A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 101p2

Chapter 101 Part 2

Zhou Yi and his friends, not recognizing them, figured they were something useful, stuffing a piece of Shi Xuan’s Yin qi inside one.

Instantly, the Yin qi exploded outwards, and silence fell over Nan Nuo, the ghostly wails ceasing, the spirits collapsing, some unconscious, others fleeing to other villages, no longer a threat,

[Holy crap! Doctor Wu’s secret weapon?]

[Who said Middle Wu was useless?! He brought this!]
[Technology truly is the primary productive force!]
[So that’s why so many people came to celebrate the New Year in Nan Nuo!]

Zhou Yi and the others stared at Wu Su in disbelief, what the hell was that?

Just then, You Jin and Wang Dong emerged, carrying a pot of steaming medicine. “Anyone injured? Need some medicine?”

The ghosts crawled towards them, wailing, ‘Yes, we do! Doctor, we really need some! Please!’

You Jin: “…”

Lai Jun, cursing, ‘Get lost,‘ started rounding them up, pulling them into his lantern, which was so heavy, the handle bending, a fruitful New Year’s Eve, this working overtime was a good idea after all.

“The… paper cannon, it’s broken.” He Yunxiao noticed the cracks.

It was unusable now, they realized after examining it.

Wu Su sighed, “Yang Xing’s inventions still need some improvement, need to be sturdier, broken so easily.”

A Taoist priest, after downing a bowl of medicine offered by You Jin, his face grim as he looked towards the other villages, “They must be having problems too, let’s go.”

Zhou Da Gui immediately sent another message.

[Village Chief Zhou Da Gui: @Everyone, situation still unclear, do not go outside, and keep the tourists inside too.]

The streets of Nan Nuo were safe for now, who knew about later.

Several tourists had already been harmed.

Zhou Yi, his mind filled with thoughts of glory and his name in the genealogy records, carried the remaining weapons and followed He Yunxiao to the other villages.

Su Da Yi stopped Xi Xi, who was about to follow He Yunxiao. ‘Don’t bother, Xi Xi.’

Xi Xi, glancing at the clinic, understood, guarding their home was more important.

Villagers from the other eighteen villages, peeking through their windows, were stunned, they had expected a fierce battle, but this? A one-sided massacre!

“What… what were those things?” they asked, envious.

Wu Su, arriving at Wu Wa, Yang Xing’s home village, shouted, “Remember this, everyone, these are Yang Xing’s inventions, from the underworld! Yang Xing, yes, our first university student, Yang Xing!”

Yang Xing’s name was well-known in their villages, a tale of regret, after retrieving his body from the river, they had given him a proper burial.

His name was even in the family’s ancestral hall, they would normally burn offerings for him.

Now, not just his family, but the entire eighteen villages would remember him. A life of hardship, an afterlife of wealth, thanks to his inventions.

Hearing this, a villager said to his family, “Yang Xing? Then we should offer him some incense too!”

“Exactly, look, Yang Xing and Zhou Fenghua, studying really does have its benefits!” they said, many initially believing that the only purpose of education was to make money. They were making money now, thanks to tourism, easy money, but now they realized education, university, even postgraduate studies, were important.

However, after patrolling the villages, their weapons were all broken.

Wu Su quickly said, “Back to the clinic, there are always more zombies!”

Zhou Yi, worried, “We’re out of ammo! If those ghosts attack, we’re no match! We’ll…”

Wu Su waved his hand dismissively, “So we’ll get our brains eaten! At least we fought, no regrets!”

Zhou Yi and the others were silent, Uncle Wu Su’s optimism unshakeable.

Wu Heng was setting up a formation with the practitioners from the Xuanmen, keeping the live stream on, the barrage filled with comments from Nan Nuo.

[Doctor Wu, what about us? We can’t come to your village, people keep knocking on our doors and windows, we’re so scared!]

[I heard someone died using the toilet! And I… when I’m nervous, my bowels… I’m in trouble…]

This particular netizen, seeing the messages in his apartment group chat, the property management warning everyone to take precautions, almost had an accident.

His grandfather, back from the underworld, was standing outside the bathroom door, while he, clutching his stomach, sitting on the toilet, “Grandpa, watch over me! You’re a ghost now, can’t you see them? I’m your only grandson, don’t let me die! If I do, I’ll be joining you down there!”

The door, not fully closed, and the ghostly grandfather, his face scrunched up in disgust, ‘…’

Perhaps he was his grandson’s grandchild, happily returning for the New Year, only to be summoned to a bathroom, listening to him defecate.

He vaguely remembered him mentioning a nice bottle of Maotai, a high-quality liquor, as an offering…

The young man, multitasking, continued watching Wu Heng’s live stream,

The netizens had no idea what he was doing, seeing only the hurrying Taoist priests, their movements purposeful.

Wu Heng, seeing the pleas for help, said calmly, “The authorities are working with metaphysics practitioners nationwide. Please remain calm.”

The netizens weren’t reassured. Remaining calm while their windows were being broken?

Wu Heng then said, “I heard Yama is taking this New Year’s period seriously, some spirits reportedly received gifts, have them check the bags.”

Yang Xing’s production was limited, only those who left through the Southern Gate received them.

[My mother had a small white bag, seriously? Gifts from the underworld? My company doesn’t even give us anything. They’re even making us work from home on New Year’s Eve.]

[I don’t understand. The underworld is functioning normally, giving out gifts, then why all this chaos in the human world? Was Yama not working before?]
[My dad didn’t bring anything back. He came through the Northern Gate. So, what were the gifts?]

Many, not afraid of their deceased relatives now, checked the white bags. Inside, a paper effigy with Yang Xing’s logo.

Chen Zhao, helping Wu Heng, “Yang Xing’s invention? Where did he get the resources for this?”

Wu Heng just smiled, urging them to work faster, people in their homes, excitedly holding the paper effigies, they were similar to the weapons used by Middle Wu and his group!

They could finally fight back!

Eagerly reaching for them, they recoiled, an icy touch pushing their hands away.

A ghostly mother looked at them and said, ‘These are paper effigies, for the dead, only we can use them.’

Ordinary ghosts, waiting patiently for reincarnation, no special privileges, ordinary people even if reborn, and even as ghosts, not a match for those ferocious ones.

And now, armed, they turned towards the invading spirits, their families screaming.

Tonight, on New Year’s Eve, loved ones returned to protect them, their love transcending even death.