A crushing wave of terror swept over Tang Qisheng, leaving him unable to catch his breath. And this was only the beginning. More and more corpses in the display room began to move. One, with only its upper half remaining, crawled out of a murky glass container and crashed to the floor, where it thrashed about, slapping the ground like a fish dying out of water.
The hideous corpses advanced toward the door in an organized mass, soon blocking Tang Qisheng's only escape route.
A bizarre scene unfolded. The corpses raised their eyelids one after another, revealing glass marbles embedded in their eye sockets. Director Mei was no different. Their eyes had all been gouged out and replaced with glass ones, which bulged farther and farther out, making them horrifying to behold.
"Plop."
"Plop."
The glass eyes dropped to the floor one after another, exposing empty sockets as the horde grew more and more frenzied.
At this critical moment, Tang Qisheng suddenly recalled the boy's final warning before he left: in this hospital, eyes were the greatest bargaining chip.
As the corpses twisted their way toward him, Tang Qisheng didn't hesitate. He plunged a finger into his left eye socket and dug hard, pulling out his eyeball. "You want eyes, don't you? Take them!"
He clenched the eyeball in his fist and hurled it into a corner. Director Mei was the fastest. She lunged forward and caught it before it hit the ground.
Delight lit up her face, but before she could raise the eyeball and shove it into her socket, the next moment the onrushing horde swallowed her whole.
The eyes held a fatal attraction for these things. Taking advantage of the distraction, Tang Qisheng charged outside without a second thought. The floor trembled faintly. The commotion had even