The hospital that once saved lives has now turned into an eerie hell, blood is splattered on the floor of the entrance hall, and the transparent glass door is stained with black-brown blood, which looks like a ghost gate leading to hell, which makes people shudder.

There were not many people in the hospital, but there was no sound at all, like a wasteland where no one was around.

"Smack!"

An empty water bottle was blown to the ground by the wind, bouncing a few times with a crisp sound.

"Boom, roar, coo!" all kinds of strange cries seemed to explode at once, one after another, but after a burst of wild screams, they quickly fell silent.

On the seventh floor of the hospital, Xia Hou was lying on the bed steadily, when suddenly, his eyelids trembled slightly, and then his breathing suddenly increased.

Xiahou is waking up, or rather, his consciousness is awake, but his body is not yet under his control, just like a ghost pressing a bed, he clearly knows that he is awake, but he can't move, but Xiahou is knowing that this is not a ghost pressing bed, this is the sequelae of his body being invaded by the black fog.

"Fortunately, it seems that I am still alive, not killed by the black mist, nor fallen into the turbulence outside the space-time passage. Xiahou was thinking bitterly.

Even though his brain was still stinging like a pinprick, he endured the discomfort and began to try to control his body.

It was a bit difficult, Xia Hou could feel his body, but he couldn't control it no matter what, and the tingling pain in his brain made him unable to concentrate.

"Damn!" Xiahou was very irritable, but Guangguang only had one thought, so he couldn't vent if he wanted to, and the sullen feeling was very uncomfortable.

After being irritable for a while, Xia Houzheng understood that all negative emotions were not beneficial to the current situation, and only calmness was the only thing that could help him.

Xiahou is no longer obsessed with controlling his body, he tries to control a tiny part, such as his fingers.

Half an hour later, the index finger of Xia Houzheng's right hand trembled slightly, and after a few minutes, that finger could already bend freely.

This is a good phenomenon, and Xiahou is full of motivation.

After controlling one finger, perhaps it was a difficult first step, Xia Hou Zheng felt that it was much easier to control other parts, and after ten minutes, Xia Hou Zheng was already free to control the whole arm to move slightly.

It was a strange sight of a man lying on a hospital bed, his whole body as if he was paralyzed, with only one arm moving freely as if he had an independent soul.

One hour, Xiahou was suddenly turning over, his feet hanging down from the hospital bed, jumping lightly, and standing up briskly.

Black hair hangs down his shoulders, his face is handsome, and the corners of his mouth are smiling.

"Bang!" handsome for only three seconds, Xiahou began to staggered as soon as he landed, and finally fell to the ground, his face hitting the ground first.

Xia Hou was propping his hands on the ground, slowly getting up, sitting on the hospital bed, slowly moving his body, he felt that there was a certain delay between his body and his thoughts, as if the machine was rusting.

While moving his body, Xia Hou was also looking at the surrounding environment, and he saw that this was a hospital ward, and he was also wearing a hospital gown.

"When I got home, my parents sent me to the hospital because I fainted?" Xia Hou was guessing, "But where did my parents go, and they left me here alone, it's too relieved, right?"

"No!" Xiahou Zheng suddenly had a bunch of withered flowers on the cabinet next to him, it seemed that no one had come in for several days, otherwise even if it was only the nurse who came in, she would have taken out the withered flowers and threw them away.

Xia Hou was looking elsewhere, and in a trash can in the corner was some small amount of garbage, and the peels of the fruits in it had begun to show signs of decay and emitted a stench.

From the door to the bed, a road has been formed, which is the result of dust, although it is not obvious, but in Xia Houzheng's eyes, it is extremely clear.

There was also an obvious handprint stain on the door and window of the ward, which meant that no one had come to the ward for a while, which was very abnormal, at least for a room with patients.

Xiahou was subconsciously wanting to exude his divine sense and explore the surrounding environment, but he worked hard for a long time, but he didn't release any divine sense, no, it should be said that he didn't feel that he had divine consciousness at all.

"What's going on?" Xiahou Zheng's face changed for a while, and he hurriedly checked his whole body, this inspection, there was a big problem with the inspection, he couldn't feel his internal force, he couldn't feel the Chiyang Sword and Dan Furnace that he had placed in the dantian, and he couldn't feel his own sea of consciousness and divine sense, he felt the space ring on his hand, and he couldn't feel the space and items inside at all, it seemed that all the previous experiences were a dream, a person's cranky thoughts, and he was just the dreamer who suddenly fainted.

But Xiahou Zheng quickly ruled out this possibility, because he saw his Qiankun bag under the cabinet next to him, as well as the set of clothes he was wearing before he fell unconscious, which was changed by venom.

Picking up the Qiankun bag, Xiahou Zheng finally felt a long-lost connection in the underworld, different from the space ring, after the Qiankun bag is refined, it can be opened without divine sense, unlike the space ring, which also requires spiritual power to take the item.

Successfully opened the Qiankun bag, and the last bit of uncertainty in Xiahou Zheng's heart disappeared, knowing that his current situation must be caused by the black fog.

The black fog said that Xiahou Zheng also knew, but he didn't understand it before he came into contact, but now he knows that it is the karma of the shattered mythical world, karma and merit are relative existences, and their effects are also the opposite of merit, harming people's cultivation and harming people's bodies.

The karma of a world, if it weren't for the protection of a mind gem from one of the more powerful world origin rules of the Marvel world, he would probably have died in the space-time channel, not like now, and still be alive.

Xia Hou was solving his own problem, and he felt that the whole room was not quite right, and when he walked to the window, his heartbeat slowed down.

With his eyesight, he could clearly see the state of those wandering downstairs, most of them were full of blood, and some of their necks were covered with coagulated blood and bitten wounds.

"What's that? zombies? Is the whole world zombies······? Xia Houzheng couldn't help but feel anxious for a while, looking at the situation in the ward, this incident had happened for several days, so no one had been paying attention to him.

"How could this be, what the hell happened?" Xia Hou was tearing off the hospital gown on his body, picking up his own set of clothes and putting them on.