In the beginning, they were as big as a palm or a fist, but as time passed, they grew smaller, until at last, they were as inconspicuous as a fingernail.

"Yikes—"

Tong Hua subconsciously pushed her chair back a little.

At this moment, Ji Jue was surrounded by large and small eerie spiders. The density was enough to make anyone with a fear of insects scream on the spot.

The spiders, which had inherited the agitation and ferocity of the residual spirit, were barely able to suppress their urge to attack and devour Ji Jue's soul. Yet, the moment they crawled onto his body, they seemed to catch fire and hastily retreated, wanting to maintain a distance. However, constrained by the bell, they couldn't escape.

"Record book."

Ji Jue reached out his hand, "Give me two sheets, ordinary ones are fine, but they should be more stable."

Without asking what he needed them for, Tong Hua took a deep breath, grabbed a notebook, and directly tore out two pages. Amid the flow of spiritual essence, a wisp of silver light appeared on the papers for an instant before swiftly disappearing. As soon as one held the papers, a compelling urge to write arose.

After Ji Jue took them, he decisively tore them into pieces.

With the crafting of Non-attack and the aid of Spirit First, each tiny fragment retained the essence of the record book. However, their quality had plummeted to the extreme, almost to the point of being disposable.

Then, Ji Jue lifted his hand and pointed upwards.

Immediately, the multitude of spiders rapidly crawled over the fragments, carrying bits of debris, climbing along the walls, prying open the ceiling plasterboard, and escaping through the opened spiritual seal into the darkness.

Only the rustling sound, like a light rain, slowly faded away.

Ventilation ducts, ceilings, central air conditioning, electrical conduits... the various sizes of spiders infiltrated every nook and cranny.

Ji Jue sighed with regret.

What a pity, he hadn't brought the Mercury Bottle, and without mercury as a medium, the preservation time for creations of Pure Spirit was extremely limited. He had to use a more brute-force approach.

It had to be done quickly.

Bound by his abilities, he couldn't micromanage every spider. He could only issue vague orders, dividing them into several directions to climb through the ducts. If discovered, they were to self-destruct, imprinting their paths on the paper scraps before the spiritual essence ran out and delivering them to a set location.

Half an hour later, Ji Jue shook the Soul Summoning Bell once more. This time, a slender centipede crawled out along the ceiling and quickly returned with the debris that had accumulated in the ceiling of the main hall.

However, the scraps it brought back accounted only for three-quarters of what was sent out.

Either they were discovered, captured, or some accident prevented them from reaching the designated location.

But it was enough.

With the remnants of the record book at hand and Tong Hua's interpretation, every ten minutes, a rough outline and arrangement of the hospital's outpatient main building began to appear on the paper in front of the two.

From the top seventh floor down to the morgue and equipment rooms in the basement, there were a few scattered areas that remained blank, warranting further attention or investigation.

However, none of the spiders sent to the inpatient building returned.

The scene outside the window showed the inpatient building, still echoing with wails and cries, striving hoarsely as if they would never cease.

"We're now on the fourth floor, gynecology and obstetrics, dermatology, and the healthcare department."

Ji Jue recalled the elevator buttons and the signage on the wall at the elevator entrance, attempting to fill in the departments he remembered. However, Tong Hua had a clearly better memory and observational skills; she quickly transcribed the floor guide she had glanced at once, marking it next to each level: internal medicine, emergency, surgery, first aid, otolaryngology...

The main structure of the entire hospital was gradually becoming clear.

The first floor had already turned into complete ruins. The second floor was occupied by some unknown entity, sealing the entire floor.

The third floor still retained some departments; the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh floors were relatively intact, listing the many departments and units.

Thus, the next urgent direction for investigation was clear.

The two exchanged a glance and instantly understood.

— The records room!

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