Chapter 246 Li Feng's Revenge
The hospital was still brightly lit at night, the VIP floor was quiet, and the lights above Song Deming's ward were on. Song Deming was sitting on the sofa. Although there was no expression on his face, one could feel that he was angry from the low pressure around him.

"Tell me what you just said again."

Song Zhenglin stood beside his bed with his head down, "Xinxin went to her grandfather's house to play."

Song Deming glared at him fiercely, "Don't you know to go and get her back?"

"Hey, Mr. Song, don't be angry," Qiao Ci'an, who was sitting on the sofa, said disapprovingly, "Your granddaughter is so young, how can she take on the important task of taking care of you? Don't force her too much."

"Your family is so rich and has so many people, it's impossible for a ten-year-old granddaughter to serve you."

Song Deming suppressed his anger, turned his head, and showed a bitter and sad expression, "I just miss my granddaughter and want to see her."

Qiao Ci'an chuckled and looked at him with an expression that said, "Do you think I believe it or not?"

She was too lazy to talk to Old Deng. She looked down at her watch. It was almost twelve o'clock. Logically, the evil ghost should have arrived at this time.

Why hasn’t this time come yet?

Looking at the dark night outside, she suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart, "How many people in your family are living in this hospital?"

She thought of what Song Deming had said during the day, that many people in his family had accidents one after another and were hospitalized.

Song Zhenglin didn't know why she suddenly asked this question, but he answered it quickly.

In addition to Song Deming, his grandfather is also living in the ICU of this hospital, and Song Zhengmin and his son are living in the same hospital with his son.

Qiao Ci'an cursed, "Why didn't you say so earlier!"

"Take me to another hospital!"

When Song Zhenglin thought of his son, his face suddenly changed. The two of them ran out of the ward in a hurry. Before Song Deming could react what was happening, he was the only one left in the ward.

Looking at the empty room, he couldn't help but feel nervous and hurriedly asked the bodyguard outside the door to accompany him.

In another hospital, Song Zhengmin had fallen asleep early in the VIP ward. The only sounds in the quiet ward were the cold sounds of instruments and the bright lights above his head.

Suddenly, all the instruments in the room made rapid sounds, the lights above flickered, and Song Zhengmin on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

His neck seemed to be strangled by something, his face turned red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were wide open as if they would bulge out in the next second, his eyes were filled with fear.

He wanted to speak and struggle, but he was nailed to the bed, unable to move or open his mouth.

"Uuuuuuu..."

"I told you not to burn anything, why didn't you listen to me!"

"You have done me a disservice!"

Angry roars echoed over the ward, and instantly the glass cup on the table exploded and shattered into pieces. The flying glass fragments flew onto Song Zhengmin's face, leaving a big cut.

A black room appeared out of nowhere in the air, and a human figure could be vaguely seen in the black fog. He was short and small, with a hideous and ferocious face, and a string of bells on his feet. As he moved, the sound of crisp bells echoed in the ward.

The fear in Song Zhengmin's eyes became stronger, the flesh on his face trembled wildly, and blood mixed with sweat kept flowing down. He wanted to explain, beg for mercy, and ask why, but his mouth was tightly closed and he couldn't say anything. It was this family that caused him to end up like this, and he wanted them to know the consequences of angering him!
The black mist suddenly moved forward and covered Song Zhengmin.

Crack, crack, the sound of breaking bones came from the black fog.

"what!"

Until a shrill scream echoed in the ward, scaring Yao Lanli who had just walked to the door. She looked at the closed door in shock.

Song Zhengmin's body was violently torn into pieces on the hospital bed in the room, his eyes were wide open.

In the corner, Song Zhengmin's ghost looked at his own miserable corpse, filled with resentment and bloodshot eyes. He was unwilling to die like this.

Suddenly he seemed to sense something, and the ghost floated towards the door.

At the door, Yao Lanli looked at it, and walked out without looking back, as if she had made some kind of decision.

'Stop, don't run!'

The ghost of Song Zhengmin behind him hurriedly chased after him and roared angrily, saying that if he died, his wife should be buried with him!
Yao Lanli ran to the stairwell and walked down. She felt a cold wind behind her, as if something was chasing her.

She couldn't help but glance back, and in a trance she saw Song Zhengmin's face with his eyes open to death. She was so scared that she slipped and fell, rolled down the stairs, hit her head heavily against the wall, and fainted.

Song Zhengmin's ghost surrounds Yao Lanli's body, wanting to do something.

Suddenly, a black hole appeared on the wall beside him, and a black claw quickly stretched out from the black hole. The sharp claw instantly pierced through his soul. Song Zhengmin only felt a pain in his chest, and his soul instantly disintegrated and disappeared without a trace.

After a while, a ghost in black uniform appeared at the place where Song Zhengmin's ghost disappeared.

The ghost looked around but couldn't find Song Zhengmin's ghost. He was very confused, "Strange, didn't I sense it just now? Why is it gone?"

By the time Song Zhenglin and Qiao Ci'an arrived, it was too late. They were both shocked when they saw Song Zhengmin's miserable dead body on the bed.

Song Zhenglin's legs went limp and he fell to the ground. As a policeman, he had seen many murder scenes, but none of them had as strong of an impact as Song Zhengmin's tragic condition, because the next person lying there might very well be him.

Qiao Ci'an's face was solemn. How great a hatred and resentment must one have to make someone like this? She glanced down at Song Zhenglin without any sympathy in her eyes.

"How did you offend me? I won't stop until I kill your whole family."

Song Zhenglin's face was pale and his mind was in a mess. He didn't know how to explain to Qiao Ci'an. Suddenly, he thought of his son who lived in another building. He used both hands to get up from the ground and ran outside frantically.

Qiao Ci'an sighed and followed. This was obviously the revenge of an evil ghost, and she didn't want to care about it, but she couldn't ignore it. If the evil ghost went crazy and killed people, it would put other innocent people in danger.

Also, why can’t this family, who is so rich, be arranged to stay in the same hospital? It’s so annoying!
On the other side of the hospital, the old man of the Song family who was staying in the ICU suddenly twitched wildly, and the instruments on his body made sharp sounds. In just a few seconds, his body suddenly stopped moving.

When the nurse on duty rushed to check, she discovered that his heart had stopped moving, and his internal organs were strangely shattered, only held together by a piece of skin.

At the same time, on the other side, Song Deming was repeatedly emphasizing to his bodyguard that if he had any abnormal behavior, he must be stopped immediately, but he hadn't finished speaking yet.

Suddenly, the two bodyguards in front of him rushed up as if they had lost their minds, one of them strangled his neck tightly, and the other one hit his body with his fists frantically.

Song Deming stared with his eyes wide open, trying to resist, but the two bodyguards were too strong, leaving him no room to put up a fight, and was beaten to death.