Travel through the worlds and spread the flames across the worlds

"Guwaa!!!" Three deformed patients with bare hands rushed towards Lin Hun aggressively.

Lin Hun had seen countless big scenes and was not panicked at all. With a quick glance, he found no less than ten flaws in the three people's randomly waving fists.

Choosing the best time, Lin Hun lowered his head and passed through the gap between the three people. Without looking back, he slashed with a knife. With a flash of the knife, two brown-red "persimmons" fell from his neck:

"Luckily you don't have any weapons in your hands, otherwise I would really have to doubt your identities. You are so violent that it seems as if I turned you into this."

Lin Hun deliberately left a patient behind. Who could know a place better than the locals?

The last patient did not understand the difference in strength between the two sides at all, nor did he care about his two companions on the ground. He twisted his body and continued to rush towards Lin Hun with his turtle fist. He had no method in his gathering of power, relying entirely on brute force, but the whistling sound between his fists still showed that he should not be underestimated.

Lin Hun turned his wrist and the sword reversed. As the patient approached him, the sword twisted and hit the back of the last patient's head, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground at a faster speed.

Lin Hun immediately bent down and pressed one knee on the patient's vest, holding him firmly on the floor. His other free hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled lightly. A sound of flesh tearing was heard.

Lin Hun looked at the struggling patient under him with some embarrassment, holding a skinny arm awkwardly in his hand:

"No? How come you are as fragile as paper? Even though you are so fragile, you are still so strong. I thought you were so strong."

Lin Hun, as a conscientious person, originally only wanted to remove the patient's two arms to prevent him from continuing to struggle, but he did not expect to suffer a miserable defeat in the first attempt. Now he does not need to remove them and just loses his arms directly.

The patient under his knee twisted his body left and right in pain and tried his best but was still held down by Lin Hun.

He bent his legs backwards and couldn't kick Lin Hun above him, nor could he break free with his body. The patient could only use what could be called a head to bang the ground "bang bang bang" in an attempt to relieve the pain a little.

“Don’t be nervous,” Lin Hun released a flame to burn off the patient’s broken arm, and reached for his other arm, “I promise to be careful, careful, and careful again this time, and only use 30% of my strength at most.

As soon as Lin Hun's fingertips touched the other arm, the patient below couldn't bear it anymore and straightened his waist with all his strength, trying to push Lin Hun off his back like a bull.

In response to the patient's struggle, Lin Hun simply lowered his center to the patient's knees on the vest, completely suppressing all his resistance and struggle.

Only the continuous "cracking" sound of bones proved that the patient never gave up struggling.

"Little by little, slowly," Lin Hun gently moved the patient's shoulder. This time he was much more careful and did not use force directly at the beginning but increased it little by little.

"Crack!"

The patient on the bed suddenly opened his clenched fingers, and then quickly closed them due to unbearable pain. However, this sound made Lin Hun, who had been concentrating, breathe a sigh of relief.

"Huh~ It's finally done," Lin Hun wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. Feeling the patient struggling even more frantically under him, Lin Hun lowered his center of gravity and applied strength to his knees, squeezing the part of the patient that was originally the lungs. As long as the patient still needs to breathe, the strength of his struggle will be greatly reduced.

But unfortunately, these patients have long been out of the category of human beings. No matter how hard Lin Hun tried to suppress them, his strength did not decrease at all. Lin Hun could only suppress them and wait for his strength to weaken little by little.

But in the end, due to his frail body, the patient collapsed to the ground powerlessly after struggling for a few times, and the movement of his head also slowed down a lot.

"I'm finally out of strength, but it's really impressive that you can struggle for this long with a body like yours."

The patients’ struggle was just a minor episode in Lin Hun’s view; the important thing now was to understand their changes.

"Boom!" Lin Hun put down the sword in his hand. Now the temperature of the sword has obviously decreased, so there is no need to worry about affecting the dream.

Lin Hun is ready to seize the opportunity to explore what strange changes have occurred in the patients of this dream hospital.

Unexpectedly, at this moment two dark shadows suddenly pounced on him from both sides of Lin Hun.

"What is that?" Lin Hun was a little surprised. Facing the unknown thing, he did not chop rashly. Instead, he grabbed the long sword he had just put down, turned his hand, and swung the sword. Two black shadows stuck to the sword like badminton. Then Lin Hun grabbed the sword with his arm and slowly moved backwards, easily removing the power of the two black shadows.

Now Lin Hun took another look and found that the two black shadows were actually the same heads as the patient on the ground.

"Wait! Head!" Lin Hun suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly turned his head to look behind him.

The headless bodies of the two patients lay there motionless, and the charred cross-sections of their necks revealed Lin Hun's methods.

However, the biggest problem was the head. Lin Hun looked around and found that the two heads that had fallen were now missing!

"It can't be you two?" Lin Hun's eyes turned and looked straight at the sword.

No matter where these two "persimmons" came from, as long as they are flesh and blood, they will be burned by the high temperature.

Sure enough, just as Lin Hun thought of it, the two persimmons on the sword body began to roll in pain.

Every time it rolled over, there would be a "sizzling" sound, like two pieces of greasy barbecued meat rolling around on the grill. However, these two pieces of meat were obviously very tender, and any place that had come into contact with the sword had turned into a charred black color.

Even though they knew subjectively that they should not continue rolling, the burning pain kept forcing them to roll over to cool down.

Even though the blade of the greatsword had gradually cooled down and turned back to black, the temperature inside was still scorching hot.

The two heads kept rolling and rolling, and no matter whether they moved up or down, left or right, the burning sword was always under their heads.

No matter what, they could not leave the sword until the entire surface became charred, and bright red blood overflowed from the charred cracks. Finally, the two heads slowly lost the strength to roll over and collapsed weakly on the sword.

"Who the hell are you?" Lin Hun held the sword horizontally in front of his eyes and watched the whole process of the struggle between the two heads with curiosity.

Originally, the speed of their rolling and struggling should have left the sword long ago, but Lin Hun didn't want to, so he kept adjusting the center of gravity of the sword, sometimes tilting, sometimes flat. The two heads became the objects of his observation. After rolling so many times, they were actually just spinning in the same place.

Lin Hun was brave. He poked the two bags on the sword with his fingers. The skin was so flexible that it showed an amazing curve from his fingertips to the inside.

"Gurgle--" A strange sound of water came from inside the two heads, but they just squirmed weakly for a while, and then collapsed again. The two heads now felt dizzy and stuffy, and they were too lazy to pay attention to Lin Hun at all.