Blood-red figures radiated intense resentment, holding back the Human Centipede's pressure. Like drowning people pulled from the water, the novice Netherworld Messengers hurriedly gulped down air.
When they raised their heads, their faces darkened again.
Blood-Clad Ghosts!
More Blood-Clad Ghosts!
Fortunately, Zhao Qian spoke up uncertainly just then. "Jiang... Jiang Chen, is that you?"
Before Jiang Chen could answer,
No. 02 abruptly turned toward her. "How dare you! Who gave you permission to address the Dean by his full name? Do you have a death wish?"
His terrifying aura
made Zhao Qian shudder violently, her little face turning deathly pale.
"Xiao Er, stop making a fuss over everything. Try to act normal outside the hospital." Jiang Chen was speechless. He turned to reassure Zhao Qian. "Don't be scared. He's mentally ill."
Zhao Qian was startled.
She realized that after hearing Jiang Chen insult him by calling him mentally ill, this terrifying Blood-Clad Ghost didn't dare show the slightest temper. He simply turned away, his expression unchanged.
"Jiang Chen, quick, save Dong!" Yang Zhi urged anxiously from beside them.
Jiang Chen noticed something too and reached Zhao Xiaodong in a few strides. Yin qi was pouring madly out of his body, while his surface temperature plummeted. He was almost a dead man.
His eyes were pitch-black and unfathomable, as though he had become someone else.
"Commanding the thirty-six heavens, through countless tribulations..."
Jiang Chen murmured the words. Blazing lightning shrouded his pupils as he stared fixedly into Zhao Xiaodong's eyes, making no attempt to conceal his icy killing intent.
"Get back inside! Or die!"
Without giving the other party a chance to react, he immediately raised the Sledgehammer from the ground, as though he couldn't wait.
"Fuck! You never fucking intended to save him, did you? Ghost qi +999!"
Even the