Open A Clinic To Cultivate Myself Chapter 239 Nightmare

Song Jun's expression was frightening. “I gave her all my money, but she still ran away with another man. I loved her so much, but she made me a cuckold! Any woman who resembles her deserves to die!”

Ning Tao said coolly, “Does a man like you deserve to talk about love? Tell me, how did you meet Zhou Ying, and how did you murder her?”

Song Jun's lips were shut tight.

Bai Jing's right hand found her way around and gripped onto Song Jun's shoulder, stabbing into it like a sharp blade.

Song Jun could not control his voice and screamed out loud. But his voice was already weak. With the immense pain and excessive bleeding, his kneeling body collapsed to the ground. However, Bai Jing grabbed onto his shoulder blade, tugging onto his flesh and bone, preventing him from falling down. This pain would really make anyone regret being born into this world.

Just then, Ning Tao stabbed the needle right into Song Jun's broken wrist and helped him to stop the bleeding with his spiritual power, returning him a chance of survival. Torture him then treat him, so that there was no way he could die or faint even if he wanted to. Every second was inconceivable suffering.

“I'll say… I'll say…” Song Jun caved in before enduring past ten seconds. He continued speaking. “Last evening… I went to the campus' garbage collection spot to collect garbage. Just then, that girl walked by the alley… I saw that she looked like my girlfriend, so I knocked her out and dragged her into the truck, took her into the mountains… tortured her then… I killed her, and I cleaned up all traces of crime, and dumped her into the garbage truck after wrapping her in plastic film. I dumped her back into the garbage dump by the campus in the morning…”

“Where did you learn how to clean up traces from?” Ning Tao asked.

“From the net… some procedural movies… and novels,” Song Jun said.

Ning Tao picked up Song Jun's right hand and brought it to before Song Jun. “Did you make this ring in Myanmar?”

Song Jun nodded.

Ning Tao put Song Jun's right hand in Song Jun's left hand, and said, “Do you want to live?”

Song Jun nodded.

Ning Tao yelled, “Speak!”

Song Jun trembled. “Yes.”

Ning Tao said, “Take your hand and come with me. I'll treat you.”

A sense of confusion flashed in Song Jun's eyes. First, they almost had him killed and then wanted to treat him. Were they trying to kill him for fun?

Ning Tao said nonchalantly, “If you're not coming with me, I'll kill you again.”

His tone was calm, but a chill pervaded Song Jun. He struggled to get up, but the floor of blood was so slippery that it prevented him from doing so.

“Garbage.” With her claw which pierced through his shoulder blade, Bai Jing lifted Song Jun up.

“Ah…” Song Jun shrieked and panted heavily.

Ning Tao took out an ordinary prescription slip with a blood lock drawn on, then unlocked it. He turned to Song Jun and said, “Come with me.”

The Sky Clinic's convenient door was jet black, but its frame appeared to be fiery, looking like it was the door to h.e.l.l. Song Jun was stunned, afraid to step forward. He said nervously, “Are you… taking me… down to h.e.l.l?”

“Someone like you is still thinking of going to heaven?” Bai Jing said, and suddenly kicked Song Jun's back.

With a dull thud, Song Jun was sent flying off the ground and right into the convenient door.

Ning Tao strode over.

Just in a blink of an eye, everything around them had changed. They went from a small secluded village in Shan City to the Sky Clinic in Guan City's Hakka Alley.

The good-evil tripod appeared to be fuming, smoke encircling it.

Song Jun struggled to get up, his left hand tightly holding onto his right. He inspected the surroundings of the Sky Clinic, with eyes full of fear.

Ning Tao retrieved the ledger of bamboo slips and placed it on top of Song Jun's head for a few seconds. He then took it down and opened to read the diagnosis.

The content appeared in the ledger: Song Jun, born on 23 June 1993. Primary sin being, the murder of six people, amounting to 24 points of the sin of evil intention. Secondary sin being, unfilial to his parents, amounting to 10 points of the sin of evil intention. Third sin being, the rape of seven people, amounting to 21 points of the sin of evil intention. The fourth sin being, causing harm to others… He carries with him in a total of 131 points of the sin of evil intention. Permitted for the judgment of sin of evil intention, he may redeem his sins with death.

Ning Tao was not surprised by the result at all. He rolled up the ledger of bamboo slips and put it back into the small medicine chest.

“What… what is this place?” Song Jun finally managed to speak.

Ning Tao said, “This is my clinic. I'll give you a prescription, and you can be treated once you've signed it. I'll also rejoin your mutilated hand.”

“What… what is this?”

Ning Tao's voice was icy cold. “Then let me ask you. Why did you still kill those innocent girls even though you knew they were not your girlfriend?”

Song Jun was stunned. He did not dare to question anymore.

Very quickly, Ning Tao was ready with the sin of evil intention prescription. He then said, “Come sign it.”

Song Jun came to the table, and what he saw was a folded piece of the prescription slip. He wanted to take a look at its content but did not dare to ask.

Ning Tao yelled. “Sign!”

His voice was threatening. Song Jun s.h.i.+vered, he put down his right hand, and picked up a pen with his left hand, signing on the sin of evil intention prescription pact.

Ning Tao kept the sin of evil intention prescription and gave Song Jun a Fine Elixir. “Consume it.”

Song Jun consumed the Fine Elixir and immediately took his right hand again like he was afraid of losing it.

Just then, a bluish smoke from the good-evil tripod swept across and instantly enveloped Song Jun.

Ning Tao's eyes widened. Despite his power of sight being activated, he could not see Song Jun within the smoke. He could not even see his innate aura, much less his physical presence.

Ning Tao gave up. He wanted to unravel the Sky Clinic's secret, but it was not something he could accomplish just as he pleased. He had just started his journey of cultivation and there was still a long way ahead.

Ning Tao kept Song Jun's sins of evil intention prescription pact. The prescription pact had only one clause of condition for his redemption, and that was death. The pact would be dissolved once Song Jun was dead.

The longer he operated the Sky Clinic, the better he understood the rules of the clinic, allowing him to play with it more flexibly. Back when he had to deal with Jiang Yilong's kind of prescription pact with multiple clauses of condition, he would no longer give treatment fee, and only need to ensure that the pact was fulfilled. Even the diagnosis of the ledger of bamboo slips did not require a strictly abiding and could be dealt with flexibly, as long as the goal remained. For example, Song Jun's death could be written as the cause of jumping into a river, or a car accident or jumping off a building. As long as the result was death, Ning Tao could decide on how it happens.

The smoke had returned to the good-evil tripod, and Song Jun reappeared. There was not a wound on him, his mutilated hand was reattached. There was not even a scar left on him.

“I…” Song Jun looked at his right hand in shock. He was in complete disbelief.

Ning Tao took out a Sacred Needle and approached Song Jun. With a swift motion, he p.r.i.c.ked it into the back of Song Jun's head. Evil energy surrounded the Sacred Needle to Nasty Diseases.

Song Jun felt something and turned to look at Ning Tao.

However, Ning Tao had already kept the Sacred Needle, and said calmly, “Okay, you may return.”

“Is… is this real?” Song Jun was still in disbelief about his experience until this point.

Ning Tao said, “You're actually dreaming. People who have committed too many evil deeds will have nightmares. You've murdered six innocent girls. Their ghosts are here to haunt you.”

“No, no…” Song Jun shook his head violently, seemingly attempting to wake up from this “dream”.

Suddenly, Ning Tao chopped on Song Jun's neck with his palm, and he fainted to the ground.

The convenient door opened.

Ning Tao carried Song Jun back to his room.

The blood on the ground had vanished. Whatever signs which needed to be removed were also gone. It was like nothing violent had happened in this room, except a remaining hint of b.l.o.o.d.y smell. However, the windows had been opened, and with ventilation, the b.l.o.o.d.y smell had disappeared very quickly.

Qing Zhui and Bai Jing stood inside the room, prim and elegant, looking neither like demons nor certain murderous women.

“I'll kill him,” Bai Jing said.

Ning Tao said, “No need. I've already killed him.”

“You've killed him?” Bai Jing looked at Ning Tao suspiciously. Song Jun was fast asleep like a baby in his arms.

Ning Tao laid Song Jun on the bed, and said, “I've used the Sacred Needle to Nasty Diseases on him. He won't get to live beyond three days.”

Qing Zhui asked, puzzled, “Why are you giving him another three days? Shouldn't an evil person like him be killed immediately?”

Ning Tao said, “It's easy to kill him. It can be solved with just a knife. But Zhou Ying's mother needs justice. I'm only giving him three days for the sake of returning justice to Zhou Ying's mother and the family of the five other victims. I want them to know that the murderer has been apprehended, and I will let them personally watch him rot and die.”

Qing Zhui smirked. “I see. I understand now. So what do we do next?”

“Call the police,” Ning Tao said.

A few minutes later, Qing Zhui stood at the entrance of the Song family's house and made a call. “h.e.l.lo, is it Inspector Wu? I have an important intel for you concerning a serial killer…”

Ning Tao would not have made this call. He had already punished the evil person and earned his treatment fee. It had nothing to do with him anymore. If he had called Wu Wenbo, he would definitely become the focus of attention to the media. The government of Shan City might even give him an award or something, but he could not be involved with such fame and benefit. Besides, he still had to be faced with the potential problem of being questioned as the person who had personally caught Song Jun when he would be dead three days later.

Half an hour later, a fleet of police cars had arrived at this small secluded village. Up to a hundred armed police officers and special police had charged towards Song Jun's house at full speed, surrounding it.

Wu Wenbo led the team personally into the courtyard. With a wave of his hand, two special police standing on each side of the door kicked the door opened. A group of special police rushed in.

Song Jun woke up alarmed. Seeing a group of armed police surrounding him, he was instantly stunned. A second or two later, he suddenly raised his right hand and looked fixedly at it.

His right hand was still in place.

It was really just a nightmare.