Zhang Ze opened his eyes.
By then, the Underground Morgue had been completely absorbed, and Zhang Ze's own strength had reached its peak. Even Zhang Ze himself was momentarily dazed, uncertain whether he now possessed the strength to rival a Ferocious God.
He was terrifyingly strong.
The Black Water Ocean could create any conditions necessary to enhance his strength. Lingling, Sadako, and Qiu Mei—three Top-Tier Red-Clothed—had fused into one and were contained within the body of the Headless Ghost Shadow.
Against Doctor Gao, who had unleashed every trump card at his disposal,
Zhang Ze had not even used seventy percent of his strength.
He suspected that he had already become a Ferocious God. However, without a point of reference, he had no way to judge.
"From today onward, the Underground Morgue will no longer be a haunted underground morgue. It will return to being nothing more than a refrigerated warehouse for processing corpses."
"Perhaps in a few decades, the Underground Morgue will once again gather such powerful resentment and hatred. We'll worry about that when the time comes."
Zhang Ze walked out of the Underground Morgue.
The early-morning wind brushed against his face, cold and biting. He heard the class bell ringing from the Teaching Building and could see the lights gradually coming on in the dormitories in the distance. The medical students were heading out for their early classes one after another.
He looked just like someone who had spent the entire night gaming and had only just walked out of an internet café.
Now that he had made it outside,
Zhang Ze naturally dispelled his battle form.
He returned to his everyday state, once again becoming the amiable-looking Boss Zhang.
He closed his eyes and fell silent for a moment.
Zhang Ze suddenly froze.
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