"So we're cornered?"

They leaned back to back, and they were densely packed around groups of stiff and pale living dead.

"I think it's eighty percent." Xiao Zhenyi frowned, "After all, none of us have the ability to fly off the wall." ”

Xia Wei snorted and sighed again: "Actually, I have a bottle of multi-functional anti-wolf spray in my handbag......"

"I'll be cautious for you." Lin Jian burst out of his teeth, "There are dozens of people here...... Besides, these are critically ill patients, and if they don't grasp the dose well, they are killing people. ”

In just a few words, the corridor was already crowded with "people" (or perhaps no more people), and one after another the doors of the wards opened, and a haggard and disconnected human body poked its head out of the ward and staggered down the hallway. These "zombies" stumbled and squeezed next to each other, filling the huge space to the brim. For a moment, there were only flying hospital gowns and white and thin arms in the corridor, like a horror wax museum scene.

Of course, so far the three of them are not nervous - the number of "zombies" rubbing towards them step by step is indeed quite a lot, and the appearance is indeed terrifying, but after all, it is still a paper tiger. Not to mention their fluttering and swaying bodies that fall in the wind, or their white, thin and unthreatening hands and feet, the speed at which the ants crawl alone can reveal the fragile nature of these living dead. Seven minutes have passed since the first zombie came out of the cage, and these humanoid self-propelled eruption biochemical troops have not yet walked two meters. Even while they were chatting and farting, a few zombies with small legs and feet tripped together, dancing and rolling into a big meat ball......

“…… So who is the real culprit behind the scenes? Xiao Zhenyi looked around left and right, and his tone was depressed: "What does he want to do when he sends a group of old, weak, sick and disabled?" It took so much to put on a horror movie style......"

He suddenly stopped talking, his eyes fixed on the hallway.

Lin Jian knew what he was looking at, because he saw it himself: on the right side of the corridor, next to the windowsill, the zombies who had just tripped over a minute ago were waving their hands and feet and struggling, their thin bodies tangled and tangled, like twisted roots. Perhaps struggling too hard, some of the zombies' hospital gowns were already in disarray, and the open placket revealed bulging, thin ribs - no, not just ribs, but also a few red marks spread on the paper-like folds of dull yellow skin, like blood stains.

Both men were silent. Although most of the blood stains were hidden under their clothes, revealing no more than auspicious feathers, they could still recognize these intricate and mysterious patterns at a glance.

"Funeral." Lin Jian said softly.

His gaze swept over the withered necks of the zombies, swept over the red blood stains that hung around the necks like poisonous snakes, and finally landed on the body of a male zombie. Even though the living dead had been emaciated by illness, he recognized the vaguely handsome face: this man seemed to be some kind of tough guy action star on the hot screen. Perhaps thanks to his daily training, he still retains a bit of his former majestic body - of course, because of this, the most content is revealed in his unreleased collar.

"The word '敕'" Lin Jian muttered, "These people have a '敕' character on their chests. ”

"Huh? This is the standard beginning of Taoist mantras......" Xiao Zhenyi echoed in a low voice: "There should be other texts, but the patterns below are mostly covered ......"

"Find one to peel off your clothes and see?" Lin Jian's lips twitched, as if whispering.

Xiao Zhenyi shook his head, he stretched his neck and shook his head from side to side, trying his best to change the angle. But the hospital gown on the living dead was obviously too tight, and he could only shrink his head in a daze.

"I can't see anything in this ornament, but I guess these high-risk patients who only have one breath left should be driven by these mortuary texts, but I don't know the details, and I can't do it at all......

"I know." Xia Wei said softly.

"So- what did you say?!"

Facing the two silver glittering gas masks, Xia Wei's tone was still calm.

"I know the ornaments."

She reached into her arms and pulled out a yellowed note. The strip of paper was drawn with an ink pen with a mysterious and twisted pattern, and the upper part of the pattern was exactly the same as the bloodstain.

Lin Jian stretched out his hand to take the piece of paper and looked at it carefully, the twisted lines were really weird, but the more he looked at it, the more strange a sense of familiarity he felt in his heart - if I remember correctly, it seems to be ...... in the edict of "Shangqing Fu Ji"

He raised his head and looked at Xiao Zhenyi. Despite the gas mask, Xiao Zhenyi seemed to feel his gaze. He nodded slightly.

Lin Jian handed the note to Xia Wei: "Miss Xia, how did you know about this ornament?" ”

Xia Wei seemed to hesitate slightly, but she quickly spoke: "I used to have a miniature black scar on my left shoulder, and the scar had this pattern on it. I thought it was a birthmark before......"

"Birthmarks?" Xiao Zhenyi slowly repeated her words, "Birthmarks? It's not a birthmark, it's a mantra to take away. ”

He was afraid that Xia Wei would not understand, and explained in detail: "Snatching away is the dove occupying the magpie's nest." ”

Xia Wei's right hand trembled slightly, and the note fell to the ground. She didn't bend down to pick it up, she just stood still.

Lin Jian's gaze circled around her, and finally turned to the corridor, to the hideous blood marks on the chest of the living dead. He was pondering.

- It is unknown who set up the spell (although he has guessed it). But no matter who it is, this man's mind can be regarded as delicate and vicious. There are many celebrities and superstars who have been cursed by the spiritual order here, and even some rising stars in the political arena, if they can take their bodies, it is tantamount to directly reaching the peak of life, which is equivalent to an opportunistic trick at the level of system vulnerabilities......

But things are still quite weird-

"The spell of taking away is not a cabbage on the side of the road that comes when you want to, it is even more difficult to concoct a body that can be taken away, every body here should be a hard-won reincarnation furnace, how can it be so rudely piled up in the corridor?" Xiao Zhenyi muttered to himself, he slowly turned his head from side to side: "Unless, unless there is some kind of forced ......"

He suddenly stopped talking.

In the silence, in the sound of zombies' squirming steps, everyone's ears seemed to become sensitive. The three of them stood where they were, and they clearly heard some kind of sound, some kind of swishing, continuous sound.

Wind.

The ventilation of Su's Hospital is very good, but its ventilation design is also extremely clever, and the echo in the wards and corridors will always be a gentle breeze, and definitely not this continuous, louder and louder, strong wind.

This kind of wind rising from the ground can never be a creation of nature, it can only be a by-product of some kind of magic that reverses yin and yang.

"I see, no wonder we have to send out all the bodies that have been prepared to take the sacrifice." Lin Jian looked in the direction of the wind, but there was the end of the corridor, and there was only a darkness: "The technique of seizing the house is extremely dangerous, and the most taboo thing is to be disturbed by external forces." It seems that there is no way to use this hole card. ”

"Benchai really won't die obediently." His tone was depressed.

That's right, this should be the handiwork of Benchai. Only he can deceive the trust of these star students, and be able to secretly lay such a vicious and vicious spell. His body was eroded by the spiritual spring, and he must have been unable to support it for a long time, so he took advantage of the empty manpower in the hospital to launch the spell decisively. This Benchai is indeed a very daring fanatic, and he risks exposing all the Ding Furnaces, which makes them undecided, and it is difficult to judge his true soul body. If you want to break into the ward and destroy the spell, you will be dragged back by these living dead - these living dead are of course powerless, but their tattered bodies are the best deterrent. Unless the three of them can be ruthless enough to kill a few, this corridor will not be able to pass no matter what.

Which of the three of them would dare to kill? No one dared.

Dilemma, really a dilemma.

They could only stay where they were, listening to the stumbling footsteps of the cannon fodder instructed by Benchai, to the growing wind in the depths of the corridor, to the hoarse voice chanting the incantation of the tooth in the wind. They racked their brains, but they couldn't do anything.

After a while, Xiao Zhenyi held back a sentence

"Give Su Luo a call now for backup?"

"It's too late." Lin Jian shook his head, "The left-behind personnel in the hospital have all been taken care of by Benchai, and it will take at least twenty minutes to get here from Tiantongyuan, and Benchai's spell is a matter of five or six minutes......"

"And what else do you have on your hands?" Xiao Zhenyi said in a trembling voice, "I only have one calculation chip now...... You can't let me use the calculation chip to insert a dead benzene guess, right? ”

Lin Jian smiled bitterly: "Unless we bring a portable aerial vehicle, there is no way, not to mention that I only have a bottle of Heavenly Killing Spirit ...... on my body."

A flash flashed in his head!

Something magical, fanatical came out of the way - if you think about it, it's crazy, but it doesn't seem to be impossible, as long as it can be used skillfully, this time it doesn't have to be bad luck, as long as you can be careful and make the best use of it......

"I have a not-so-mature idea." He said slowly.

Xiao Zhenyi looked at him blankly.

"I think this should solve this problem. It's a bit of a novelty," he continued.

Xiao Zhenyi's throat squeezed out a faint moan, even through the mask Lin Jian would not mistake this for an exclamation.

"What do you mean?!"

Xiao Zhenyi shook his head slowly. "Do you remember," he said with difficulty, "your last immature idea was proposed at Xia Wei's house?" ”

This time, even Mu Ran's Xia Wei reacted, she turned her head a little, and her frightened gaze went straight through the glass in front of her. She and Xiao Zhenyi looked at each other.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Lin Jian took a deep breath.

"Okay, what else can you two do to deal with Benchai?"

No one answered.

"Benchai will definitely not let us go after taking the house, what are the preparations for the two of you?"

Still no one answered.

"Good." Lin Jian nodded. "Then I'll talk about it directly - snatching away, in essence, is the exchange of souls, in view of the fact that the soul cannot be disturbed, so the art of snatching must be isolated from external disturbances, which is also the reason why Benchai does not hesitate to stop people. Now the hallways are full of critically ill patients, and breaking through can only add to the casualties, not to mention the pile of biological weapons hidden in the stomachs of these people. So, now it can be regarded as a no-road. Since there is no way out, we need to change our thinking - our purpose is not to break into the ward directly and kill Benchai, but to disturb him to cast spells, and we don't have to do it ourselves......"

"What are you talking about?" Xiao Zhenyi said in a dumb voice, "Ben guesses that he lives in a special ward, and the seal is excellent, he can't hear you even if you jump in the corridor......"

"Then don't jump on it." Lin Jian interrupted him: "The special ward is indeed tightly sealed, but it is not 'airtight' after all. ”

Xiao Zhenyi and Xia Wei turned their heads along his arm, and they looked up along their fingers and saw a black crack at the top of the wall.

Central air conditioning vents.

"Since it's not airtight, there's a gap." Lin Jian clapped her hands and turned to look at Xia Wei: "Do you have any cosmetics with you, Miss Xia?" ”

It wasn't until years later, facing the lush lawns and garlands of the wedding scene, that Lin Jian could still remember the afternoon when he was surrounded by the living dead.

He remembered a qiē, from how he took out the small bottle of spiritual spring tremblingly, to turning out the Black Sea Brown Algae Essence in Xia Wei's handbag; From the lump of green clay mixed with the spiritual spring and the essence to the trajectory when the lump of green clay was thrown. He remembered the light of the green mud in mid-air—it was the spiritual spring that had been stimulated by the evil energy, and the strange creaking sound of the green mud hitting the exhaust port. He remembered the green mud on the exhaust window, like a marshmallow that suddenly exploded, and he remembered how the slimy mud sprang out of the vines, how it rushed into the dark cracks, how it spread half the corridor. He knew—he remembered, that these green vines would grow and draw strips in the air-conditioning ducts, that they would rush at the slightest hint of expansion, that they would burst through every vent of every air-conditioning extension, that they would writhe and waving in every ward, that would make a mess of a single qiē of furniture decoration—for example, some precious, undisturbable spell......

At last, he heard the sound he wanted to hear—a hoarse, incantational voice suddenly raised in the midst of the swishing wind, a voice that roared, screamed, shouted, and was so terrible that it was like a ghost in hell cursing the world. To the accompaniment of the wind, he roared sharper and sharper, more and more heartbreaking, one higher and higher, and the other worse than the other—and then came to an abrupt end.

A minute passed, and the wind was decreasing.

Two minutes passed, and the wind faded away.

Three minutes passed, and there was no more wind.

"It's over." Lin Jian muttered.

He turned around and saw the bodies in the hallway lying limp, like corpses all over the floor.

"It's over." He repeated.

He straightened his chest and reached into his pocket, trying to reach for the communicator.

Then he paused.

His fingers didn't touch the communicator, he didn't even touch the fabric. All he touched was something slippery, wet.

He lowered his head, and a lush green bloomed in his coat pocket. Lin Jian stared at his coat pocket, his mind didn't seem to react.

Then, he heard Xiao Zhenyi's voice, his voice trembling and weak, like a moan. He said slowly:

"Brown algae...... It's supposed to be spore reproduction, right? ”