Sick Village, Nursing Home.
That thing was an old man?!
For some reason, ever since waking up in Yan Xiao's operating room that day, Qin Manjiang had grown much bolder. His former self would have been badly frightened by the sight of this "old man."
Just now, as soon as he stepped through the entrance, he saw the "old man" sitting on a stone bench on the left side of the courtyard, his upper body slumped over a stone table. He seemed to be asleep and had not heard Qin Manjiang push the door open and enter at all.
Qin Manjiang stared intently at him. The exposed skin of the "old man's" neck was covered in densely packed black granules. Rather than sitting flush against one another, the granules were linked by strands of thick, syrupy mucus.
They looked sticky and slimy, and those densely packed, round black granules were writhing. Qin Manjiang did not feel afraid, only disgusted.
Was he really still alive?
Qin Manjiang could not be certain, but he could at least be sure that these "old people" would not be kindly, approachable sorts.
But just as Qin Manjiang was about to look away and head farther inside, the old man suddenly stirred, as though he were about to wake up.
Without hesitation, Qin Manjiang broke into a run, heading inside!
[There are seven elderly residents in the Nursing Home. Six have very bad tempers. If they attack you, please leave immediately.]
That was the warning in the rules at the entrance.
Although the old man had only stirred slightly, Qin Manjiang had no intention of taking that risk and ran straight into the Nursing Home instead.
The rules at the Nursing Home entrance looked complicated, but Qin Manjiang noticed that there seemed to be