The sound of children crying came from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint its source.
"Brother Peng, don't you think those cries sound a little familiar?" Chen Ge had Ghost Ear. He held his breath and listened quietly. Before long, he made a startling discovery: one of the children's cries sounded a lot like Wu Sheng.
Wasn't that child hiding inside the little house?
Chen Ge couldn't figure it out. He looked at Wu Jinpeng, the tall, sturdy man whose body was now trembling nonstop. The monsters had pushed him to his limit.
He was close to breaking, both physically and mentally.
Wu Jinpeng's chest heaved as he gasped for breath. He leaned against the hospital wall, his eyes bloodshot and frighteningly swollen.
"Are you okay?"
Chen Ge hadn't noticed when they were running for their lives together. He'd subconsciously assumed Wu Jinpeng was as fit as he was. In truth, not everyone had a body as strong as an athlete's.
"Let's go. We'll use the back door." Wu Jinpeng didn't dare linger. He'd been acting strangely since entering the hospital. Something must have happened the last time he came here, leaving him with a deep psychological scar. If he hadn't been backed into a corner, he probably wouldn't have entered the hospital again.
The children's cries grew louder. The one that sounded like Wu Sheng's was gradually drowned out by the others. Chen Ge took note of it and silently followed behind Wu Jinpeng.
The hospital in Old Town was small, but it had all the usual departments. From the outside, it looked normal—just an ordinary hospital late at night. There was nothing frightening about it.
They crossed an empty corridor, and Wu Jinpeng led Chen Ge to the landing where the stairways met. The children's cries had