Thriller！Me? The Death Knight

In the horror world, there was no distinction between day and night.

But as time passed, the temperature in the air grew colder, the chill becoming more biting and unbearable.

In the bizarre, twisted clouds of the sky, a scattering of grayish stars began to appear—like eyes on the distorted and terrifying faces that adorned the heavens.

It made people hesitate to even look up at the sky of this terrifying world.

Passing through the long corridor of the Fifth Ward, a building overtaken by ivy-like plants came into view—it was the surgical department of the Third Hospital.

The scent of disinfectant hung thick in the air, pungent and overwhelming.

Occasionally, eerie, faint sounds drifted in through the wind, reaching the ears of the ghosts within the operating rooms.

In the basement of the surgical area, in the VIP operating room,

A massive figure lay on the operating table.

Its body was bloated, weighing over a thousand pounds, covered in rough, stitched wounds. The parts of its body seemed cobbled together—like a grotesque mass of slime, barely holding a humanoid form.

It was none other than the Third Hospital's major client—Ralph, the Patchwork Monster.

At that moment, Ralph lay flat on a massive operating table, his mismatched eyes—one large, one small—glaring with intense desire at the long box held by He Yi.

The arm of the Blood-Slaughter Ghost.

To most of the ghosts, such an arm was only useful for the opportunity to touch a fragment of the Blood-Slaughter Ghost's realm.

But for a being like Ralph, the meaning was entirely different!

The defining trait of a Patchwork Monster like Ralph was his ability to control and unleash the power of any organ he could integrate into his body.

Already at the peak of the Red Garment Ghost level, once Ralph absorbed the Blood-Slaughter Ghost's arm, his strength would transcend to the threshold of the Blood-Slaughter Ghost—an achievement few could ever attain.

Though it was only the threshold, this was a stage where countless monsters had failed, spending their entire lives without ever crossing it.

"Lord Ralph, are you ready to become a pseudo-Blood-Slaughter Ghost level powerhouse?"

Before the operation, He Yi, clad in a white coat with his mask and hat, spoke with a certain formal reverence, making the moment feel ritualistic.

"I'm ready! My great father, my creator, is also eagerly awaiting this! Ralph will not disappoint him. Begin!"

Ralph's voice was high-pitched, laced with anticipation and an unspoken, almost ingratiating tone.

This tone, however, was not directed at He Yi—it was for the creator he reverently spoke of, the one who had given birth to this monstrous being.

With that, He Yi moved swiftly.

Swish!

The sharp scalpel easily cut through Ralph's skin, making an incision large enough to transplant the arm.

Yes... the surgery on ghosts was that simple and brutal.

For Ralph, the process was even more straightforward. A quick incision, followed by sewing the foreign organ into place.

Perhaps some special ghostly medicine was used to aid the fusion, but that was the extent of it.

He Yi carefully applied expensive ointment to Ralph's wound before turning to grab the long box containing the arm of the Blood-Slaughter Ghost.

His eyes were ablaze with excitement—this kind of surgery was rare even for a doctor of his caliber. He couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration.

Click!

The box opened.

For a moment, He Yi froze. His excitement quickly morphed into confusion, then fear, and finally, rage.

"No! Where is the damn arm?! Where is it?!"

He instinctively shouted, then immediately turned to Ralph, his eyes wide with terror.

"No! Lord Ralph, please let me explain! There was an arm in the box!"

"It was him! The human doctor tricked me! He and the Rose Count deceived me!"

"I'll go find him right now and demand the arm of the Blood-Slaughter Ghost!"

His voice trembled with fear, and every inch of his ghostly body shuddered as if he were about to collapse.

He wanted to flee, but he knew he couldn't escape.

The difference in their power levels was enough to be fatal.

Ralph said nothing. His eyes, mismatched and unsettling, didn't even glance at He Yi. Instead, they coldly fixated on the empty box, which only contained a single shard of bone, emitting the stench of decay.

After a long silence, Ralph's face—more a twisted mask than a humanoid form—showed no change in expression.

His large and small eyes finally shifted to He Yi.

"You fool. You've been played."

"Being tricked isn't what matters. What matters is... you've played me as well!"

Ralph's high-pitched voice suddenly twisted, becoming a mixture of shrill rage and guttural tones, sounding like a cacophony of voices, both male and female, blended in a nightmarish harmony.

"No! Please give me a chance! I will..."

He Yi's desperate pleas were abruptly cut short as he struggled, hoping for a moment of mercy.

But it was clear: Ralph wasn't planning to show him any mercy.

A wound along Ralph's massive abdomen, previously sealed with black stitching, suddenly tore open.

Inside, a black void spread, revealing numerous decaying, foul-smelling arms that writhed and flailed in the darkness.

These arms quickly fused together, forming a monstrous hand, its fingers wriggling like grotesque worms, reaching out to grab He Yi.

The faint glow from He Yi's copper coin was useless—he was only a peak-level ghost, no match for the might of the apex Red Garment. He was powerless to resist!

"Ahhh!!"

His scream, filled with hate, despair, and unwillingness, slowly faded, until it was completely swallowed by the darkness.

Ralph's abdomen was once again stitched up, and the enormous figure slowly rose from the operating table.

His massive form reeked of rot and death.

In his eyes, the light of cunning intelligence flickered. "He Yi was just a pawn—used and discarded, his value drained. Now, he's nothing more than waste for me to deal with."

"That human doctor... how interesting. He healed the Rose Count, then tricked He Yi—such a fun little human. I haven't met someone so intriguing in a long time!"

Ralph muttered to himself as his hulking form moved through the dark hallway.

But then, suddenly, his footsteps halted.

"Who?"

His sharp voice echoed in the eerie, silent hallway, now laced with suspicion.

A figure dressed in a white nurse's coat, stained with dark red spots, slowly appeared. It was none other than Lina.

"A Red Garment hidden in the Third Hospital?" Ralph's voice spiked in disbelief.

"Lord Ralph, Doctor Yin wants to discuss the transaction of the Blood-Slaughter Ghost's arm with you," Lina stated directly.

The intense hunger in Ralph's eyes flared up once more. "Good!"