Law of the Devil - Chapter 360 Part 1

Yu Xiao, who is almost hopeless in the terminal stage, has already become a Buddha, waiting to die in the Buddha system every day.
One day, an APP was automatically downloaded on her mobile phone——the patient communication forum of the Fourth Hospital.
Fourth hospital? Isn’t the local fourth hospital a psychiatric hospital?
Click in and see the first post:
【Morgue Raiders Guide】
Yu Xiao: ???
The second post: [Inventory of the ghosts I have encountered over the years]
Yu Xiao: It really deserves to be a mental illness exchange forum.
【Teach you step by step to become a talisman master! 】
This seems to be quite interesting!
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Terror fell that night, and the hospital was shrouded in blood. An indescribable monster wandered around pushing the cart outside the ward, “Let me see who is being misbehaved again?”
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That night the house-watching ghost lifted Yu Xiao’s quilt, and the house-watching ghost touched the talisman beside Yu Xiao’s pillow, and the house-watching ghost was bombarded by five thunders.
The house-watching ghost is crying, why do high-level talismans appear in the novice dungeon?!

Read the guide:
1. If there is no accident, it will be updated at 20:00 every day.
2. Strong women, the heroine is not very serious and talks a lot.
3. There is a male protagonist, but it will not appear at the beginning.

Content tags: Horror, strong woman, unlimited flow, cool text
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- Description from novelbuddy

Kellen Woods grew up never knowing a normal world. By the time he could walk, his mother and father had already sealed several serious gates that threatened the safety of his hometown. By the time his sister was born, they were famous worldwide.So the world held their breath for when Kellen and his sister came of age, waiting to see what kind of power they would awaken.His sister was just like his mom, same power, same class, while Kellen, woke up one day to find out what it meant to be special in a family the world watched. But in the worst way.Awakening weaker then your powerful parents wasn’t unheard of, but when your younger sister awakened at the same class as your parent, anyone would feel inferior. And Kellen, never one to ask for hand outs, left the comfort and safety of his hometown to become better than the weak brat everyone thought he was.Kellen went to the front lines, to where the gates normally broke out. From there, Kellen worked hard, and then worked some more until no one could doubt that he was good at his job. He got so good that even with his lower class, people would still hire him to help. But Kellen never took it to heart. He had learned a valuable lesson on the front lines. Classification only meant shit if you walked back out of the gate. Otherwise, shut your mouth and listen to those with more experience. They determined who made it out alive or not.But Kellen was tired now. He had gotten everything out of his system, and the fast paced life on the front lines didn’t suit him anymore. Now, he wanted to go home, buy a house, maybe find a nice man to settle down with, and live a normal life.All the while, the yellow eyes he’d met on the front lines haunted him, no matter how much he tried to forget about them.Especially since the Esper they were attached to refused to let him go.

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