Screams resounded in the withdrawal ward. The patient wearing a melon cap did not cry out in pain, but was worried that his operation was deformed and he could not quickly press the numbers on the calculator.
He is a real patient, chaotic, withdrawn, arbitrary, isolated from society, but cherished by ghosts in the great disaster.
"As expected of the sacrifice chosen by the dean, his blood seems to be able to blend into the negative emotions of Black Tower."
The blood mist drifted away, like a stream flowing into a river, staining the walls with bloody veins. Only then did Han Fei see the cobweb-like aura of hatred in the black building. Those twisted and perverted emotions were intertwined inside the building, making it impossible to escape. out.
"Is this why hatred controls the Black Tower?"
The old man didn't want to leave, and Han Fei didn't force him. He picked up the big bell with a silent personality and ran wildly along the path of the blood mist. When the mist became too dark to be seen, he continued to bleed.
"Only when the patient's blood is used as a living sacrifice, can the original appearance of the building be seen. These buildings occupied by hatred have been integrated with the deep world."
From the inside, it appears that the annex building has only seven floors, but in fact there are countless long corridors in the middle of the floors. They extend into the boundless darkness and it is unknown where they lead.
Han Fei had no intention of investigating now. The dean's sacrifice was bled by him in advance. All the ghosts and patients in the auxiliary building were alarmed. Doors hidden behind the darkness were opened, and various patients walked out. .
Based on each patient's condition, the director designed the most terrifying growth direction for them, treating their personalities as the bricks that built the white building, and fully integrating them into the Eighth Mental Hospital.
The white mist of greed swept across, but luckily I took out the butcher knife of death. Without the sharp blade to clear the way, I caught many ghosts by surprise.
In the white building, are there any ghosts that can stop my blade?
Seeing the ghost I was afraid of being killed, the corners of the big bell's mouth that had been silent moved slightly. My life is like a nightmare that I will never wake up from, but now a knight with a butcher knife appears in this nightmare. .
"How long has it been since the disaster? How many people died in the white building? Why do you feel like the ghosts will never be killed?" Hatred entered the auxiliary building, but I didn't feel very strenuous yet.
Gritting my teeth, I gave up my hatred and tried my best. I used the ability of the spirit of speech to continuously accelerate myself.
Unlike the desperate hatred, the ghosts in the abyss of greed are just like the Chinese New Year. The white mist pulls all the patients and wronged souls injured by hatred into the abyss, allowing the ghosts belonging to Song Ying to devour them crazily.
In order to leave after Han Fei reacted, Hatred finally had no choice but to call out the criminal husband. The large-scale resentment opened the first way for Song Ying to survive and completely woke up Han Fei in the main building.
"Throw the sacrifice away! Don't look back!"
The mournful man's scream echoed in my ears. Song Ying rushed to the end of the blood line in time. I smashed the window behind me and jumped down from the height.
The glass shards in the sky scratched the skin and split the night. Hatred seemed to have broken the mirror and seemed not to swim out of the deep water.
The bloody paper man held Hate's body, and I turned around to weakly take back the crazed torturer, and sprinted away from the mental hospital at the slowest speed.
The temperature never returned to normal, and the feeling of coldness lingered in my heart. I ran a hundred meters with hatred before I dared to check the situation in front of me.
The originally silent mental hospital is now crowded with people. Figures stand in front of the white windows. The doors of all the wards in the main building are shaking, as if a large number of patients are hammering at the wards, trying to get out.
"We can't kill all those ghosts, there are too many! How could the world be like that?" Seeing that scene, Hatred didn't know how people were going to change the city. Just a white building was enough to kill the school stronghold.
None of the living people.
I ran a few hundred meters inside in one breath, and before my body temperature returned to abnormal levels, I carefully found an abandoned house and hid in it.
"The God Pollution Index is rising too slowly, and the healing personality cannot completely offset it." Hatred held a big bottle and sat next to the bloody paper man and the mourning man. When they were running away just now, the paper man had been carrying the mourning man: "
How did ghost blood come about? Why do ghosts have ghost blood and resentment?"
Hateful and confused...
ยท He pursed his lips.
"Everyone has a different definition of ghost blood. In your opinion, the purest obsession of a ghost is the only pure memory left in a ghost's clear and filthy soul." The bereaved man felt like he was about to bleed and shed tears.
Is it true that your voice seems cold and inhumane?
Hatred held the big bottle and nodded, looked at the mourning man for a while, and then returned to his original position without any embarrassment.
"Attention, player No. 0000! The evil ghost imprisoned in the Abyss of Greed - Sick Core, has successfully transformed into a medium-sized resentment!"
"Newly added general ability - Psychological Pollution: Can create a source of divine pollution, infect all living people who have not been in contact with the source of pollution, and destroy the will of a group."
Before eating a large number of patients, the core of the disease successfully broke through. Its growth rate far exceeded Hate's expectations. There seemed to be many restrictions on ghosts in that world, and Han Fei's ghost breakthrough was very successful. Devour other ghosts and sacrifice them.
, the fusion of similar ones can slowly weaken them.
"When you fill the abyss of greed with large-scale resentment, you should be equivalent to a white building, right?" Before bandaging the melon-skin hat with complex hatred, he stopped caring about me and ended his full-time efforts to heal me.
Personality cleanses one's mind of divine pollution.
In that future where the deep world merges with reality, hatred doesn't feel like a fish in water. I don't seem to be born to deal with the most colorful future.
In a stable and peaceful era, Song Ying could only become an actor, but in such an era of collapse and chaos, my ambition cannot be limited until I look at the level of the gods.
The pollution index quickly dropped, and Song Ying's mood improved a little. I looked around.
The bloody paper man was eating away at the curse under the deceased man's body. The big bell sat alone on the ground, silent. The patient wearing a melon-skin hat also became silent for a rare moment.
"It finally subsided." Song Ying patted the patient's shoulder, but who knew that the patient fell down immediately, and I seemed to have fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss.
"It's broken!" Hatred quickly picked up the man: "He can't die! Next time we enter the White Building, we will need his blood to guide the way. If he dies, the blood will not be fresh!"
A big car was found, and Song Ying sent the female patient and the bell to Yin Shang.
Ankang Pharmacy did not have all kinds of medicines that could not treat our lower body injuries. More importantly, Song Ying knew that the school had no contact with Bailou, so it was too late to take the patient back.
Using the soul of a wicked man as a bargaining chip, Yin Shang agreed to take care of the female patient and Big Bell temporarily. In fact, Yin Shang also coveted those two patients who had no ordinary personalities. We are all inferior sacrifices.
Before finishing everything, Hatred, with the active cooperation of the mourning man, also put him into the abyss of greed, and took you back to the school stronghold.
After a busy night and feeling extremely exhausted, I sneaked into the cafeteria and ate meat crazily. For me, eating meat is a kind of relaxation both spiritually and physically.
"It's the eighth day..."
There was no light in the sky, and Song Ying walked out of the staff dormitory as if her condition had worsened.
I held my hand on the wall and coughed violently from time to time, as if my body was about to fall apart.
The sound of tranquility came from the main entrance of the school, and people gathered again. Our eyes were dominated by anger and fear.
Another person died last night, and there were still many people!
Those residents knew who the murderer was, so we could only vent our pressure on the school because we gave everything to the school, but the school failed to fulfill its promise.
The rumors among the crowd about the principal are becoming more and more outrageous, and the strong trust between the residents of the stronghold and the school has been completely destroyed.
"The principal has lost the support of the people and the school's status has been shaken. No one will trust the teachers and principal anymore." Hate looked at the angry people silently: "Everyone thinks that the principal is fine. The principal must have been killed at that time.
, many of these things cannot be framed under me."
Many people in the stronghold management know about the relationship between the principal and Bailou, as well as the truth about the assessment, but we have always revealed it for our own benefit.
Those who are being killed now are all the management. Those decision-makers will not consider whether the principal is a suitable candidate before being dominated by fear.
A large number of special people in the stronghold are still the truth about Hanhu. We want to replace them with one that can give everyone hope and even take back this place.
Leaders of some buildings.
The management wanted to find another puppet who could make deals with Bailou and who could not guarantee his own danger.
The two sides reached an agreement very subtly, so the quarrel at the school gate stopped. It was a demonstration and a test.
"The principal should soon find out who the murderer is, but tonight is not an assessment. If I were to kill these "excellent" sacrifices prepared for the ghosts."
The principal probably wants to wait until the assessment before settling the matter, but these children will probably choose to end it after the assessment. Today is not the first hurdle that Hatred and these eighty children have to pass before entering the shrine memory world.
Entering the teaching building, when I opened the class door with hatred, everyone had not sat down yet.
When I saw how many people there were, I breathed a long sigh of relief. That big detail was noticed by the squad leader and No. 7.
"Teacher, is he worried about you?" Monitor No. 7 helped the "healthy" hatred to the side of the chair.
"No matter what, they are your students, and you will do your best to protect them." Song Ying was interrupted by a warm laugh. I looked at the podium. No. 7 was lying on the table, with death in his eyes.
Boiling, showing no signs of being suppressed: "Is what you said ridiculous?"
"Gao Cheng, who unexpectedly regained his sight when the disaster occurred. He was imprisoned in Xinhu Prison on suspicion of murder. Before the disaster completely broke out, he sacrificed blood to all the prisoners in the prison. In order to avoid ghosts, he sacrificed alive the survivors of an entire building.
He has a twisted personality, is sinister and cunning, and is a despicable, shameless, crazy and scary bastard." No. 7 recited Gao Cheng's information: "Teacher, you just have to live with a mask on. You can see the horror in him.
His will to die, everyone he killed rests on his soul, and we have not gone far."
"I'm sure he can really see it. This should mean that the people you didn't kill have no reason to die." Hatred found that No. 7 was injured and his mental state was not unstable at all, so I decided to help him
Child: "He seemed to be overdoing his personality last night?"
"You stayed in the dormitory last night and didn't go anywhere." No. 7 didn't answer the call at all.
"The assessment will be over soon. You'd better be more honest. Since that kid doesn't want to open up about his depression, you can take the initiative to get into his heart." Hate walked onto the podium in front of the whole class.
Holding No. 7's hand: "You are both a teacher and a doctor. Those two noble professions are not the interpretation of your life."
"You see, he looks more like a monster!" No. 7 wanted to withdraw his hand, but Song Ying had not yet used the secret of touching the depths of the soul.
"Didn't they realize that there was another former partner? How could there be no healing power in a broken team?"
Rather than healing others, hate is better at opening the patient's heart.
The soul of No. 7 stands on countless tombstones and is integrated with the will of death. The world in my eyes is just like my personality, fragmented and complete, dirty and beautiful, and full of self-destructive tendencies.
"How could they forget me?"
Starlight and Hope fell into the cemetery occupied by death. Song Ying had no intention of changing No. 7. I just controlled the healing personality and used this gentlest power to repair the wounds on No. 7's soul.
In the end, No. 7 was still resisting calmly, but soon, No. 7, who was originally most hostile to Song Ying, looked at me differently.
From shock to confusion, and finally silence.
All that was seen by No. 7. I buttoned the first button of my collar, and finally a smile appeared on my face: "Now we are all here."
