Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Finally, they realized there was a third person present.

Lin Wanchu spoke first, breaking Cheng Cuo's inner complaints, without saying much nonsense.

Cheng Cuo knew that Lin Wanchu could only share the clues she had found and her guesses about the dungeon.

Jiang Qi did not eat with them. The doctors and nurses in the hospital had to wait until the patients finished eating before they had time to eat themselves.

Moreover, Jiang Qi is currently in the morgue.

Similarly, Jiang Qi and the other two doctors were granted passes to go to the back mountain.

As soon as Jiang Qi stepped into the morgue area, the biting cold silently invaded every cell of his body.

It was unlike any ordinary air conditioning; the cold seemed to originate from the space itself.

The walls were a somber gray or pale white, devoid of decoration, windows, or any sign of life.

Only the functional lighting fixtures emitted a faint glow, barely illuminating this space that felt like it was about to end.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, but it couldn't mask a more primal, more essential odor—the smell of death, cold and hollow.

Inside, neatly arranged stainless steel body cabinets stood calmly and silently, like sleeping metal behemoths.

Occasionally, the whispers of doctors and nurses and the sound of gurneys rolling around broke the deathly silence.

But these sounds quickly disappeared into the thick air, leaving only an even deeper silence.

Jiang Qi then slowly pushed the body of "himself," who had been tortured to death, into the long, coffin-shaped body cabinet.

Jiang Qi felt suffocated if he stayed in this confined space for even a second longer. After doing all that, he quickly left the morgue.

Little did they know that after Jiang Qi left, a white sheet covered the body of the corpse lying on the stretcher next to him.

Sometime later, the hand that had been carefully placed on her stomach slipped into the cold air, peeking out from under the white cloth.

The surface was covered in bloodstains, and there were still some red bloodstains and skin tissue under the fingernails.

Jiang Qi, who had already arrived at the hall, was replaying Zhang Yongzhi's words in his mind and pondering a series of questions.

The bodies are kept in the morgue overnight, and if there are no problems, they are transferred directly to the back mountain.

So, if problems arise, what other problems might occur with the corpse?

Could it be that it will rise from the dead?

It's perfectly normal for zombies to appear in dungeons filled with bizarre monsters.

What Jiang Qi cared about even more was that Zhang Yongzhi would personally lead the trip to the back mountain tomorrow, which was a rare opportunity.

Being able to get close to Zhang Yongzhi would be a crucial breakthrough.

I wonder how things are going with Lu Zhi. He still has to meet with Xiao Qing tonight.

With a heavy workload and tight deadlines, Jiang Qi looked at the gradually darkening sky and had a gut feeling that tonight would be a sleepless night.

As night fell, the doctors and nurses on their way back to the patients' wards all wore expressions of barely perceptible anxiety.

It seems that man-eating monsters will appear at night.

One second, two seconds, three seconds—the ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to strike the heart of everyone.

As if summoning a death knell, the entire hospital fell silent the moment the clock struck nine.

Every ward, including the hospital lobby, was tightly locked. Before long, a hazy white mist quickly rose outside.

Layer upon layer of wrapping, growing thicker and thicker.

Strange changes have begun to occur in certain places.

The human-faced growths on the banyan tree that were visible during the day became increasingly prominent as the white mist encroached upon them, as if they were breaking free of their shackles and trying to detach themselves completely from the tree trunk.

On his ferocious face, the twisted smile stood out prominently.

With a "thud," the human-faced tumor turned into a limp lump of liquid and splattered on the ground.

Then, the liquid began to curl up and clump together.

A dark, humanoid figure stood up from the pool of black liquid. He—could start eating again!

The human-faced tumor, attracted by the strong human scent in the hospital, slowly approached the tightly locked transparent glass door of the hospital lobby.

It smells so good!

Slap, slap, slap, several black handprints were left on the hall door.

During bedtime, Jiang Qi slowly turned and opened the office door.

The click was especially noticeable in the quiet corridor.

But no one dared to open the door and come out to find out where the sound was coming from.

The dim, yellowish corridor lights flickered intermittently, and a figure hurried along the long, white corridor.

Jiang Qi's light footsteps echoed in the empty space, each step seemingly adding to the ominous atmosphere.

He returned to his original ward, and as expected, the number on the door had changed to a scarlet 404.

Xiao Qing also began to act furtively. Although she had worked the night shift with her colleagues before and patrolled the corridor, she was still terrified.

But today is too quiet.

The hospital corridor at night is like a forgotten world, far removed from the hustle and bustle of the day.

The dim wall lamps barely cast a faint halo of light on the walls, but they seemed powerless to completely dispel the shadows in the corners.

An indescribable silence filled the air, a stillness that was unsettling, as if life itself had been temporarily paused.

Xiao Qing got goosebumps all over her body in this environment, but she still rushed to Jiang Qi's ward.

Jiang Qi was waiting for Xiao Qing to arrive in front of the ward. Seeing the figure running towards him in the distance, he quietly took a few steps forward.

Meanwhile, outside the dean's office on the tenth floor, which they couldn't see, a large number of densely packed ghostly figures lingered in front of the door, unwilling to leave.

Their figures appeared and disappeared, as if they were made of thick fog or thin air, their outlines indistinct.

His skin was so pale it was devoid of any color, presenting a somber gray tone that gave him a cold and lifeless feeling.

The monster's eyes were sunken deep into its skull, and a faint phosphorescence seemed to flicker in the two black holes.

That was their only way of gazing at the outside world, revealing endless sorrow, anger, and resentment.

Some of the ghosts had tangled, messy hair covered in spiderwebs, hanging wetly in front of them, dripping with what looked like water or some other liquid.

The clothes were tattered and bore the marks of death—bloodstains and tears—and swayed gently in the wind, even though there was no wind around.

They can't get in! They hate it! Something is blocking them from getting in!

They feel a burning pain as soon as they touch the door panel.

The monster's face twisted uncontrollably, its mouth wide open, revealing sharp teeth or a dark void, as if it were emitting a silent scream.

Their fingers are long and deformed, with abnormally long nails, some even covered in rust or dirt. When they move, their fingers make an unsettling sound as they move through the air.

The surrounding environment seemed to become even more eerie because of their presence; the air became cold and biting, and the surrounding sounds gradually disappeared.

All that remains are the sounds that accompany the ghosts' movements—perhaps a series of slow, heavy footsteps, or perhaps a whispered murmur, telling tales of unfinished pain or deep-seated, overwhelming hatred.

As soon as the person inside comes out, the ghosts will swarm him and tear him to pieces.

The moon was obscured by thick fog and became hazy.

More ghosts struggled to awaken from the ground beneath the back mountain, and a withered skeletal finger broke through the soil, prompting even more skeletons to begin their activity.