Something happened?
Jiang Lin rushed to the Vulcan Psychiatric Hospital and entered Room 2203.
Ghost energy appeared in his hand, ready to deploy a barrier at any moment.
But in the next second, upon seeing the situation in the room, Jiang Lin stopped short, and the ghost energy he had gathered dispersed.
In the center of the bed, Tan Xiaodong, who had been freed, sat cross-legged, with one hand resting on his wrist.
The red stone, originally bound by ghost energy, had shattered into dust and disappeared.
A glimpse of a white figure caught his eye. Tan Xiaodong looked up.
Seeing Jiang Lin, his face lit up, "Not bad, not bad, your speed is acceptable."
He patted the disheveled old man beside him, "Look, my sword spirit is back."
"Here as soon as I'm mentioned, no delay. By the way, how long has it been?"
The old man put a hand under his chin and pondered, "Just a moment. Daoist friend, you are formidable!"
"Hahaha, you lost."
Tan Xiaodong extended his hand, palm up, "Hand over the divine spring water."
The old man pouted, reluctantly returned to his hospital bed, and took out a plastic bottle filled with water.
He touched it as if it were a treasure, and reluctantly handed it to Tan Xiaodong, "Here, take it."
"Hahahaha…"
Tan Xiaodong laughed heartily, opened the cap, and poured it over his head.
The bottle of 'divine spring water' vanished in an instant.
The old man watched, clutching his chest in distress, "You, you, how could you be so wasteful!"
Knock, knock, knock~
Tan Xiaodong threw the empty plastic bottle aside, tilting his chin up proudly,
"I, the dignified thirteenth generation Divine Sword of the Ou family, must wash myself with divine spring water daily to cleanse my body."
"..."
Jiang Lin watched this farce, his gaze sweeping over Tan Xiaodong's hair and body covered in sugary water.
He felt both amused and speechless.
Tan Xiaodong looked up, "Why are you still here? You may withdraw."
As he spoke, he waved his hand.
His demeanor and tone were as if to say: All beings, withdraw.
Jiang Lin: "Didn't I say to only crush it if you feel unwell?"
Tan Xiaodong didn't move his head, his eyes flicking over, "I was testing its functionality."
"It seems to be working well now."
Jiang Lin took out another red stone and tied it for him, "You must only crush it when you feel unwell, otherwise..."
Jiang Lin thought for a moment, "Otherwise, it will affect your cultivation."
Tan Xiaodong looked at him with suspicion, "Really?"
Jiang Lin said with a straight face, "Mhm."
Tan Xiaodong snorted, "Alright then, I can still listen to my sword spirit."
After speaking, as if feeling he hadn't conveyed enough authority, he added with his chin raised:
"Considering how obedient you are."
Jiang Lin had no intention of arguing with him. He reminded him again, then left.
As soon as Jiang Lin turned to leave, Tan Xiaodong poked his head out to look towards the door.
Then, he happily touched the stone on his wrist and beckoned the old man over, "Look, I have a new divine stone!"
The old man looked up and down at his empty wrist, and exclaimed,
"It is indeed a divine stone! If I hadn't opened my Heavenly Eyes, I might have missed it."
Tan Xiaodong was happy for a moment, then withdrew his hand.
"I'm going to start cultivating. You guard me."
"Alright!"
The elder struck a pose and began patrolling back and forth in front of Tan Xiaodong's bed.
Whenever someone passed by, he would glare at them, turning his hand into a sword.
He shouted, "Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! Do not disturb the Daoist friend's cultivation!"
...
Although Jiang Lin had returned to the underworld, he felt that this matter was not over.
As expected, the next day.
As soon as he dismissed over a hundred team members, he discovered that the stone had shattered again.
With the experience from the previous time, Jiang Lin was no longer in a hurry.
But he still rushed over quickly.
As soon as he reached the sky above the Vulcan Psychiatric Hospital, he heard Tan Xiaodong groaning in pain.
He flew into Room 2203 and saw Tan Xiaodong rolling on the ground.
"Ow, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"
"I'm in pain! Ou Bai, Ou Bai!"
Jiang Lin stepped forward to check, "Where does it hurt?"
Tan Xiaodong, covering his stomach, looked up with a frown.
His voice carried a hint of grievance, "My stomach hurts."
Jiang Lin: "..."
"If your stomach hurts, call a doctor."
Tan Xiaodong: "Didn't you say to crush the stone if you feel unwell?"
He hadn't crushed it randomly this time.
Jiang Lin put his hand to his forehead.
Then he heard Tan Xiaodong mutter softly, "Besides, if I'm seeing a doctor... what's wrong with having my sword spirit keep me company?"
His own sword spirit, couldn't he summon it whenever he pleased?
Jiang Lin: "Get up, let the doctor examine you."
Tan Xiaodong looked at him, "And you?"
"I'm not leaving."
Tan Xiaodong's eyes rolled, "Then since I didn't crush it randomly this time, it won't affect my cultivation, right?"
"...No."
...
Watching Tan Xiaodong being examined by the doctor, then drinking water and taking medicine while secretly glancing to see if he had left,
Jiang Lin suddenly felt like he was babysitting.
He considered whether to stop providing him with new contact stones.
But thinking of the demonic energy erosion within Tan Xiaodong, he abandoned the idea.
He would rather make more trips than let an accident happen.
As long as the person was safe.
After that, Tan Xiaodong crushed the stones again and again.
Sometimes it was his foot hitting the door frame and hurting, sometimes he had a cold and his head ached...
He could always find various excuses to crush the stones.
On the fifth time he was called, he found that Tan Xiaodong was just unable to sleep and his eyes hurt from staring...
Jiang Lin had no choice but to tell him the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf" by his bedside.
"Once upon a time, there was a shepherd boy named Xiao Ming."
"One day, while tending his sheep, Xiao Ming suddenly shouted: 'The wolf is coming, the wolf is coming!'"
"The villagers heard this and rushed over with weapons, only to find there was no wolf at all. Xiao Ming was lying."
After that,
Whenever Xiao Ming was bored, he would repeat the trick, making the villagers rush over.
"But one day, a wolf really came to the mountain. Xiao Ming quickly shouted: 'The wolf is coming, the wolf is coming!'"
"The villagers thought he was joking again and ignored him."
"As a result, Xiao Ming lost many, many sheep."
As Jiang Lin spoke, he suddenly noticed that Tan Xiaodong had become too quiet.
He looked down and saw that he had fallen asleep.
"..."
He reached out and re-tied the red stone to Tan Xiaodong's wrist.
The wolf is coming, the wolf is coming...
He could only hope that day would never come for Tan Xiaodong.
This was Jiang Lin's first time undertaking a special-grade mission requiring regular check-ups, and he lacked experience.
He could only be more patient.
He had also considered placing a paper effigy nearby to synchronize his vision.
This way, he could see Tan Xiaodong's condition.
But then he thought better of it.
The erosion of demonic energy was always known for its subtlety.
He wasn't confident about a paper effigy that could detect demonic energy. Bafeng Novel
...
Later, Jiang Lin also asked other captains who had undertaken special-grade missions.
They all said they had encountered similar situations.
It all depended on how they handled it.
After all, each captain's approach was different.
...