Strangely, there is no sign of any air movement here, but it is creepy all the time.

Draenor looked up at the massive structure that splayed out in front of him, like a tomb standing on the ground, the breath of death almost spilling through the wide open windows and flowing down the walls until it drowned the insignificant stranger standing in the courtyard.

It is exactly the same as the scene I saw in the "Palace of Forgiveness......

"Delaenor, time!"

There was a hoarse urging behind him, and Draenor pulled out his pocket watch, five-twenty, and there was not much time left for the investigation team. He knew what the threat would be if he remained in the Plague Doctor's territory at sunset, and they had less than an hour to pull the demon out of the sanatorium, and whatever method was used, he had to be wiped out completely...... And there is only one such opportunity.

Now, hiding in the shadow of the dead trees, he took a step towards the building, and took a deep breath as he walked to the half-hidden, cracked door.

Then, with all his courage, he looked to the other side of the chasm, and in the moment of darkness before his eyes he seemed to feel something thicken, not like ordinary air, but a thick fog filled with strange smells and floating the dregs of life.

"There's nothing cherry blossoms there" right, including life...... Draenor forced himself not to continue, but another voice involuntarily echoed in his head. His original intention was just to give himself courage, there were no demons in the world at all, and the other party was just a Yazra who was carried away by his beastly nature.

He slung the pager to his chest, twisted the knob to the best enough to hear the team's voices, and before the courage was completely gone, he pushed open the door with a firebolt and walked towards the shadow.

The shattered tiles stung his feet through the soles of his boots, but they gave him an indescribable sense of steadiness, at least proving that there was really nothing here, and that the figures that had been here had been completely sealed in the dense cobwebs, as evidenced by the dust on the ground.

But it was still impossible to describe the emptiness of the place, and during the time it was abandoned, almost no one had ever visited the halls of the sanatorium, so the plants that had been suppressed continued to grow wildly. Moss and weeds bubbled up from the cracks in the tiles, chainmail-like creepers covered the walls, and something else filled the place—the rotting, disgusting smell of blood.

With the fiery hammer to his chest, Draenor continued along the only path, and with his proud vision he could only see within ten paces. But the darkness could not cover the pungent smell of blood, and he could almost see the silk threads that had solidified into the scent, and followed it up the stairs.

As he stepped up the last staircase, there was a crisp sound of glass shattering under his feet, and the piercing movement resonated with Dranor's tense nerves, and he quickly raised his fire gun to the left and right.

"Injection bottle......" He sighed as he looked at the rags at his feet, patted his chest and walked to the corridor on the second floor.

In front of the "outpatient room" and "treatment room", two rows of doors facing each other appeared, and it seemed that this was once a place for patients to be treated. The worn-out and rusty wheelchairs are toppled aside, and the IV stands are still neatly arranged in the room, but the patients and doctors are long gone, leaving only a ruin waiting to be "treated" by nature.

"Delaenau, we're on the first floor. The messenger seems to have spotted an anomaly in the west window on the second floor by the wall, and is trying to get there. ”

The paging box attached to his chest beeped, and Draenor sighed as if he were sighing. It seemed that the instructor had already arrived with two members of the first echelon, and he finally felt a little more at ease, bypassing the glass slag spread on the ground and walking to the west.

As he drew closer to the door that was open to the west, he could vaguely see a shadow flickering from the side of the hallway, followed by the sound of something hitting the IV stand. In such a quiet environment, any commotion rang like a bell, and Draenor turned the valve to the side, caught up with the doorframe, and leaned over to aim at the shadow.

Through the darkness and the constant steam from the barrel, Draenor could see the whole thing: a gray creature hidden in the collapsed wooden frame, its lower body almost completely submerged in the shadows, a long, bony arm stretched out in front of it, a feline with a bulging back, and a pair of glowworm-like eyes staring at the uninvited guest who broke into its lair.

With fingers clinging to the trigger, Draenor held his breath and calmly observed the creature's structure, trying to find any human-like traits to convince himself not to shoot.

Finally, a scarlet cavern opened in the darkness, and a few words were slowly and painstakingly spat out like a baby's words.

"Get out ......"

Undeterred by the warning, Draenor hid his right hand behind him, and moved closer to it. It was indeed a human, a zoomorphic patient to be exact, and although its body had been twisted into a form resembling a giant mouse, it might be inferred from the barely complete sentence that it still retained a shred of sanity.

As he continued to take a step, the creature let out a scream, pushed away the wooden frame that stood in his way, jumped down the crack, and disappeared in front of him.

"Draenor reports that creatures resembling bestiality patients have been found in the west ward on the second floor, and should have escaped to the first floor by now." He whispered to the pager on his chest with his face sideways, and subconsciously stepped forward.

There was a strong smell in the room, not just blood, but a stench of corpse decay. With the help of the faint light outside the window, Draenor could see the room clearly, and the withered creeper entered the room through the window frame, and the workbench on the left hand hand side was filled with various cloudy potions.

And looking back along the stench, a two-meter-long metal table was placed on the wall, carrying a puddle of flesh and blood that could not be seen to be visceral, offering "delicacies" to the black swarm of flies.

"Uh......" Draenor felt his stomach twitch instinctively, and he subconsciously looked away, but the terrifying scene was already engraved in his mind, and he was sure that this was the room he saw in Caesar's "picture", that is, all this was indeed the masterpiece of the plague doctor, and it was conceivable that the innocent victim was completely dead.

"Call Draenor, this is the first echelon, immediately rush to the room on the west side of the first floor."

It's Jett's voice...... Wait a minute, ground floor? Draenor suddenly realized something, the sanatorium had three floors, the top floor had collapsed and turned into an open balcony, and now only the first floor and the floor where he was still blocking the sun...... But this floor has basically been investigated, and nothing unusual has been seen except for the strange creature.

That is...... Draenor desperately hoped his guess was completely wrong, but he mustered up the courage to look down at the rift where the creature had fled.

The moment he lowered his head, he thought he had seen the Milky Way, the stars shining with a light green light, as if beckoning to him.

And when he leaned down to take a closer look, he finally saw the essence of the "Milky Way": those points of light moved regularly, exactly a shoulder-width apart from each other......

That's the eyes of countless double bestials!

"Don't go to the west side!" He hurriedly stood up, his lips pressed to the pager box and shouted to his teammates, but all he could do was a distorted beep, and a moment later, he saw what was going on downstairs.

The door to one side was opened, and Jett appeared in the doorway, holding the kerosene lamp in front of her, trying to see the room.

In the room, the eyes that shimmered green looked at the team members standing at the door at the same time, and greeted the knights with a terrifying, low groan......