The idol toy whose eyelids had been cut off frantically absorbed the surrounding shadows, and a man's sobs rang out.
Shadows filled the doll's body bit by bit. Wearing a patient gown, Chen Meng appeared near the damaged divine statue. He had just awakened from his nightmare, his face still lit with the joy of regaining his freedom, only to see the smiling statue again a moment later.
"Doctor Xuan, you really are trying to get me killed!"
Patients like Chen Meng appeared in large numbers. Many of them were still wearing old-fashioned hospital gowns from over a decade ago.
"Let's charge out together!" Carrying the Blind Man on his back, Gao Ming raced with the others toward the way they had come. But after running only a few meters, they discovered that the Intestine had shrunk considerably.
The wrinkled walls of flesh were squeezing inward. The corpses and ghost creatures embedded in them had eyes brimming with malice. They clutched one another's arms and flesh, sealing the passage completely.
"Did you think I would let you leave?" Situ An hung his head inside the Execution House. "Lu Zang and I spent years transforming Lishan Hospital in the Shadow World. It's my home, and everything here was designed in advance. Once the beautiful memories of home shatter, the malice I left in the passages activates. They're all psychopathic scum. No matter how bad things are for them, they can't stand to let anyone else have it better. They'll treat you in the cruelest ways imaginable and bury you here."
"Whoever destroys my home will become the first sacrificial offering to those damaged divine statues. Next on the offering table will be all of Hanhai!" Situ An's voice was calm, but his eyes were those of a madman. "A city without