[Slow Wear] Assassin System

please forget me

Yu Zhou closed the door of Ward Zero.

A thin layer of wooden door means a natural moat of power and authority, No. [-] can come in and out at will, but Miao Xuan can't shake it no matter what.

At this moment, Miao Xuan was confused.

Wait a minute!Why take care of his little black house?Didn't you just take a look at the painting?The painting wasn't finished yet, why did he lock him up? !

There is also a conclusion... What is the conclusion, killing all human beings or something?Instead, give me a charter!

But the boss didn't give the regulations, and the boss never looked back at the explosion. Miao Xuan, who was leaning against the door panel, heard the footsteps getting softer and lighter, and finally disappeared completely.

The entire space of the ward and the corridor was shrouded in dead silence.

Miao Xuan: ...

This is really not giving any room for maneuver!

#I'm still not your favorite baby! (not)#

Miao Xuan really never guessed that Yu Zhou's "Leave everything to me" was to do so. He leaned his back against the small door panel, quite at a loss.

The smell of blood that I smelled in the room last time has disappeared, and it is very likely that it has been cleaned. Although I can’t guess what patient zero is going to do, I can’t get out anyway. It’s always boring to explore this room. Incorrect.

Aside from Miao Xuan who was wandering around in the sleepy room, Yu Zhou had already left the fifth floor of the outpatient hall at this time.

He went directly to the registration desk on the first floor and opened a booklet on the desk.

If Miao Xuan was here, he would definitely recognize this small book as the doctor's duty list.

It is not only the right of the head nurse to look through the attendance sheet, and there is far more than just one attendance sheet.

The schedule for these two days is registered on the duty list:

[September 9: All doctors take turns in the morning, and all doctors attend consultations in the afternoon. 】

[September 9: All members send off the meeting. 】

Yu Zhou's fingers gently stroked the arrangement for September [-]th. With his stroking, the line of writing seemed to have been wiped off, gradually faded under his fingertips, and finally disappeared completely.

At the same time, the skin on Yu Zhou's face was also crumbling, revealing the ugly charred texture under the surface.

Even the king of ghosts would have to pay the price for canceling one of the working days in the ghosts abruptly.

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Lunch is over.

The six surviving humans finally stood together in front of the outpatient hall, and behind them, countless nurses and patients "watched" them silently.

At this moment, all the ghosts finally took off their disguises and revealed their true colors. The nurses splicing animals and humans stood at the forefront, and the deformed monster patients swarmed behind the nurses. Signage—Patients still wear striped suits, and nurses wear white one-step skirts.

That's the only way they look human at all.

Numerous pairs of black eye sockets "watched" human doctors, nurses and patients were increasing, the number even exceeded the day when the syrup was broken.

A real sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Zhao Lan held Yang Nan's hand with an ugly face so ugly that she couldn't even scold her, the boy shivered and huddled beside Qian Yugang, Wu Qing smiled wryly, and finally took out a prop camera to record this spectacular scene, while Chu Heng He went straight up the stairs and pushed open the old opaque glass door.

There was a sticker with the word "push" on the glass door, which looked moldy because of being soaked in water. The rest of the people saw Chu Heng's movements and followed him closely.

The gate of the outpatient hall was closed, and countless ghosts surrounded the gate, motionless.

The outpatient building, which has never been set foot by humans, has similar furnishings and layouts to the complex building.

They are all about the same size, with plastic chairs, glass tables, incandescent lamps, and bulletin boards. The floor is also paved with large stone bricks, and the iron door at the corridor stairway is shaky.

Chu Heng glanced at the registration desk in the glass counter. He took out a bunch of keys from his backpack, and then reached out and held the door of the registration desk.

But the door seems to be locked, and it can't be opened even with props.The doctor's dormitory has been closed, everyone has brought all their belongings, and the props have been adjusted to the most convenient position to take out.

Seeing this, Zhao Lan also took out a file from her mountaineering bag.

Just when Zhao Lan was about to hand the file to Chu Heng, a gentle male voice suddenly came from behind everyone.

"Don't be so troublesome."

Zhao Lan turned around in horror, and saw the ghost king in the last row of plastic stools.

He leaned back in the chair relaxedly, the blue and white cotton striped hospital gown made him look non-aggressive, the ghost king was not the only one wearing the striped gown among the ghosts, but the texture of the other patients' clothes were all popular in human society ten years ago cheap fabrics, only the ghost king's clothes are soft cotton.

Zhao Lan was in a daze at this moment—when she was ten years old, her family’s conditions were not good, but her brother still chipped in and bought a little red dress for her birthday. The material of that little red dress was ordinary polyester , with a smell of chemicals, although my brother thinks it is cheap, but she likes it very much.

Later, I don’t know how many times my brother told her that he would not wear these clothes if he had money, and would replace them all with pure cotton ones.

Ten years old... recalling it now seems to be a memory of a previous life.

It seemed to be covered with a layer of glass of an indescribable color.

"Don't be so troublesome." Yu Zhou leaned back in his chair and looked at the six people in the hall, with a smile on his lips, "Please don't try to open that door, doctors are not allowed to enter there."

Hearing what Yu Zhou said, Chu Heng simply gave up trying, and turned around: "Then shall our consultation begin?"

"Since you asked so...then let's get started." Yu Zhou slowly got up from the plastic chair, and smiled casually, "I'm sorry to bother you."

"Please tell me separately, what disease do I have? If no one is diagnosed, then you can only be fired in advance."

After Yu Zhou asked, he looked casually at the doctors present. His attitude was really perfunctory. The so-called "consultation" of difficulties turned out to be everyone answering his questions separately.

But this kind of question and answer is the most difficult. After all, there is no trace to be found. Who knows what the ghost king is thinking?

Everyone present fell into dead silence, and no one dared to answer first, but the ghost king's patience was limited, and he casually looked at the doctor who was closest to him—the little boy.

"Please tell me, what's wrong with me?"

Lu Jinjiang: QAQ. . . .

The boy shivered: "Chan, a cold?"

"Wrong." Yu Zhou denied it expressionlessly, and then turned his gaze to Wu Qing.

Wu Qing: ... crazy

Wu Qing, who was cursing in her heart, hesitated for a moment: "...cough."

The medicines in the hospital are cold medicines and cough medicines. If you don’t get these two diseases, what else can it be?

"No." Yu Zhou continued to deny, and turned to look at Qian Yugang.

Strong man: ...

Qian Yugang also wanted to chirp, but he held back: "Cold and cough?"

After hearing this answer, Wu Qing immediately wanted to jump up and knock on his forehead. This answer might as well make up a random one!

Sure enough, the ghost king shook his head, the next one was Zhao Lan.

However, Zhao Lan's head was stiff, and she stuck her neck: "Where is the head nurse? I need the head nurse's help."

Yang Nan's mood at this time is very similar to Wu Qing's.

Yu Zhou: ...

The Ghost King did not respond to Zhao Lan's question, and directly judged: "The answer is wrong."

Then there is Yang Nan, Yang Nan really doesn't know how to answer, in fact, the answer in his heart is also a cold and cough, but this answer is wrong, and the ghost king's dark eyes are facing him, and his cold sweat immediately came down up.

"... Amnesia."

Zhao Lan: ...

#So say this couple, they all have husband and wife looks#

Yu Zhou didn't even want to comment on the answer, he looked directly at Chu Heng.

As expected of a senior doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, Dr. Chu pulled out the glass knife from his backpack with his backhand. His expression was extremely calm, and he was not nervous about answering the proposition.

"Is your disease?" Chu Heng weighed the knife in his hand, "I can only tell you with regret that your disease has no cure, it is a terminal illness that cannot be cured."

Chu Heng: "This patient, although I'm sorry, you can really think about your funeral."

Chu Heng's answer was too hardcore, and the rest of the people present were stunned.

Yu Zhou looked straight into Chu Heng's eyes and didn't speak for a long time. The invisible pressure was layered in the hall.

It was clearly Chu Heng who was being targeted by the ghost king at this time, but he and everyone else seemed to be tightly strangled by the neck, and it was difficult to even breathe.

After a long time, it was still Chu Heng who spoke first. Even though cold sweat rolled down his forehead, even though his face was as pale as a ghost, it was no different.

He could still squeeze out a smile: "Excuse me, am I wrong?"

Yu Zhou looked at Chu Heng, sighed softly when he heard the words, and then he sat down slowly.

The huge pressure was recovered in an instant, Zhao Lan, who was slightly weaker, almost couldn't stand still, and the boy immediately fell to the ground, losing his will.

"You're not wrong." Yu Zhou sat on the plastic chair, clasped his hands on his knees, "I'm terminally ill, and there's no cure for it."

Wu Qing was panting for the rest of his life after the catastrophe. He was now absolutely sure that Chu Heng and this ghost king must have had private contact, but who cares, as long as he can keep him alive, he doesn't care about the grievances between them.

And at this moment, Wu Qing smelled the burning breath and heard a very faint beeping sound.

what happened?Where is the fire?

Wu Qing looked around subconsciously, and when she turned around, she saw Chu Heng who was facing a formidable enemy.

Faint blue eyes appeared from every corner of the hall, there were smoky marks on the old yellowed walls, the plastic stools began to deform, and gradually became scorched black...

As if an invisible flame was burning everything, people looked in horror at the first floor of the outpatient hall, which had undergone drastic changes.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the man in the striped suit, who sits calmly on the plastic chair, as if he doesn't see the melted and charred plastic chairs around him.

Chu Heng: "Yu Zhou, what are you going to do?"

Yu Zhou smiled slightly, and then the opaque glass door of the hall shattered, the gray sky receded from the haze at this moment, and the bloody sunset enveloped the entire sky.

Under this sky, there are countless layers of ghostly corpses—orange-red flames jumping on them. If it weren't for the scorched black that gradually spread on the bones, it would be impossible to tell which piece of orange-red is the brilliance of the setting sun and which piece is the brilliance of the setting sun. Jumping flames.

"Are you going to destroy this place!" Chu Heng didn't expect Yu Zhou to do anything wrong, "What are you going to do?"

Yu Zhou raised his hand lightly, and then, the ceiling on the first floor collapsed in vain!

Big chunks of rocks just fell down like this, their speed was so fast that no one had time to dodge.

Yang Nan pulled Zhao Lan into his arms, Wu Qing scolded his mother and threw out a small handkerchief, Qian Yugang also took out a hatchet to block the boy, Chu Heng swung his knife, and directly pointed at Yu Zhou run in the direction.

The falling stones looked heavy, but they were different from real buildings. Their material was far lighter than stones. When Chu Heng's knife split the load-bearing wall in front of him, it felt like splitting hollow bones.

The outpatient hall collapsed in a series of loud noises, and the falling objects and rubble buried the struggling people. Yu Zhou sat down on his plastic chair, motionless.

In the sea of ​​flames that used ghost bones as firewood, the outpatient hall collapsed, and the ruins were devastated. Only a small room stood strangely in the ruins.

The whole building was destroyed, but this small ward was an exception. It stood firmly on the ruins of the first floor, intact.

On the thin door panel is the house number of the ward:

【Union Mercy Hospital】

[Room No. [-], District A]

Looking at the ward in front of him, Yu Zhou couldn't help showing a soft smile.

"Xiao Xuan, come out."

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Miao Xuan groped the room, and finally sat down on the soft hospital bed.

He had already tried to find the switch on the wall, but he didn't know why the lights in the room couldn't be turned on.

Just when Miao Xuan was full of confusion, the hospital bed suddenly shook like an earthquake!

Miao Xuan:! ?

There was a violent bang, and then Miao Xuan felt that the room fell out of control like an elevator car, and then he was slammed on the ground.

After a long time, everything was dead silent, and Yu Zhou's voice came from outside the door.

"Xiao Xuan, come out."

The walls and ceiling of the room cracked at this moment, turning into ashes like ashes one after another. Miao Xuan smelled an unprecedented thick stench, far better than the "syrup" made from human blood.

Without the cover of the walls and the ceiling, the blood-red sunset unscrupulously illuminated the room. Miao Xuan held the thorn blade tightly in both hands and looked up, seeing the old and decaying ruins and the boundless sea of ​​flames.

And sitting not far away, smiling Yu Zhou.

The setting sun dyed him red, and even the blue and white hospital gown was dyed a strange orange red, but his eyes were still clear, like flowing water in a stream.

Yu Zhou stood up and walked slowly to Miao Xuan: "Xiao Xuan, it's over."

This piece of unknown source of flame is burning and destroying this piece of ghosts and creatures, everything is indeed over.

Miao Xuan raised the blade in his hand: "...is it over?"

Yu Zhou smiled: "Yes, it's over."

Miao Xuan wanted to ask many questions, but he couldn't open his mouth at all. His whole body was like a puppet being held up by strings. Yu Zhou covered his eyes with his hands.

"I'm sorry, but please don't look."

Miao Xuan's eyes were covered, he couldn't see, he could only hear Yu Zhou's soft voice; he was also speechless, unable to ask why Yu Zhou apologized to him.

Have all human beings been killed?In the end what happened?

Then Miao Xuan felt his wrist being held by a cold hand, and then a huge force pulled him until his sharp blade was inserted into something hard.

The hot liquid splashed onto Miao Xuan's cheeks, and his cold fingers immediately wiped off the sticky liquid.

Miao Xuan smelled a strong smell of blood.

Yu Zhou's voice was light and light, like a breeze blowing past his ears.

"Don't believe in Chu Heng and don't follow him. Don't respond to his obsession. Although it is barren, the world of ghosts and myths is safe. The world belonging to the living will merge with the world of ghosts and myths. If you meet other ghost kings in the future, you will be killed." Kill them, don't care too much about human beings, let alone spend energy to protect human beings, don't let others hurt you, as long as you are alive, there is still hope..."

"I can only let you see the unfinished painting, I'm sorry."

The setting sun shrouded a piece of wasteland, and Yu Zhou stretched out his arms to hug his warm lover in front of him tightly.

He didn't dare to let him open his eyes, because he was no longer what he used to be at this time, only the scorched and terrifying muscles remained on his body.

The easel collapsed beside him, Yu Zhou stretched out his hand, and lightly tapped on the lips of the man in the painting. His fingers were stained with rich plasma. At this time, the bright red just became the finishing touch, making the tunnel The man in black came alive completely—this painting was finally completed.

And there is no monster born in this finished portrait, it is complete.Then an invisible flame ignited the painting, gradually reducing it to ashes.

Yu Zhou lowered his head and kissed his lover's forehead.

"I'm sorry for letting you see this."

Your eyes are stained with blood and fire after all.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you go back to the human world."

Already branded, only to keep you on this side of ghosts and death.

"I... I'm sorry, I promised your afterlife, I can't do it."

We all have no afterlife, you will become an immortal spirit among the dead, and I will disappear completely.

"Please forget about me." Yu Zhou gave the last order to his ghost and the head nurse.

"forget me."

Miao Xuan was blocked and couldn't see anything. He only knew that he was tightly imprisoned by the cold embrace, and he could only hear Yu Zhou's whispers and the sound of the flames burning.

His spiritual realm was invaded by a sudden force at this moment, and this force finally formed a thin protective film, hiding silently, but the force invasion was a huge shock after all, and Miao Xuan's consciousness was directly trapped in In the spiritual sea, all connections with the outside world have been cut off.

Yu Zhou took out the small dark red book from his pocket, and he turned over the first page, leaving blood marks from his thumb on the page.

The props took effect, and the ghost's restraint on Xuan Ke completely disappeared.

The flames had burned to the ruins, and Yu Zhou forcibly erased the 20 days of human beings into [-] days. At this time, the six surviving people had all been ejected from the ghost.

Miao Xuan no longer belongs to the ghost creature that is about to be destroyed, nor will he be incinerated by this flame.

Lie Yan jumped on Yu Zhou's body again, and all the flashy camouflage faded away, leaving only the charred human skeleton. Yu Zhou leaned down again and hugged Miao Xuan quietly.

This scene is so thick and colorful that it looks like a picture scroll depicting hell.

The charred bones and collapsed ruins, the blood-red sunset and the dancing flames, the shriveled and terrifying bones stuck on the ancient and beautiful face of the beauty.

The scorched remains cracked little by little, he was like this piece of ghosts, and eventually became ashes.

Ashes and dust settled, no one can celebrate housewarming with ginger flowers and koi anymore, no one can write in regular script "Looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy", and no one will die because of the reflection of blood and flames. apologize guiltily

……

No one will ever again solemnly promise:

Xuan Ke, see you in the next life.

The author has something to say:

This chapter has been grinding for a long time, so it's late

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System (even though it's not there, it still has to broadcast): [Ding——please choose the emotional line! 】

A. Chu Heng: Leave with me.

B. Zero: Please forget me.

C. This time it is the pale right hand: ...

Brother Miao: ...Just take it, look at it and you have nothing to say.

System: [Ding——The default relationship line is turned on! 】