A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 101p1

Chapter 101 Part 1

A dark, sinister ball of Yin energy shot out, too fast for the ghosts to react, exploding directly on their heads.

‘Aaaaa—!’

The ghosts shrieked, the chilling Yin energy tearing at their forms, those initially dominating the fight now like punctured water balloons, their Yin qi leaking out.

The practitioners and Gu masters were stunned, some Daoist priests looking at the talismans in their hands, slightly embarrassed. Uh…

Was it their turn now?

Some of the Yin energy splashed onto the living. Wang Jun and the officers only felt a slight chill, unharmed, realizing these paper weapons only targeted ghosts!

Wu Su admired his handiwork, a perfect 360-degree shot, even better than in his games, truly exceeding expectations!

He shouted excitedly, “You little bastards are finished! Hahaha!”

Zhou Yi, He Yunxiao, and the others rushed into the street, carrying the boxes, blowing their Yang qi onto the paper effigies, activating them, the white paper and bamboo frames now solid.

Li Hao and his friends shouted excitedly, “Holy crap, real-life 3D PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds! Let’s go!”

This would cost a fortune at an arcade, and these were just paper, wouldn’t harm anyone.

Zhou Yi, however, didn’t rush out immediately. He grabbed several sheets of yellow joss paper from the clinic – the kind Wu Heng used for his prescriptions – quickly folded them into cubes, and asked Su Da Yi for help.

The fox blew on them, imbuing them with illusion magic, then Zhou Yi brought them out as makeshift barricades.

Then, raising a paper 98k rifle, his face red, veins bulging, he shouted, “Time for glory! My name, first in the Zhou family genealogy after today!”

The ghosts in the street were dumbfounded. Even as malicious spirits, they respected the rules of the underworld, which, lacking resources, hadn’t developed proper technology. Those high-tech gadgets only accessible to the higher-ups. They relied on brute force, their own spiritual power, and cultivation, or devouring living souls to increase their power.

They hadn’t expected this!

Cheating!

Ghostly wails filled the streets, now a scene from the underworld.

Tourists in Nan Nuo, hearing the commotion, sensing something was wrong, those cries… like those of suffering ghosts, the braver ones cautiously peeked out the windows and saw them,

Deserving of pity, these ghosts.

Nan Nuo, its southern location, never experienced snow, but tonight, perhaps because of the heavy Yin qi, a layer of frost had formed on the ground, their breaths misting in the cold air.

Some tourists started live streams, pointing their cameras at the scene outside.

You Jin and Wang Dong, truly terrified, their tears flowing, frantically closed and locked their doors and windows.

“Brother You Jin, there are too many of them, we’ll be hurt! Go back to the clinic and prepare the medicine.”

These paper weapons wouldn’t be enough, and when ghosts attacked, there would be blood.

Middle Wu was useless. His prescriptions could kill, so their only hope now was You Jin.

You Jin nodded and hurried back to the clinic, Wang Dong as his assistant. He immediately started preparing medicine. Having watched Wu Heng’s live streams for so long, he had learned a few things, Lai Jun, the Yin messenger, skillfully avoiding the Yin energy blasts, wasn’t afraid, but excited, he lifted his white robe slightly, revealing the paper talismans underneath.

Having seen them for sale at Yang Xing’s stall, ignored by the other ghosts, he had bought a few…

The ones he and Tang Xueshan bought for Wu Heng were specially designed for humans, reportedly, his could only be used in the underworld.

Hahaha, becoming the top Yin messenger was just a matter of time.

Wu Su shouted excitedly, “Fire!!”

[Where did they get those?! Aren’t those… paper weapons? Joss paper companies, your time to shine has come!]

[Our family makes joss paper. I just tried making one, my grandfather, back from the underworld for the holidays, said it’s useless, just an imitation, like a toy for the ghosts. Middle Wu’s must be specially made, an expert in the underworld.]
[Middle Wu’s aim is terrible, no wonder that ghost was cursing him. If it were me…]
[Those are probably single-use items. Won’t last, but good for scaring those ghosts. Show them we’re not to be trifled with.]

He Yunxiao, unable to contain himself any longer, turned to Wu Su. “Uncle Wu, can you be more careful?! You almost hit my daughter! Friendly fire!” He was only concerned about his precious Xi Xi.

Wang Jun, having pushed through the black fog, arrived, “Middle Wu, stand back! You have more of those? How are those made?” He found their use rather wasteful.

Wu Su almost cried again. They were all disgusted with him!

He missed his son, only Xiao Heng wasn’t repulsed by him…

Oh, and Shi Xuan, who barely spoke.

The paper weapons were showing wear and tear, after a few rounds.

He suddenly ran back to the clinic, up to the second floor, to Shi Xuan’s room, which Wu Heng hadn’t let You Jin clean, he always had his reasons, unlike him, always acting on impulse.

He kicked the door open and shuddered, the room ice-cold, even his down jacket couldn’t keep him warm.

He was worried. This Shi Xuan, colder than a corpse, where had he even gone, what if something happened?

On the neatly made bed were a few clumps of… something…

The Yin qi Wu Heng had collected from Shi Xuan, molded into balls.

They hadn’t dissipated.

He touched one, colder than ice, ignoring the chill, tried to mold them like Wu Heng did, but they turned into oval shapes instead of perfect spheres.

“Close enough, let’s see if they work,” he muttered, his body shaking in the cold, carrying the light, fluffy clumps downstairs. “More ammo!”

Wang Jun and his team, together with the practitioners, were now using talismans, Zhou Yi expertly operating two cannons simultaneously.

Wu Su looked around, puzzled.

Li Hao, seeing that He Yunxiao was still focused on Xi Xi, explained to Wu Su, “We don’t know why, Officer Wang and his team can’t use them, only we can.”

The Gu masters opened their jars, releasing the corpse Gu into the bodies of the animals killed by the malicious spirits.

Grandma Lai, her voice raspy, explained while chanting, “I heard those were gifts from underworld spirits for Wu Heng’s coming-of-age ceremony. These kinds of things have restrictions, only his family, friends, and loved ones can use them.”

As she finished speaking, a strange sound came from the pots, and the dead chickens and roosters, as if summoned, stood up, their movements stiff and unnatural, yet they could walk, then suddenly took flight, attacking the ghost children, their beaks pecking at their faces, leaving bloody gashes.

The children wailed. ‘Stop! Stop pecking! We didn’t mean to eat you!

‘We’ll do our homework! We promise!‘

Lai Jun, seeing Zhou Yi silent, unmoved by their pleas, what kind of scholar was he?! He swung his soul-snatching rope with one hand, holding a cannon in the other, like some kind of gunslinger granny, and sneered, ‘Now you want to study?! Too late!’

Then, his bully nature resurfacing, he gave them the middle finger.

The children: ‘…’

[Is that Teacher Zhou’s corpse Gu?! I thought they were all destroyed! The Gu masters captured them.]

[There are two sides to everything. Those Gu killed students, but they can also be used for good.]

Li Hao and the others, almost in tears, so touched, “We’re Doctor Wu’s officially recognized friends?! So we can use the gifts too?! Let’s go!”

Their spirits were ignited, a newfound sense of purpose.

“Try these!” Wu Su, carrying the cold Yin qi clumps, his body shaking, rushed over.