, he went to the window and, seeing who it was, his hand adorned with the fox spirit’s nails, cursed, “Get lost!”

It was his “parents” and his uncle.

Some were confused.

“Why didn’t my grandfather come back? I burnt so much joss paper! Perhaps because of his leg injury, he’s slower?” a man murmured, trying to ignore the ghosts outside.

“I’ll wait, I even got his favorite liquor!”

Wu Heng, seeing the practitioners setting up their formations, said to the live stream audience, “Those with great merit have reincarnation priority, if they’re not here, they’re either not coming, or they’ve already reincarnated.”

Wu Su, watching his son’s live stream, “So the Wu family is truly blessed, huh? Not a single ancestor here. All reincarnated already?”

The Wu family, a long line of doctors, those from earlier generations, already reincarnated. And his father had helped develop that vaccine, a meritorious deed, a guaranteed priority pass.

Only Wu Su, his face grim, “So, after I die, I’ll have to wait in line? And what if Xiao Heng reincarnates before me? He’ll be my father in my next life?! Oh my god.”

“That old man, refusing to let me start a business, I could have earned merits too, now I’m screwed,” what a tragic story.

A knock on the door. Wu Su, his eyes lighting up, thinking it might be one of his ancestors, checking the security camera, then, Zhou Yi.

His face fell. “You little brat, what are you doing here? Aren’t you afraid of dying?”

Zhou Yi, clutching the talisman Wu Heng gave him, his face pale, his voice urgent. “They’re fighting! Ghosts attacking people! A tourist… went to the bathroom and…”

Zhou Da Gui, the village chief, hearing this, had sent him to the clinic immediately.

Although Wu Heng wasn’t there, those snakes and the fox spirit, Wu Heng must have left some protective measures.

Wang Jun and the other officers, and the Taoist priests, were outside, the Gu masters and spirit mediums also dispatched. Screams echoed, ghosts everywhere.

The wooden clinic creaked and groaned under the relentless assault, something trying to break in.

‘Hiss—’ Xi Xi, instantly alert, leaped from He Yunxiao’s arms, and as the door started to crack, she darted through the gap, biting at the ghost outside.

“A true guardian deity!” Li Hao shouted, a mixture of admiration and envy.

Su Da Yi, looking at the crack, then at its body, it couldn’t fit.

“Pluck a few of my hairs!” it exclaimed.

They looked at the fox, imagining it transforming, a master to scare off the ghosts, but what use were illusions? They would just be easy targets.

Su Da Yi, after a moment of thought, “We’ll blend in! Pretend to be evil! Survival first!”

They: “…”

A valid strategy.

Wu Su plucked the first hair, he had experience now, and soon, thanks to the illusion, they all gained a significant amount of weight.

Wu Su, looking at his reflection, “So this is what I look like as a fat ghost? They seem to be floating, but I still have to walk.”

“I’ll go test this out.”

He cautiously opened the door, the chilling Yin wind making his mind foggy.

The ghosts attacking the clinic, seeing him, seemed to recognize him as one of their own, turning away,

You Jin, terrified, grabbed a feather duster from the pharmacy, but didn’t dare leave, and then they saw him, Lai Jun, the Yin messenger, following his grandmother, who was spraying the protective liquid, while he picked off the stragglers.

‘Hahaha, so many ghosts! I’m getting a promotion! I’ll be number one!’ Lai Jun shouted excitedly, swinging his rope.

Grandma Lai, her expression unreadable, this grandson of hers…

Wu Su, seeing Lai Jun working diligently, felt even more pathetic, relegated to being a freeloader.

Then his phone vibrated. A message from Wu Heng.

[HengHengBaby: Yang Xing’s inventions, third-floor storeroom, they might be useful.]

He and Li Hao and his gang rushed upstairs and retrieved several boxes, gifts from Lai Jun and Tang Xueshan.

Paper cannons and rifles.

[HengHengBaby: Blow on them.]

Wu Su, blowing his Yang qi onto them, saw the paper transform into “real” weapons. “Holy crap, this is awesome.”

He transformed them back into paper, took them downstairs, looked at the swarming ghosts outside, and felt a surge of… something, perhaps he couldn’t just be a freeloader, what if Xiao Heng really became his father in their next lives?

Merit points!

“Zhou Yi, bring me my cannon!”

Zhou Yi brought the box, his eyes gleaming as he looked at the weapons.

Not just merit, he wanted…

The first offering at the Zhou family ancestral hall!

Zhou Fenghua, her soul protected by the unusual nature of her body, would definitely receive it, she was helping the police with the investigation.

But if he worked hard enough… perhaps he could join her?

Zhou Yi’s heart pounded with anticipation, picking up a paper cannon.

Wu Su looked at the distant figures, the town’s practitioners battling the evil spirits, talismans and weapons clashing, but the fight was evenly matched, some practitioners even injured, vomiting blood.

Looking at the weapons before him, he suddenly remembered the underworld version of Plants vs. Zombies, he was terrible at it, the zombies always ate his brains, but now, he had the real thing!

He aimed and fired, shouting, his voice filled with dramatic bravado, “Times have changed!”