Subconsciously pressed the switch on the wall, but it didn't light up.

"Anyone?" I had the courage to ask. I was still answered by darkness and a silence that was so oppressive that I couldn't breathe. I swallowed my saliva and walked in the direction of the hospital bed in the dark, turning on the backlight of my phone.

No one. The quilt on the bed* was half-lifted, crumpled into a ball, and I touched the sheets underneath, and there was still warmth, and the person should have been gone for a long time. But the slippers on the floor were still there, neatly laid out under the bed, and it seemed as if the patient had sneaked out of bed barefoot.

I walked through several wards in a row, but there was no one inside, empty, like a pair of eyes in the dark.

I walked carefully in the hallway, my palms oozing a lot of sweat, and when I turned, I couldn't help but shake, and the light shook a few times and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the other hand was fast, and I breathed as if I was afraid, and suddenly seemed to think of something.

The arm holding the phone is slightly downward, allowing the light to reach the ground. I had been looking ahead just now, but I forgot about the ground. The patient walked barefoot on the ground, and there should have been some traces left behind.

Sure enough, following the light, you can see a black mark not far ahead. I hurried over, and the bright light shone brightly, and I immediately gasped.

It's not footprints, it's a pool of blood, to be exact. Holding back my nausea, I crouched* and probed my fingers. The blood was still a little sticky, it should not have been left for long, and there was a mark not far away, extending along the corridor.

It's not that there are no people here, it's that people have been taken away. I paused, and then walked forward following the blood on the ground.

The corridor that had already been walked through was much faster again, and when it was about the end, the blood trail stopped halfway. I looked left and right, and at one end was the gate, and at the other end was the passage to the back building.

The hospital is not very large, but the house is newly built and looks very imposing. The building behind the inpatient ward is almost a staff dormitory. It's a long way apart, and there's an open space in the middle that's about the size of a garden.

So, were the patients taken to the clearing?

If that's the case, I'll walk over with dignity. It was too revealing of the target, so he immediately inhaled and closed his belly, stuck it to the wall, and twisted it inch by inch. When he was about to stick his head out of the wall, he suddenly heard movement.

I can't describe what it was. But I was in a state of silence all the time, and I could easily tell it from the air. The sound came from the open space.

I cautiously poked my head out, and before I could take my eyes out, I suddenly felt a stumble under my feet, and my whole center of gravity was crooked.

For a moment, the whole person was in a daze, and his mind was blank, and it took three seconds to react.

Something wrapped around my feet and dragged me into the clearing.

It was so fast that I could hear the "bang" of my clothes rubbing against the dirt, and my eyes were facing up. I couldn't see who the person who pulled me was.

Instinctively, my hands danced wildly on the ground, trying to catch something. It can be regarded as lucky, and during the waving, he suddenly felt that his arm was hit by a hard object, and he quickly hugged it in pain.

For a moment, I was in a stalemate with the guy who was pulling my legs, and my body was much more secure. When I looked up, there was a camphor tree the thickness of a pillar in front of me, and it happened to be the thickness of one person, and I grabbed it and didn't let go. The force under my feet is getting stronger and stronger, and my feet and neck are painful.

"What the hell!" I screamed, tilted my head and looked forward, almost letting go of the hand that was holding the camphor tree.

The center of the entire clearing. A huge willow tree stood in it, with an extremely thick trunk, at least three or five camphor trees in thickness, and the whole body exuded a faint green light, especially on the top crown, like a huge phosphorus fire. The wicker was pumping like crazy. Densely pulled out of the main trunk, the top crown of the tree was black and oppressed, as if it had accumulated a layer of clouds, and the outline of the branches could not be seen at all.

"This ...... This is the willow tree into the essence! I was secretly scared in my heart, and I took the hand of the camphor wood harder and harder, and took advantage of the momentum to push my body forward, and pulled back half a meter of distance when I landed.

Seeing that I was about to break free from the shackles of the wicker, all of a sudden, a whip-like branch suddenly appeared from the black bushes, and struck in the direction of my legs in the air. It didn't look like a plant at all, but it made me feel like a woman's hair.

Okay, willow willow tree, isn't it that literati and ink writers often come to compare beautiful women, and there are willow girls with long braids in elementary school music textbooks, this Nima, it costs my life.

The three wickers gathered together and buckled firmly, and the force suddenly increased a lot, and the situation that had just been reversed returned to the original point again. As soon as I gritted my teeth, I simply fastened my nails into the trunk of the camphor tree and hung it like a nail.

Seeing this, the willow tree suddenly pulled a few more branches and leaves. I thought to myself, plants are plants after all, and no one thinks about it, only deadlifts. I took advantage of the momentum to push into my pocket, ready to unleash the fan bone.

Before his hand touched his pocket, he suddenly felt a tightness in his neck, and then he almost didn't get up in one breath, rolled his eyes, fell into the air with a snort, and was played down again, and the whole person was suddenly embedded in the dirt with such great strength.

What plants and animals, those who have become spirits are all monsters!

I cursed and bent my arms to stand up, but there was a "pop!" from behind me. "The burning pain spread from my back to my whole body, and I fell to the mud again as soon as I ate it.

Is this revenge? I was so pained that I could only breathe, and my whole body couldn't help but tremble desperately.

The pain spread wildly throughout the back, painful and numb, like thousands of ants desperately gnawing at the bones on the back.

As soon as the air in my ears "whirred", my scalp tightened, and I gritted my teeth and endured the pain and immediately turned over.

I only heard the "snorting" of the place where I was lying just now, but this time it hit the ground, the sound was not loud and muffled, but it sounded really terrifying. This time the force is heavier than just now, and if it hits me, my body will definitely fall apart.

I was terrified, and I stood up in the gap between the branches, and counted them carefully, and there were five of them, like human fingers, gathered together. I brace my waist and my eyes are fixed on the tentacle-like monster in front of me, and if it calls again, I must find a way to dodge it.

"Smack!" This sound sounded from behind, and I reacted slowly, and when I was in pain, I found that a finger-thick blood stain had appeared on my legs, and I fell to my knees in an instant.

Damn*, I forgot there's more to this thing than just a pair of hands. (To be continued.) )