Coming to the hospital always feels cold. This is because the environment of such a special place requires a low temperature to prevent bacterial growth. However, many people perceive it as the so-called clammy chill.

Perhaps it's the effect of a psychological influence. After all, a hospital is a place where life and death partings play out daily. To those with a simple view of life and death, this place naturally feels laden with yin energy. No one knows how many people have passed through which ward, and no one knows how many corpses have been held in the morgue beneath...

Gu Mo walked along the hospital corridor, smelling the scent of disinfectant in the air, carefully sensing the shift in the energy field of this space, his eyes swiftly scanning the corridor. As he passed each ward, he seemed to glance casually inside.

The choice of a Guardian Spirit involves more than just the attributes listed on a page; there are also some hidden effects not detailed, like the Nine-tailed's mind-bending divine power.

With the ability of Spiritual Vision given by his Guardian Spirit, he could see far more—from the souls of the dead to the intense residual thoughts left behind. These can be seen or heard...

The former needs no explanation, while the latter is essentially a thought and idea left due to strong emotions in life. They often coagulate and linger, converging on things the deceased last touched in life, possibly triggered by the high inspiration of the living.

During the Warring States Era, Gu Mo encountered this several times, often on corpses or weapons on those battlefields, leaving behind residual thoughts of both humans and demons.

"There is a presence of death and yin energy, but the actual aura of the souls is very faint. If not paying close attention, one would hardly notice..."

Sensing the energy field of the entire hospital, Gu Mo raised his eyebrows slightly. The aura of death and yin energy certainly exists, as such a place, daily witnessing life and death, would naturally accumulate these energies, growing heavier with each passing day.

But that's all there is, just the aura of death without anything else.

To him, it felt abrupt, like a battle-scarred field filled with the aura of death and bloodshed, yet only these auras remained, with nothing else lingering. One could tell many had died here, but there were no residual thoughts of resentment, fear, despair, or anything else left behind.

Gu Mo pondered seriously, then noticed a vacant ward and walked straight in.

Standing in the room, he thoroughly sensed everything visible or invisible in the air, then walked over to the bed near the door, examining it meticulously but found nothing—it was spotlessly clean.

Perhaps it's because this room, these few beds, never sent anyone off... he mused. Just then, a nurse came in with an armful of fresh white sheets, apparently there to tidy the bed.

Seeing someone standing in the ward, she frowned slightly:

"May I ask who you are...?"

"No, I'm visiting the sick. My granduncle's second uncle's third granduncle's daughter fell ill, so I came to have a look, but I seem to have entered the wrong room..." Gu Mo turned his head, waved his hands while smiling, and muddled through. Before the nurse could react, he ducked past her and quickly walked out.

"Entered the wrong room?"

The nurse looked at the ward with some confusion, seeing it empty with the door wide open. From the corridor, it was apparent that no patients had been assigned to the room, yet why would someone enter the wrong room? And that elaborate family connection... was that serious?

Despite her surprise, she didn't dwell on it, shaking her head and went back to her tasks.

Although she felt a peculiar sense of concern about the person just now, it was only a brief encounter; she didn't even get a clear look at the person's appearance. Naturally, she wouldn't pay it much mind, even if it felt strange. She would subconsciously attribute it to the person's peculiar attire.

Gu Mo left the ward, quickly walking down the corridor.

His movements were swift, passing by people, barely giving them a chance to see his face, as he moved from the first floor to the tenth, then back down. It was as if he were an attentive staff member, inspecting all the wards...

Yet, he still saw no souls of the dead or any lingering aura of residual thoughts in the wards.

The former was understandable, but the latter...

In theory, based on what he knew, residual thoughts are not uncommon. However, the emotions strong enough to create such thoughts typically arise from the state before death. Those alive who've not experienced it can hardly imagine the terrifying dread of death.

And the hatred, despair, pain, and other emotions triggered by such overwhelming dread are incredibly intense.

——Things not forgotten will inevitably echo.

It's like they say, under certain environmental conditions, the atmosphere can replay images and sounds recorded in the magnetic field of history, more or less. The principle behind the formation of residual thoughts is somewhat similar, requiring the introduction of concepts like "yin energy" and "soul" besides just "magnetic field" to explain it.

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