This actor is full of tricks.

The layout of ward 11 was similar to that of ward 12, but the patients and doctors here seemed to be getting along well. The patient was lying obediently on the bed, while a doctor was feeding him medicine. The two of them seemed unaffected by the battle outside.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Lin Jue walked in and asked very politely.

"Enough with the nonsense!" Zhao Yin couldn't contain his temper. Having just killed someone in a ward, his killing intent had been activated, and he immediately decided to take action.

“I didn’t know about ‘courtesy first, then force’. That’s a tactic.” Lin Jue sighed and looked at number 12 beside him: “You agree, right?”

"Yes, yes, yes." Number 12 wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. These outsiders were really terrifying. The person outside was like a god of death.

Although the guy in front of us looks like an ordinary person, he seems to be the backbone of this group, and his strength is probably much greater.

In less than a minute, Zhao Yin dealt with the doctor in the ward, grabbing number 11 and throwing him in front of Lin Jue: "Here you go, I'm going to another ward."

The old doctor seemed to be getting into the fun, or rather, he was venting his frustration at being a virtual character.

“Go.” Lin Jue nodded, then helped the trembling Number 11 to his feet: “Don’t be afraid, you are free now.”

"Watch out!" Number 12 shouted suddenly, and at the same time pulled out the scalpel in his hand and stabbed at Number 11.

Cellphone number 11 was holding a syringe with a rusty needle stained with blood, and it was about to stab Lin Jue in the heart.

But Number 12's sudden attack caused the guy's attack to miss. His hand, which was holding the syringe, was pierced by the scalpel. He screamed in pain, and Lin Jue took the opportunity to kick him, knocking Number 11 to the ground.

"Freedom? What freedom? Only the dean can give me freedom."

Number 11's eyes were filled with madness and malice. This guy had been completely brainwashed by the hospital and firmly believed that the hospital's treatment was for his own good.

There is no longer any need to treat this type of patient.

"Tsk, I wonder if you'll still think this way after Qin Lang conducts all sorts of bizarre experiments on you." Lin Jue stepped on the patient's chest, picked up the syringe that had fallen to the ground, and plunged it into the latter's carotid artery: "Since you don't want freedom, then I'll give you a break, so you don't end up as a monster that's neither human nor ghost."

The patient's eyes widened, bloodshot veins filling his eyeballs. He glared fiercely at Lin Jue, his hands flailing wildly as if he were trying to fight back desperately.

Lin Jue was not one to be soft-hearted. He pulled out the syringe, inserted the rusty needle about the length of his index finger into the other person's heart, and at the same time pulled the piston, drawing out a whole tube of blood.

"Gulp..." Patient No. 11 looked pale. This method of killing was not too cruel, but it was definitely visually stimulating.

Lin Jue tossed the syringe aside expressionlessly, looked at the gradually cooling body of Number 11 on the ground, and sighed: "What a pity, you will never see true freedom."

The situation outside was getting more and more chaotic. Zhao Yin was like an intruder, rushing into one ward after another and taking out one patient after another. These patients were quite sensible and did not resist like No. 11. Although they did not know why the chaos was happening, they all wanted to leave.

A chaotic battle broke out at this moment. When the patients saw the doctors, their eyes turned red, and led by Zhao Yin, they charged towards the group of doctors.

The doctors were already struggling to hold on under Dong Jian's command, but with the addition of Zhao Yin and the patients, they could no longer hold on and were completely routed.

“It seems like you don’t need to do anything.” Lin Jue looked at number 12 to the side.

"The doctors in wards 1, 2, and 3 haven't come out yet. Why?" Number 12 looked into the depths of the corridor. Despite the noise outside, the doors to the three wards remained firmly shut, as if they couldn't hear the commotion at all.

Or rather, he didn't care. Lin Jue looked at the three wards deep inside and pondered: "Ward No. 1 is the one who fought against Qin Lang, and it was also the one who stirred up the riots later. But I feel that in this script world, Ward No. 1 is empty. The script world can't replicate Ward No. 1 at all."

"Just like Qin Lang has never appeared, it's not that he's not in the hospital at this point in time; it's very likely that this world simply can't replicate Qin Lang."

"Moreover, because of my arrival, the development of this world has changed. The spider that should have been on the ninth floor is now only in the intensive care unit..."

"This might be the butterfly effect, or perhaps the riots never actually happened in this world. Since Qin Lang wanted me to be trapped in this world, he naturally wouldn't let the hospital become ruins. However, he didn't expect that our consciousness as the God of the Underworld would insert itself into the post-riot world, allowing me to keep remembering what happened in reality."

"And now, I will be the one to start something that shouldn't have happened, this world..."

"It should disappear too."

Lin Jue looked up at the sky, his gaze seemingly piercing through the world and into the ruins of the hospital in reality. On those ruins, a figure in a white coat stood tall, looking at him from afar.

"The doctor said, 'Can you get us out of here?'"

Just as Lin Jue was still deep in thought, the battle was over. A group of patients stood on the blood-soaked corpses, looking at Lin Jue with different expressions.

Lin Jue snapped out of his thoughts and nodded: "I can push open the door on the ninth floor and take you away from here."

"But once you get out, you need to turn this hospital upside down, the more chaotic the better."

"but……"

Lin Jue paused for a moment: "You can't kill innocent people indiscriminately. If we let you out, it will definitely attract the hospital's attention. Then those guys who collude with the dean will definitely come to arrest you. What you have to do is kill them."

Dong Jian raised his eyelids slightly, then shook his head and wiped the blood off his hands.

While not indiscriminately killing innocent people doesn't align with the past trajectory of the present world, it's not far off. If the hospital descends into chaos, the world will collapse.

After receiving an affirmative answer, the group of patients looked at each other, still somewhat skeptical: "Is this all we need to do?"

"All you need to do is this." Lin Jue nodded: "Settle grudges and avenge wrongs."

"But how were you able to open that door? Only the hospital director can open that door. Could it be that you're actually in cahoots with him, setting us up?" one patient asked warily.

Upon hearing this, all the patients looked at Lin Jue with unfriendly expressions.

"You have quite the imagination. I killed so many doctors just to set a trap for a few scoundrels like you?" Dong Jian chuckled before Lin Jue could answer.

The patients' expressions changed slightly, but due to Dong Jian's terrifying strength, they dared not make a move and could only look at Lin Jue.

Lin Jue's smile faded. Given his personality, he would have just ignored being questioned like this, but he still needed these patients. So he patiently pointed to the deepest room, number 1: "Because I come from there."

Before the patients could react, he continued, "Think carefully, have you really met the hospital director?"

"Or perhaps, he only exists in your memories?" (End of Chapter)