By the time the three returned to the ward, it was already six thirty.
The floors and corridors they passed through were empty. In the thin morning light, objects were hazy and indistinct. They encountered neither patients nor nurses along the way.
Sun Dekuan placed Lu Zimo on the hospital bed, then returned to his own and sat down heavily.
The two looked at the empty bed Huang Xiaofei had left by the wall, and both felt dazed for a moment.
After three days in the instance, the first death had finally occurred—not at the hands of ghosts, but because of the players' mutual scheming...
Though everyone had participated in the plot to some extent, a sense of sorrow for a fellow sufferer still inevitably arose.
Qi Si had not slept all night, and the instant he entered the room, exhaustion finally caught up with him.
Listlessly yawning, he walked straight toward the corner of the room.
In the corner where several blue frogs had died before, another blue frog had appeared. It sat there calmly and primly, with two palm-sized pools of clotted blood beneath it, a bizarre blackish purple.
Qi Si casually tossed a towel over the frog's head, covering its eyes.
After waiting two seconds and seeing no further reaction, Qi Si wrapped it up in the towel and shoved the whole bundle into the backpack in his item inventory. He timed a full minute with the Pocket Watch of Fate before taking it out again.
The frog's belly heaved as it gasped for air, its bulging eyes glaring furiously at the black-haired young man gripping its back.
Good. It was full of energy. It seemed the backpack could store living things.
Satisfied, Qi Si tossed the frog back into the backpack and stored it in his