Chapter 26 Counterattack

"Uncle Liu, it seems that I have to ask Zhang Ping in person."

"Well, then you should pay attention to your way of doing things. Don't make trouble. After all, it was just attempted murder."

"Okay."

As soon as Jiang Xiaobai finished his words, his phone rang.

"Sir, something is wrong. Ten minutes ago, Zhang Ping was foaming and suddenly became gawkish. What should we do now?"

Jiang Xiaobai and Mr. Liu looked at each other, shocked. Did they do it so soon?

When Jiang Xiaobai and Uncle Liu arrived at the hospital, the policemen had already been waiting at the gate.

"What happened? Why did something happen to him? I asked you to keep an eye on him. What happened to you?"

Mr. Liu asked the policeman who was accompanying them as they walked, with an expression of extreme dissatisfaction.

"Mr. Liu, we don't understand either. Since we received the order this morning, two of us have been watching in the ward, and another two have been guarding at the door. Till now, no stranger has approached us."

"Then how do you explain the current situation?"

The two policemen lowered their heads and didn't dare to look up at their boss.

"Uncle Liu, forget about it. Even if we are angry now, it can't solve the problem. Let's go upstairs and have a look." Jiang Xiaobai tried to smooth things over.

Mr. Liu nodded silently and everyone walked towards Zhang Ping's ward.

Jiang Xiaobai felt a chill as soon as he entered the ward.

"Who set the room temperature so low? Don't you know that he is a patient?" Taking a look at Zhang Ping, who was smiling foolishly on the bed, Mr. Liu asked the two policemen who stood up and saluted him discontentedly.

"Mr. Liu, it's really not us. Look, the air-conditioner in our room is not on at all."

Jiang Xiaobai walked to the air-conditioner and looked at the screen. It was not turned on. He reached out to feel the wind, but there was no wind.

"Mr. Liu, it's not their fault. What they said is true. The air conditioner is off."

Jiang Xiaobai walked around the room. The coldness in the room was really annoying.

"Well, forget about it. You two come here and talk about what happened today." Mr. Liu pointed at Zhang Ping and said, sitting on the chair.

The two policemen looked at each other. The tall policeman swallowed some saliva and told them what had happened today.

"Mr. Liu, at half past eight this morning, the four of us were sent by you to monitor Zhang Ping in this hospital. Everything was fine when we came here. Zhang Ping was talking and smiling and he didn't take us seriously."

"He said he was dying, so there was nothing to be afraid of. He just wanted to eat well and drink well. He wanted to drink juice and watch TV later. We satisfied his needs. During this process, at least two people had been staring at him. There was nothing unusual."

"Until about three o'clock this afternoon, he was lying on the bed watching TV. Suddenly, his face became ferocious, and his whole face turned livid. His face was full of fear, and he screamed and roared."

"We didn't know what to do and called the nurse to help. But under the watchful eyes of the public, Zhang Ping's whole body convulsed and he foamed. About two minutes later, he stopped and kept giggling. The doctor concluded that he had lost the ability to think rationally and became gawkish."

"How could this be? Its like weve encountered some evil force" Mr. Liu looked depressed. Suddenly, his expression changed. He and Jiang Xiaobai looked at each other and both of them understood what was in each other's eyes.

"Uncle Liu, please let them go out first. I may have a way to make Zhang Ping regain his consciousness and get the information we want." Jiang Xiaobai walked to the bed, looked at Zhang Ping who was giggling, and turned to Uncle Liu.

"Get out, all of you."

The policemen looked at Jiang Xiaobai curiously, walked out of the ward, and closed the door.

"What can you do to wake him up? Just do it!" Mr. Liu looked at Jiang Xiaobai expectantly.

"Sir, you should know cultivators, right?"

"Of course I know. Some cultivators are called practicers. We have a secret department called the Secretary Department, which is especially responsible for relevant affairs."

"To tell you the truth, I'm also a cultivator."

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be a mysterious cultivator." Mr. Liu looked at Jiang Xiaobai in surprise.

"Ha-ha, I'm not so strong. I'm just a newcomer. I have an ancient secret skill that can help people call the souls of the dead, and I can use spirit power to help them sort out their memories and restore their consciousness. If they fall asleep, they can also communicate with others in their dreams."

"Really? I didn't expect that there would be such a secret skill in the world. Let me see it now."

Jiang Xiaobai slowly raised his fist and gathered the energy of his burning right arm, emitting white light.

"Uncle Liu, don't worry. I'll get Zhang Ping back to his original state soon." Jiang Xiaobai nodded at him and raised his right arm, which was shining with white light. He slowly approached Zhang Ping's brain with his palm, getting closer and closer to it.

One meter... Half a meter...

Hadn't you shown up yet? You were so calm.

Indeed, from the moment Mr. Liu and Jiang Xiaobai looked at each other, the two began to act.

Jiang Xiaobai felt that what happened today was too strange, whether it was the coldness for no reason, or Zhang Ping's face becoming ferocious for no reason and his foaming. Everything was too weird to be explained by common sense.

It happened that a sentence from Uncle Liu reminded him. There might be some evil force.

Jiang Xiaobai didn't know if it was evil, but there were cultivators in the world, especially those from the godly power, which featured creepiness. It was evil.

If it was due to the cultivator, how did he do it? He must have used something invisible to harm people.

Thinking of this, everything could be explained.

Jiang Xiaobai guessed that the evil cultivator or his evil thing must have remained. First, the cultivator was so bold that he turned Zhang Ping into a gawkish man in front of the four policemen in broad daylight. He was indeed rampant. Second, the temperature in the room was still so cold after such a long time, and there was no tendency for it to rise at all. It seemed that the dirty thing was still in a corner of the room, and maybe it was mocking them.

Jiang Xiaobai also made up a family secret method to help Zhang Ping recover, to provoke the cultivator

Jiang Xiaobai's palm was getting closer and closer to Zhang Ping's brain. When he was about to touch his brain, a strange change occurred.

Jiang Xiaobai felt a gust of cold wind behind him. Something touched his body and seemed to crawl all over his body and seep into his flesh and blood.

Jiang Xiaobai gathered the energy in his body to make them roll and boil and rush to the skin on their back. His right hand also quickly turned into a fist

With a loud bang, he dashed backward.

"Squeak!" a creepy scream spread out of the ward.

The monster that made the sound also revealed its body from the air.