"Shut the door... hurry and shut the door!"
"Hurry!"
Nurse Liu's face was filled with terror, and she trembled all over.
Her emotions had changed far too abruptly, as though she had been required to do something at a prescribed moment.
Something was very wrong tonight. The wind outside kept growing stronger, and Nurse Liu was still struggling desperately. With last night's example, everyone had been on guard against her, afraid she might turn into a ghost at any moment.
But tonight, she seemed to be only human.
Yet... her warning had come a moment too late.
Night had fallen abruptly. Cold winds echoed through the silent, sinister hospital, and an uneasy atmosphere filled the Main Building's lobby, as though something was about to appear.
Amid that eerie darkness and wind, Qin Manjiang gripped the Red Pill tightly, chills washing over his entire body.
His senses were too keen, so he could feel it directly... countless pairs of eyes seemed to be watching him from the darkness!
A layer of white mist drifted eerily up from the supposedly solid concrete ground. It was certainly no ordinary mist, or such strong winds would have scattered it long ago.
Nurse Liu's legs shook. She stared wide-eyed at the white mist over the concrete outside, desperate to flee, but her legs were too weak to move.
Jian Cunxin was also extremely uneasy, while Qin Manjiang's ability to think was suffering one assault of fear after another.
His forehead was covered in cold sweat.
In his imagination, horrifying images came flooding in.
At that moment, the only person not pinned in place by the atmosphere of extreme terror was, unexpectedly, Chen Zhiyuan.
This use of the [Continuation Pen] seemed to have reached some critical threshold, causing a visible decline in his reflexes and thinking