The mild ward was a classroom. The moderate ward was a hospital ward. The Critical Care Ward, on the other hand, was a prison. What Wen Xishu needed to determine now was which area held the key to getting out.
Only then could he guide the other two in the right direction. He hoped it was the moderate ward, because only Zhou Fei could read all the rules in full.
At that moment, Zhou Fei's view remained motionless, because Wen Xishu remained motionless.
He lay quietly in the ward, listening to the sound of insects crawling.
Given the structure of the human body, anyone with something crawling loudly enough to make such sounds inside them should already have been dead.
That was what Wen Xishu simply could not understand.
I can hear those sounds... but theoretically, sounds like that can't be produced inside a human body. With my current perception, I can't even hear a heartbeat. Yet I can hear countless insects crawling.
Zhou Fei lay on the hospital bed with his eyes open.
Just then, an old man in the ward suddenly sat up.
It was dim here, as dark as nighttime, but Wen Xishu could smell the odor emanating from the old man.
It smelled of burned paper ashes, instinctively bringing death to mind.
The sounds of something crawling inside the old man were densely packed. Wen Xishu even felt that "they" had already taken him over.
But just as Wen Xishu thought the old man was getting up to relieve himself, the old man's head abruptly rotated a hundred and eighty degrees. His body still faced forward, but his head had turned to face Wen Xishu.
The old man gave an eerie smile.
"Would you... like to buy some tea?"
Wen Xishu's mind buzzed. The Tea-Selling Old