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Chapter 88 Jiangcheng Third People's Hospital 23
The gate was blocked, so they could only find side doors and other safe exits.

NPCs from other floors also kept gathering, and Song Qi couldn't tell where to go due to the corridors extending in all directions.

"Where are you going?" Fang Touming asked her out of breath, seeing the hatchet in Song Qi's hand, and gulped.

There were mottled bloodstains on the woodcutter, and it was obvious that he had seen blood.

"I don't know." Song Qi looked at the approaching NPCs.

In any case, they are all in human form, and it would be a bit sad psychologically if they were to be cut off.

Fang Touming saw that Song Qi's concerns were not only Song Qi's, but also other players with weapons in their hands.

Just blindly dodging or not directly killing them is killing people for them.

The chest-thumping ex-player got closer and closer to them, Song Qi took a deep breath, what should she do?
In fact, the best way is to kill all the way, Song Qi knew it in his heart.

"There's nothing to worry about." Feng Yin smiled and took out the hammer, and smashed it on the man's head with a clang.

Red and white colors bloom in front of Song Qi.

"vomit--"

Someone behind him kept vomiting, and Song Qi felt a little nauseous.

Feng Yin didn't care about the blood all over his body, and wiped his face with clean clothes.

"How simple." He smiled like a madman.

Fang Touming looked at him in panic, he wouldn't lose his composure like those people and vomit badly, but it wasn't much better.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" Fang Touming asked him in a hoarse voice.

Feng Yin shook off his recovery certificate, "Of course it's human."

He looked at the expressions of those people with pleasure.

The recovery certificate can confirm his identity as a player, but Fang Touming is still wary of him.

This Fengyin is really crazy, and he will shoot as soon as he says he will.

Song Qi regained his strength, and continued to walk past the broken head.

The other players who had vomited wiped their mouths and hurriedly followed.

The slow player looked back and saw 3043.

3043 tilted his head in doubt, as if wondering why they were running, and then slowly stretched out his hand.

"I'm a little mushroom, porf!"

Fleeing, they could not see the spores attached to them.

Delusional patients from all over the hospital came out, far more than they had seen in the activity center before.

Those who are weaker, they can go directly, but if they are the kind of big beasts that fantasize about themselves, it will be a bit difficult.

Except for the shot just now, Feng Yin has been looking at them with a smile all the time.

His golden finger made these NPCs unable to find him. Compared with others fleeing nervously, he seemed to be more leisurely and happy.

While everyone was running around, Zhang Ji, who had disappeared, took a special elevator to the basement floor.

There are many samples placed here, all soaked in liquid.

Standing among these samples was an old man with gray hair.

"Dean." Zhang Ji walked over respectfully.

"Scrap! It's all trash!" The dean looked angrily, and looked back at Zhang Ji, "It's such a mess, how do you manage it?"

Zhang Ji immediately pleaded guilty, "I caused the trouble due to improper management, but it's also a good time to check how the batch of finished products are doing."

The dean snorted and said nothing.

"These waste products and semi-finished products are really disgusting!" The dean looked at the pile of patients soaked in the jar, and frowned in disgust.

(End of this chapter)