nucmednet Chapter 459 [Train] Vomiting
Chapter 459 [Train] Vomiting
Om Mani Padme Hum.
This is the six-syllable mantra of Buddhism.
It is the heart mantra of Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva.
The Complete Collection of Mani Says:
Reciting the six-syllable mantra of Avalokiteshvara can prevent and extinguish the harm caused by evil spirits in the world.
Reciting the six-syllable mantra can prevent and extinguish 404 kinds of diseases.
Reciting the six-syllable mantra of Avalokiteshvara can purify and eliminate karmic obstacles and suffering in the six realms.
When you are trapped in your most terrifying nightmare, haunted by vengeful ghosts.
When you are trapped in an unsolvable predicament, unable to escape.
Please recite this mantra.
Om Mani Padme Hum.
Tian Qinghe was well aware that the Six-Syllable Mantra could ward off ghosts and evil spirits.
But if...
These six words.
Was it originally uttered by a ghost?
It was at this moment that he finally understood why he had felt inexplicably afraid when he first stepped into the hall; and where that inexplicable "it" that suddenly appeared in his mind was.
It was right behind me.
But this time... Tian Qinghe dared not turn back.
A fear and horror that almost suffocated him enveloped Tian Qinghe's entire body. He didn't even actually see "it," nor did he need to see "it."
Because Tian Qinghe already understood in her heart that "it" had always been there.
The green train has never left the platform, the stairwell, or even the station hall.
At this moment.
He heard a soft cough suddenly sound behind him.
Then came the rustling of clothes rubbing together.
Then, a faint, strange smell drifted into Tian Qinghe's nostrils... *smack*.
Something stood up behind me.
Cold sweat kept seeping from Tian Qinghe's forehead.
He realized he had made a huge mistake. He had relied on his experience of entering the domain eight times and thought he was experienced enough to protect the rest of them.
But now it seems he can't even protect himself.
This is not a domain.
There was no mission, no guidance; it was as if he were on flat ground one second and would fall into an abyss the next. And his biggest mistake was thinking that there would definitely be a way out in the end.
Is there really a way out?
Without the restrictions of the Domain River, would the ghosts really offer any way out?
Clenching her teeth, even though all hope was lost, Tian Qinghe's right hand still moved rapidly, writing down the clues she had obtained in the darkness by feeling.
His sweaty left hand quietly slipped into his pocket.
Da da.
The ghost outside was still knocking on the window, and something was making strange noises:
"Dabao, don't be afraid!"
"Come to Daddy..."
The flashlight that had fallen to the ground shone obliquely out the window, illuminating the terrifying appearance of the three ghostly figures clearly.
Da Bao burst into tears, his lips moving rapidly as he silently chanted the six syllables: Om Mani Padme Hum, Om Mani Padme Hum, Om Mani Padme Hum...
Tian Qinghe just wanted to shout, "Stop reading!"
Just then, a thin, bony hand gently placed on Da Bao's head.
Her wrists were unusually thin, and there was nothing on them.
"Om Mani Padme Hum".
"Good child, I wish you good health."
After it finished speaking, its thin, bony face was slowly exposed to the light of the flashlight.
Under Tian Qinghe's horrified gaze, the ghost opened its mouth, revealing a set of rotten teeth, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Tian Qinghe, you are sick."
"There is no cure."
As soon as she finished speaking, Tian Qinghe's heart suddenly pounded at an unbearable speed, and a metallic taste rose in her throat.
"Wow!"
He couldn't help but open his mouth and suddenly vomited a large pool of blood.
It smells extremely bad.
Amidst the blood, several scarlet fragments of internal organs caught Tian Qinghe's eye.
That was one of his lungs.
Before Tian Qinghe could react, a second wave of intense nausea struck.
This time.
His heart suddenly felt as if it were being gripped tightly by a hand...
pat.
The clue book quietly slipped from his knees.
The page that had been turned open contained the information that Tian Qinghe had just written down.
The monk ghost was emaciated, sickly, and wore only a gray robe.
[Curse Trigger Mechanism: ?]
The ghost will trick you into reciting the six-syllable mantra. What is its purpose?
[Stage 1: Skin redness, fragile facial skin that peels off easily with a touch, painless]
[Non-immediate death type]
[Phase Two: Peeling stops, sores appear on the body, rapidly decay, and there is no pain]
[Non-immediate death type]
However, below this section, a new sentence and half a sketch appeared...
[Phase Three: Instant Death Type]
The painting depicts the station hall.
Only Tian Qinghe sat alone on a bench.
His body lay face down, his mouth agape in a stiff expression, a pool of vomit at his feet, and within the vomit lay several shattered fragments of his heart...
rustling......
On the unpicked notebook, an unseen pen continues to fill in the picture.
.......
In the stairwell.
Zhang Xuan's face was pale, and she let go of her hand helplessly. Even though she was just an ordinary person, she knew that there must be a big problem inside.
The cold air seeped out from the cracks in the door, seeping into the bones of the people outside.
Wei Lan remained silent beside her, while the elderly couple exchanged a glance, and the grandfather suddenly hesitated before saying:
"I felt that Officer Tian's behavior just now was very strange."
Zhang Xuan pursed her lips and remained silent; she, too, felt the same strange sensation.
The main reason was that Tian Qinghe turned back too quickly after entering the hall.
He said he found a way to save Da Bao, but if he really found it so quickly, why haven't the two of them come out yet?
Moreover, just now, Da Bao's terrified cries...
That's when.
Everyone was suddenly stunned.
Through the door, they heard several footsteps coming from inside.
There were also children muttering softly, but it was hard to hear clearly.
A few seconds later, the door was pushed open.
Tian Qinghe slowly walked out.
His face was deathly pale. He glanced at everyone, paused, and then said:
"I cured Da Bao."
"What!" Zhang Xuan exclaimed in surprise!
Only then did they notice that Tian Qinghe was holding a wad of gray cloth in her arms.
When the cloth was lifted, Da Bao's sleeping face was visible, his left cheek still a bloody mess.
But unlike before, when Tian Qinghe vigorously rubbed the child's still intact right side of his face, the skin did not peel off.
The molting stopped.
"...Is there no way to fully recover...?"
Despite it being good news, Zhang Xuan still felt heavy-hearted.
It wasn't that simple after all.
It seems this child is destined to be disfigured.
"no way."
Tian Qinghe said, "I could only pause the curse with all my might, but at least Da Bao will not continue to get worse."
After that, he gave everyone a brief explanation.
It turns out that this curse develops in stages. Da Bao has only just gone through the first stage. In the future, he will not only have to endure the pain of shedding his skin, but his flesh and internal organs will also be affected.
After hearing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
"Officer Tian, so what exactly is this curse all about?"
The old lady asked, "Da Bao didn't do anything, so why him of all people?"
"..."
Tian Qinghe shook her head heavily.
"you are wrong."
He raised his head, his eyes unfathomable, and pointed at Zhang Xuan: "It might be you."
He then looked at the elderly couple and said, "It could also be you."
“We are all cursed.”
"It's just a matter of who goes first and who goes last."
“Fortunately, I have found a solution…” he said softly, “Simply reciting these six words will slow down the curse.”
"Om Mani Padme Hum".