This was a restroom in the ward.
Though it was small, several people were crammed inside.
A pale white light shone from the suspended ceiling, bringing a trace of brightness to this world shrouded in gloom.
Zhang Han sat on the floor with his back to the restroom door, looking terrible.
Blood was steadily seeping out from his back.
A bloody corpse was sprawled across his back, constantly struggling to break free. It had even tried several times to attack him, but something was restraining it, preventing it from escaping his body.
Zhao Kaiming stood there with a gloomy expression.
Behind him, there was vaguely a figure with its back to everyone, facing the darkness beyond the wall.
Sun Yi lay on the floor, covered in blood, his face deathly pale. His entire lower body was gone. Although he had been bandaged and received some emergency treatment, his condition would become extremely dire if he did not receive help soon. It was entirely possible that he would simply bleed to death.
"He won't live much longer. That thing took half his body with one bite. Even the ghost he had tamed was stripped away from him. Without the power of a vicious ghost sustaining him, an ordinary human body can't hold on." Zhao Kaiming spoke coldly, with a hint of mockery in his voice.
"That thing is too vicious. The ghosts inside your bodies aren't even on the same level as it. Even risking a vicious ghost's revival, you can only barely stay alive. And even if you survived the first wave of attacks, it wouldn't matter."
Zhang Han's mouth twitched, not from fear or because of Zhao Kaiming's words, but because of the torment and pain inflicted by the ghost on his back.
Zhao Kaiming continued, "Still, compared to