"Come on, bite down."
Jiang Chen pushed Director He's head down, forcing the thick black hammer handle into his mouth. Before he could react, Jiang Chen drove his elbow down hard.
Crack.
A row of bloody teeth fell to the floor.
He glanced at them and found that this degree of pain seemed far too trivial for a top-tier Blood-Clad Ghost of the Hospital Ward.
Director He was still muttering to himself like a madman, showing no sign of any additional pain.
"Xiao He, I never knew you could take such a beating."
"Then I won't hold back."
Jiang Chen kicked him over and raised the Yin God Hammer high. With a bang, he smashed one of his arms into minced flesh. Director He finally let out a scream amid his muttering.
After that came an unending series of hammer blows.
Amid scream after scream, Director He was killed outright.
But a moment later, a blood-drenched figure crawled out from beneath his corpse, hair hanging loose, mouth muttering nonstop.
"What is real... what is false..."
"Everything is made up, everything is fake, hahaha, it's all fake!"
Seeing his deranged state, Jiang Chen felt sympathetic and comforted him. "Xiao He, don't lose your mind. Not everything in this world is an illusion."
"For example, the pain you're feeling right now-isn't that absolutely real?"
"What, you're saying you can't feel it?"
"Heh, no problem. Let me help you find your true self again!"
The Sledgehammer rose, and blood splattered.
With his back to the surviving Doctors and No. 02, Jiang Chen pinned Director He down and hammered away, sending severed limbs and chunks of flesh flying all over the walls.
They had long since been frightened speechless. Even No. 02, that chatterbox, had fallen uncharacteristically silent.
Just then, No. 04, who had