As the red-clothed man walked by, the black threads wrapped around every patient began to fade. The red-clothed man's innate ability was a mystery.
"I told you I'd keep you safe, whether inside the door or outside it."
His blood-red eyes blinked. One by one, the hospital patients had their legs severed. Within a hundred meters, not a single person remained standing before him.
Blood flowed like a river. The red-clothed man walked forward in silence, as if nothing could stop him.
Compared to the red-clothed man, Single Eye was at the opposite extreme. She had gone berserk, completely out of control. She slaughtered without pause, and every patient who came near her was pierced by blood threads.
The despairing faces were drawn into her hollow left eye. The red-clothed Single Eye not only went on a rampage, but also absorbed the souls and resentment of every patient.
The aura around her grew ever more terrifying. Her hysterical laughter chilled several Night Shift Doctors, and even the patients who had swallowed the black medicine slowed down, as if Single Eye's terror had overcome the drug's effects.
Cruel and savage, her eyes brimming with bloodlust and slaughter—she reveled in the pleasure of being ruled by negative emotions. This was the real red-clothed.
The hospital's main entrance was flattened. The seven Night Shift Doctors couldn't understand how the amnesiac Chen Ge had gathered so many amnesiac Vengeful Spirits together.
Every evil spirit in the city had come here. Why would those vicious, bloodthirsty ghosts follow a living person?
They had lost their memories. They didn't even know one another's names. So why did the ghosts still follow Chen Ge without hesitation?
Did they not know that attacking this hospital was like moths flying into a flame?
The seven Night Shift Doctors couldn't