No. 04's headless corpse fell into a pool of blood, his limbs thrashing unconsciously as bloody foam kept bubbling from his neck.
Although he had not died completely.
He had clearly suffered an unimaginably devastating injury.
A single sentence had nearly shattered a blood-clad ghost's soul outright. Such was the terror of the Seventh Ward's medical director!
The entire scene fell deathly silent.
Every gaze converged on that nearly invincible figure.
Director He stood over two meters tall. He looked down and swept his cold, indifferent gaze over everyone. "No. 04 is a child, so I gave him a little special treatment. As for the rest of you, I will kill every last one of you in the cruelest ways possible!"
As he finished speaking, a mass of Blood Shadow spread from beneath his clothes, expanding wildly with a thick, bloody stench and sealing off everyone's escape routes. Moments later, nothing remained in the corridor but an oppressively intense red.
All the other murmurs and growls vanished as well.
Only one voice remained!
Director He's voice!
The voice of a top-tier blood-clad ghost!
"No. 03, has your obsessive-compulsive disorder still not improved? Why did you secretly stuff your heart back into your belly again? That doesn't reflect reality, because your heart... should clearly be exposed to the air!"
He spoke again. His calm tone instinctively sent chills down everyone's spines.
No. 03's eyes widened. The next moment, he uncontrollably reached out, ripped open his own chest, tore away great chunks of flesh, and forcibly exposed his heart.
"No... no... no!"
He seemed to have realized what would happen next, and his expression became utterly terrified.
"Heh, wrong. Still wrong." Director He shook his head, his pale face full of mockery. "You clearly crushed your own heart long ago!"
His words