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With ferocious faces and claws like hooks, the ghosts wailed horribly and rushed towards Feng Bujue.
Even if the people in this corridor were not ghosts, but ordinary residents of dozens of monster kingdoms, Feng Bujue might not be able to resist. What's more... There is a black mist chasing behind him, once he is blocked, he will soon be swallowed by the dean's evil spirit.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Brother Jue couldn't help saying badly in his heart: "Cut... are you going to hang here..." The next second, he read to himself again, "Well... there must be a way... If I didn't If you guess wrong, Lester was actually an excellent football running back in high school, and you can pass through this kind of small scene at high speed with just a few maneuvers... and he also has the ability to unlock the genetic lock in a crisis Potential, like the current situation, is a good time to explode the seed!"
When he was yelling, the group of ghosts was close at hand...
"Hmm..." Brother Jue swallowed his saliva, "Sure enough, there is no such possibility!"
Yes, expecting Lester to figure things out on his own is hopeless, but…
"Goblin Whirlwind Leg!"
"Night Demon Attack!"
Suddenly, two strange figures suddenly flashed out from the wall. One of them had a high-pitched voice, the other a deep voice. The two each used their unique monster moves to knock down the ghost in front of Feng Bujue. .
"Run, man," cried the Count, "we're in the way!"
"I'll still sue you! You scoundrel!" Victor yelled.
The entry of these two uninvited guests instantly cleared a path for Brother Jue.
"Thank you!" Feng Bujue responded. Already passed by those two.
The black mist followed closely, roaring, and the dean's voice sounded in the mist: "Don't get in the way!"
But... the two figures, one tall and one short, in the corridor did not move a single step away.
Victor sneered: "Fake nobleman, where did you copy the name of that move?"
The count also laughed and said, "Unscrupulous profiteers. Can you call it Whirlwind Kick?"
Until the moment when they were engulfed by the black mist, they were still fighting with each other and refusing to give in to each other...
...
On the other side, Brother Jue has successfully passed the one-way passage. He took advantage of the changing gravity and jumped to the first floor.
"Ah!" As soon as he landed, he let out a scream.
It wasn't that Brother Jue sprained his ankle accidentally, but something bit his ankle suddenly.
Feng Bujue looked down, but saw a ghost baby with a bluish body and full of fangs wrapped around his calf.
"Hmph..." Brother Jue looked cold when he saw this, "It seems that you are dissatisfied with the food!" He was merciless. He shot furiously and kicked the monster flying out.
However, as soon as he got rid of one, he turned around and found... there was a whole corridor of such monsters behind him.
"Zha..." At the same time, dozens of ghost babies uttered strange screams at Fengbujue, which sounded like screams and roars, making people feel terrified.
"Hahahaha... You can't run away!" The black mist that the dean transformed also caught up again at this time. "I've said it before... As your consciousness changes, everything here will change. There are countless earthbound spirits in this land. They won't let you escape back to the world of the living!" Fog had already poured down from the passage, pouring over Feng Bujue's head.
Between those flashes of light and flint...
But seeing... a white smoke ring, like a solid cannonball, blasted from the air, breaking up the falling black mist.
"Fu—" There was an ecstasy exhaling smoke suddenly.
A black baby boy with horns on his head appeared at the other end of the corridor. He cursed in a rhythmic tone and with a distinct accent: "you Madrfaker (transliterated here for the sake of civilization)!" He raised his short right hand and pointed towards the ceiling. "Kill him!"
Following Martin's order, the ghost babies in the entire corridor all changed their targets, swam up like cockroaches, and flocked to the passage above.
Feng Bujue saw that the road ahead was vacant, and before he could think about it, he ran away.
And the black mist that had been dispersed had re-formed within a few seconds. And it poured out from above continuously: "Old smoker! You are like a mantis arm!"
Hearing this, Martin snorted coldly, like a hip-hop rap, and swearing at the dean with English slang and swear words, as bad as it sounds, even Brother Jue learned a lot of new vocabulary from it.
"Man, thank you for the cigarette." When Feng Bujue passed by Martin, the other party said so.
"You're welcome." Feng Bujue replied and continued on.
At this moment, Brother Jue finally understands: the side missions in this script have another meaning... that is, the number of completed missions determines the difficulty of the final escape plot. If he had only completed the two most basic customs clearance branches before, there must not be so many npcs who came to help him now.
"In this case...Mr. Harper should come out to help somewhere..." Feng Bujue ran towards the lobby, thinking in his heart, "The story of Frank and the little girl is not a task, so these two And the white wolf cook in the kitchen...has been slaughtered, and I have no communication with him. Well... From this point of view, if it wasn't for Oyinke's intrusion, I might have more helpers right now... "
At this moment, he is still thinking about the various previous situations, and analyzing all the possibilities that have been missed and that are about to happen... This is definitely a manifestation of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Of course, it's also possible... He was just obsessed with not using the [meal card] and [little black rabbit toffee] he finally obtained.
"Hi, young man." Sure enough, Mr. Harper's figure appeared near the hospital lobby.
The old man stood in the middle of the corridor in his hospital gown. His body surface is still covered with shocking pinholes, but there is no infusion tube inserted at this moment.
"You seem to be in trouble." Harper asked Brother Jue after greeting him.
When Feng Bujue heard it, he was surprised, "No way? You're chasing after me so quickly?" He turned his head and took a look. Indeed, the black mist has come again...
"Yes... it's a big trouble." Brother Jue replied, while speeding up his feet.
During the previous part of the journey, his running speed had slowed down, one reason was that he was too physically exhausted. The second is because of the injury on the ankle... The wound from the ghost baby's bite was much more serious than he had imagined.
"That's the dean..." Mr. Harper's pierced eyeballs stared straight at the incoming black mist, "I see... leave it to me, young man."
"Ah... thank you." Feng Bujue just turned around and said something when he ran past the old man.
"Harper! You old bastard..." The dean's roar came from the black mist again, "Get out of here!"
How could Mr. Harper pay any attention to him? The old man stood in the middle of the corridor and stretched his arms. "I told you a long time ago... you bastard..." At this point, the needle holes on his body began to leak black liquid, "I hate Dr. Pepper the most!"
Boom! There was a loud noise, as if a soda can the size of a water tank was opened after being shaken. Feng Bujue, who had already run a certain distance, thought that Harper had blew himself up, so he couldn't help but look back.
I saw... A large amount of black liquid was gushing out from the pinholes on Mr. Harper's body, meeting the dean's black mist.
for a while. Two streams of black matter collided in the corridor; one was like a cloud, the other was like a big wave... Harper and the dean had a hard fight.
And at this time, Feng Bujue finally came to the last corner in front of the lobby.
"Almost... almost reaching the limit..." Brother Jue understood in his heart. Leicester is about to die, because the "socks" in his pocket can no longer restrain the erosion of the cold.
In addition, the pain from the wound on the foot, the soreness of the whole body after running wildly, and the huge pressure on the heart and lungs also hinted that... the condition of the "player" has also reached the point of exhaustion.
"Ha... ha..." Brother Jue's speed at this moment was almost the same as "walking fast". He leaned on the wall and staggered around the last corner.
The hospital lobby was right in front of him, and the gate was twenty meters away. He could even see... a faint ray of sunlight. It came in through the door.
However, the hospital lobby of more than two hundred square meters in front of me... was already full of ghosts.
In the eyes of "Lester", they are the same as living people, and they all have entities. Simply put... the road ahead is tight.
"Heh... Hahaha..." Feng Bujue laughed when he saw this scene. He took a breath and shouted loudly to the front, "Everyone... how about making a way out?" he said as he spoke. Move forward. But those ghosts just stood there and looked at him, with no intention of getting out of the way.
"I warn you..." Brother Jue refused to admit defeat, obviously he had no other choice, but he still said confidently, "My anger has been full for a long time, don't force me to rush out with Wushuang." He said It seems to be the same, but unfortunately... it doesn't work.
"Let him go." Suddenly, a little girl's voice came from behind Brother Jue.
Feng Bujue was startled when he heard the sound, and quickly turned his face away. Then, he saw a bright red ghost.
The person who came was undoubtedly the little girl from Ward 125. At this time, she really combed herself a double ponytail hairstyle, and her terrifying eight-eyed strange face was also exposed. However, in such an environment where there are so many ghosts and no one looks like a person, what kind of appearance is considered "horrible" is really open to debate...
The little girl glanced at Feng Bujue, then said to the large group of ghosts, "He... can save us all."
In just two sentences, the tone was calm, but it seemed to have magical power, driving those earth-bound spirits to act. In less than two seconds, the ghosts retreated neatly to both sides. Among the ghost group, a path leading to the gate was left.
"Why did you come to help me?" Feng Bujue turned his head and asked, "You are also the earth-bound spirit here, even if you are not controlled by the instinct of the spirit, there is no reason..."
"No, I'm not." The little girl interrupted Brother Jue, "I'm not a living being, never have been." She continued, "This is a 'soul gathering place', and I am the guardian spirit here. Until one day, a god higher than me came here and maliciously left a curse." She paused, "Actually... it is not this land that is cursed, but the people trapped here...' I'." She held up a hand, pointing in the direction of the door. "Let's go, alien traveler, Leicester, no matter who you are... Your departure is the end. After completing this redemption, I and all the souls here will be free."
"Hugh-think!" With a roar, black mist rose, "I want you to be buried with me!"
When Feng Bujue saw the undercurrent coming, he turned his head and ran away.
He limped and stumbled toward the gate. And the black mist in the rear chased up like a shadow, even the little girl and the ghosts in the lobby were powerless to resist, and they were all swallowed up.
"You can't run away! All the power here has been absorbed by me, no one can stop me!" The dean's voice almost reached Feng Bujue's ears. "You can't escape my palm... Lester, never!"
At this moment, every inch of space in the entire hospital has been filled with the thick black fog transformed by the dean's evil spirit, only the inch of space near the gate has not been swallowed by him.
And the only exit is close at hand!
"It's still a little... not..." Feng Bujue simply crawled and crawled to the door.
But... just two meters in front of the door. The injured leg he was dragging was seized by the black mist.
"Hahahaha...hahaha..." the dean laughed wildly. In the surging black mist, a fat face covered with copper plates and smelling like copper protruded, "The game is over..."
He was right, when his legs were wrapped in black mist, Feng Bujue's whole body could not move. An unprecedented physical sensation struck... If "death" is a feeling, then Feng Bujue is experiencing death right here and now.
His body was dyed gray, and his whole body was shrouded in death. He has all five senses. But if there seems to be nothing.
This is the feeling of a ghost... Everything in life seems to be an illusion; but the "death" at this moment is the reality. If you don't accept this truth, they will disappear. And because they are afraid of forgetting that "illusion", they yearn to devour life.
"Did you feel it? Hehe... this is death!" The dean's face moved closer, "This...is your destination, and the destination of all living beings. But...even if you go to the underworld, you scum will be trampled by me Underfoot!"
"Death...is just a part of chaos." Feng Bujue continued weakly, "Everything starts from chaos and returns to chaos. What is life and what is death... It is meaningless at all. Only by knowing life and death can one know life and death, and if one does not know, there is no life and no death; What is real, what is illusory, boundless, everything is just a thought." He muttered in his mouth, but his body moved again, slowly crawling towards the door...
"What's going on?" The dean showed horror, "This is impossible!" He controlled the black mist and continued to pounce on Feng Bujue who was on the ground, but the faint rays of sunlight at the door were like an indestructible barrier, It blocks the "line" of light.
"I have to thank you..." Feng Bujue said while crawling, "There is a part of the knowledge that No. 0 taught me... I couldn't understand it at all. At this moment, thanks to the feeling of 'death', I seem to want to It worked out a little bit."
As soon as the words landed, Brother Jue took advantage of the situation and turned over, rolling to the outside of the gate.
"No!" A roar came from the black mist, as if it could shake people's souls away.
But this roar was quickly replaced by another voice.
"Oh my God! Look, is that a dress?"
"Hey! Come here! I think we've got something!"
"Drag him out!"
"Be careful! He's frozen, don't tear his limbs off."
Some conversations came to Feng Bujue's ears, and his body temperature dropped to freezing point in an instant; the dazzling glare flashed twice in front of his eyes suddenly, making him realize... that his eyes were actually closed at this moment . Then, he gradually lost consciousness...
...
When Feng Bujue came back to his senses, a voice prompt rang directly in his ear: [The current task has been completed, the main task has been completed] [It will be automatically transmitted after watching the ending]
At this time, his control over his body also disappeared, and he became a state of watching CG from the perspective of God.
In the screen, first, the covers of many newspapers and magazines flashed...
[The security guard on the night shift who survived miraculously] [Escaped after being buried for nearly 30 hours] [The miracle of the rescue team's perseverance]
Similar headlines flashed in succession, followed by several TV news clips, various monster hosts broadcasting in front of the camera with a microphone:
"The accident at the public hospital in Cedar County has led to a shocking corruption case, and local officials have been sacked. The spokesperson of the kingdom said that it will thoroughly investigate the case and hopes that current officials across the country will learn from it."
"The special plan for building inspection standards for public institutions has been launched and is expected to be implemented within this year."
"Is the curse rumor true or false? Is it the evil of the hospital director? Or a loophole in the system?"
"Today, the sole survivor of the accident at the Cedar County Public Hospital was discharged. During the hospitalization, this gentleman refused all media interviews..."
After a series of endless editing shots flashed by, the scene in front of Feng Bujue finally became still.
Spring is in full bloom, and the ice and snow are melting.
On a green hill, a figure walked slowly.
It was Lester, in civilian clothes, walking towards a stone monument above the hill.
In front of the stele, there is a marble square brick, like a knife and an axe, with a slanted face outside, and a line of words is engraved on it: commemorating the 125 people who died in the accident at the Cedar County Public Hospital.
Lester stood silently in front of the monument. He closed his eyes, as if he was recalling something, but he couldn't recall some things...
After standing for a long time, he opened his eyes and presented the bouquet in his hand.
In the end, he was relieved.
He breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and strode away. His eyes are no longer frivolous, among them... there is more gratitude for life. RY
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