A Shaman Doctor’s Live Diagnosis Stream! 96p2

Chapter 96 Part 2

Zhou Dagui remembered this villager, his son had died recently.

Losing a child was already a tragedy, and now this, his grave desecrated before the earth even settled, the black coffin visible,

“We have cameras everywhere. I’ll have someone investigate.”

Wu Heng suddenly said, “You won’t find anything, this wasn’t done by the living.”

Everyone turned to him. He looked at the moon, calculating. “Open the coffin in thirteen minutes.”

The family stared at him in disbelief, open the coffin?! Their son had suffered so much before dying!

But Wu Heng’s words held more weight than Grandma Lai’s now, their anxiety growing.

Zhou Da Gui immediately called for help.

Lai Jun, returning from the grave, his face pale, ‘Wu Heng, that coffin… what the hell is going on?! These ghosts are out of control! Is Yama even doing his job?!’

‘He should just resign! Let someone more capable take over. Like me,’ he added, a hint of shyness in his ghostly pale face.

Wu Heng: “…”

This Lai Jun, always ambitious.

Wu Heng tossed him the pyramid. ‘The ghost from the painter’s studio.’

Lai Jun looked at the burnt, blistered ghost inside and sighed. ‘014 was right, no matter how hard I work, I’ll never reach his level.’

He once dreamed of being the best Yin messenger, now, if he could just become number one in Hezipo, that would be an achievement.

Wu Heng smiled, ‘It’s difficult to achieve greatness during peaceful times. But you’ll have your chance soon.’

The grieving family, having consulted Grandma Lai, “Doctor Wu, it’s time, should we open it?”

The villagers, chanting, cleared the soil from the grave, removed the nails, and the coffin lid creaked open, a foul stench, a heavy smell of blood.

Wang Jun and his officers peered inside, their hearts almost stopping.

The family, catching a glimpse, wailed, collapsing onto the grave.

Their son’s body… headless.

Butcher Luo’s face turned pale. Looking at Wu Heng, he stammered, “Could it be… my cleaver… did this… to their son?”

Wu Heng nodded slightly, his old cleaver, filled with Sha qi, easily used by malicious spirits.

“It’s not your fault, Uncle Luo. Do you blame the knife maker when a murder is committed?”

He always kept his knives safe, couldn’t control if someone stole them.

“Doctor Wu, what happened? What about our son? It’s almost New Year’s! We have to find his head,” the villager cried, crawling towards Wu Heng.

Wu Heng, his expression grim, “I understand. After you find his head… cremate the remains.”

The couple wept, their son had wanted to be cremated. They, still clinging to tradition, had buried him. If only they had fulfilled his wish…

Wu Heng and his companions left the matter to the police and headed back down.

Zhou Da Gui’s face was livid with anger. “This isn’t like before! Ghosts used to avoid the living, and now this?! Stealing a body?! What are they even doing?!”

The usually gentle village chief was truly enraged.

Nan Nuo village was small, they had all watched these children grow up, and now this.

Lai Jun, feeling slightly guilty, touched his head, perhaps he should ask his grandmother to dig up his body and cremate it too…

“Tomorrow! We’re buying firecrackers!”

“What is Yama even doing? So many incidents, and he does nothing. I’m going to file a complaint at the City God Temple, demand his resignation!”

Amidst the village chief’s angry ranting, they returned to the clinic.

Although closed, the lights were still on inside. You Jin, Zhou Yi, and the others were there.

Zhou Yi, having removed his thick glasses, was holding the two snakes, their bodies coiled, ready to strike.

Xi Xi, hissing, her eyes fixed on the phone screen.

Zhou Yi, his vision blurred, hearing Wu Heng’s voice, relaxed, “Xiao Heng, check the live stream.”

“After you disconnected from that artist, it automatically connected with another patient, the screen is grayscale now.”

You Jin and Zhou Yi were now familiar with this, grayscale meant a ghost.

You Jin, Old Wu’s apprentice, had wanted to cover for Wu Heng until he returned.

Then… this.

‘Doctor, doctor, why do I have this… headless problem?’ A figure in bright red clothes – the only color in the grayscale stream – asked.

‘Look, look, which head do you think is the best? Can you pick one for me?‘

The few netizens watching the underworld stream, initially sympathetic towards the ghost, now terrified as it took out several heads, had quickly left,

A few remained, covering the video, only reading the comments, even squinting to type.

[Holy crap, my soul almost left my body, it’s almost New Year’s, don’t scare us!]
[Doctor Wu, when are you coming back? I’m terrified, should Zhou Yi just end the stream?]
[That Author Tang was much more normal. This is nightmare fuel.]

Wu Heng patted Zhou Yi’s shoulder, “Put your glasses on and go home.”

Da Bai, its voice filled with rage, ‘Wu Heng, this ghost is provoking you!’

Da Bai and Xi Xi, being spirit snakes, sensed its malice, unlike Tang Xueshan, this ghost wasn’t seeking help.

Wu Heng, sitting at the consultation table, watched as the headless ghost on screen, like choosing watermelons, tapped on the seven or eight heads, smiling, asking for his help.

Butcher Luo, initially intending to come and get some protective herbs, glanced at his phone, and his blood ran cold.

“The… the second one on the left… isn’t that Old He’s son?!”

He looked closer, certain he wasn’t mistaken. What was he doing there?! Did that ghost use his cleaver?! And now showing it off in Wu Heng’s live stream?!

Wu Heng, his face grim, “You’re not here for treatment, are you?”

The ghost chuckled, ‘No, I have this… head-losing problem. I’m hoping you can sew one on for me, Doctor Wu.’

[… Where did he even get those heads?! Chilling!]

[Cremation is truly the way to go!]
[I’m so angry! These creatures forcing us into a corner! I’m abandoning my accounting career, joining the Xuanmen! Five hindrances, three calamities, I don’t care anymore!]

[Where’s his own head?]

The ghost touched the head on its neck, feeling the uneven edges, it didn’t know where it was, it had searched for so long, perhaps someone else’s was fine too, a new head every day!

But it no longer mattered, this world would be shared with evil, the underworld would have new masters.

Yama was too strict. Their new masters would grant them true freedom!

Wu Heng, his voice cold, “Don’t test me.”

The ghost scoffed, in this vast world, how could he even find him? So many places to hide, both in the human world and the underworld.

Wu Heng, turning to Lai Jun, “Get its IP address, report it, Lai Jun, your chance for that year-end bonus is here!”

Lai Jun’s eyes lit up as he took out his work tablet.

The ghost sneered, ‘Who’d bother being an internet police officer in the underworld? It doesn’t pay much.‘

Few in the underworld had internet access, and the job was mostly voluntary.

Finding and catching a few souls online was difficult and troublesome. And ghosts were motivated by profit.

As they said, let the capable do more, those with official positions in the underworld, they couldn’t be fired even if they slacked off.

Lai Jun scoffed, ‘Money? I want power!’

The ghost, seeing that he was actually doing it, his heart sinking, he screamed, ‘You can’t do that! Doxxing is illegal! Doctor Wu, I was wrong!’