"Knock knock."

Recalling this, the sound of a pounding glass interrupted the image in the fool's mind.

The fool turned his head and opened his eyes to see the person outside banging on the glass, and his eyebrows immediately tangled together.

Standing outside the glass wall was the red-clothed leader of the Cloud Worship Sect that he was still thinking about just now.

The red-clothed leader saw the fool looking at him, and a smile without the slightest warmth appeared on his face, and then the shape of his mouth slowly changed, and he said three words to the fool silently: "It's a pity."

Behind him, two red-clothed men who had been arrested together in the hospital were standing respectfully, and beside him stood a zombie doctor and the captain of the chengguan who had ordered them to be arrested.

The fool glanced outside the glass wall, then turned his head again, closed his eyes, and did not want to look again.

Yes, it's a pity, the fool and the other FFF members who were caught were about to be turned into food, and seeing that the two members of the Baiyun Sect who were caught together could stand outside the glass wall with the doctor Chengguan intact, there must be someone who paid enough sincerity for their lives.

Although the fool no longer looked at him, the red-clothed leader outside the glass wall still quietly watched the fool in the ICU ward for a while, until the captain of the chengguan became impatient and the iron helmet on his body rattled a few times, he withdrew his gaze and turned to walk outside. As the footsteps of several people faded away, the ICU ward area fell into a temporary calm.

For the fool, the interest of the leader of the redmen ends here. The fool is definitely not the first player in this game to shout great ideals, and he is definitely not the first person to lose his life because of these so-called great ideals.

Thinking of the faces with horror, despair and hatred in the ICU wards he had just passed, I don't know if they resented the more Baiyun sects that sent them here, or if they resented the fools who swept them into their ideals more.

Thinking of this, the corners of the leader of the red-clothed man once again hooked up a cold arc, and his steps were a little brisker.

I don't know how long it took, but the fool in the ward reopened his eyes at the sound of various monitoring instruments ticking. He squinted, turned his head slightly, and watched carefully for a moment to make sure that no one was watching him at this point. Because of what he was going to do next, he was slightly nervous, and the number of the heart rate on the instrument that monitored his heart rate began to rise, and the electrocardiogram drawn by the green lines also changed.

He quickly took a few deep breaths to calm his emotions. Now that his time was running out, he couldn't afford anything to attract the attention of the zombie doctors.

His actions were quite effective, and the data on the instrument gradually returned to normal levels.

After making sure that no one was watching him, a slight white light flashed between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, and a metal card the size of a business card was sandwiched between his fingers. As soon as his fingers flexed and stretched, the card flew to his right ankle and began to cut through the metal ring that bound him to his ankle. The same iron ring had one on all four limbs of his body. In the ICU, he was tightly bound to this hospital bed by these metal rings, and he had used all the time he could to cut three iron rings, and now the one on his feet was the last obstacle to his escape.

When he solves this last obstacle, all he needs to do is wait for the moment when his points are not enough to deduct the hospitalization fee and be pulled into the special copy of the hospital, and escape before being eaten.

There's no way, if he runs away before entering the special dungeon, he's still within the city, and the punishment for what he committed last time is not complete, not to mention the identity of a fugitive, he really can't enter the floating city from now on.

No, it's not psoriasis, it's a small ad

On the high podium, an advertising man in a suit and leather shoes was spitting and talking.

"Tradition, we not only want to develop new media, but also to continue the traditional strengths. Everywhere we look, our ads can take over. Just give me a chance, and I can put a little ad all over the moon. Of course, when carrying forward the tradition, we should also pay attention to innovation, for example, the materials of small advertisements can be more diverse, so that our publicity looks more upscale......"

Ability effect: If this ability can only produce small advertisements that meet your heart, will it seem boring? Okay, so let's tear up the sale and give you a little bit more so that you can manipulate the little ads you produce from a short distance.

Launch conditions: I said that it was a small advertisement, and I didn't want to do anything about the advertisement, how could it be launched? By the way, if you want to create an ad that is the size of the moon and can be seen by people on Earth, try to raise the level of this ability. However, with such a boring ability, will anyone really level up? I don't have confidence in this game of its own.

Now, what the fool uses to cut the hoop on his foot is a small advertising card made of metal. If you look closely at this card that is repeatedly doing cutting movements, you can also vaguely see a line of small words on it: "Retired old military doctor, please contact the phone ...... to treat your unspeakable secrets."

Under the cover of the rhythmic "tick-tock" sound of various monitoring instruments, the subtle sound of metal friction is well hidden. I don't know how long I controlled the small card to repeat the cutting action, but the right foot was finally released, and this last restraint was also untied.

The fool gently turned the ankle of his right foot, not daring to make a big move lest the iron ring fall off and reveal the flaw in advance. He moved his wrist and foot again to make sure nothing had gone wrong, and the small metal card slowly disappeared and melted into the air.

All he could do now was be patient. This life of patience, cutting, patience, he has been in this ICU for days. Although the ICU ward did not seal his abilities and props, it did seal his friend function. The zombie doctors only walked back and forth outside the glass walls to observe him, never communicating with him. This kind of day when no one speaks, his body is bound and unable to move, and he can only wait for the final ending alone, although it is only a few days, but it has already made him feel manic, and the air around him seems to have a thousand weights, which is constantly squeezing his spirit, as if he is a piece of plasticine that can be rubbed at will. If it weren't for the thought of wanting to run away and wanting to live, he would have really wanted to shout desperately.

Thankfully, it's his last day here.

I don't know how many of my buddies are still alive. After all, at this time yesterday, the ICU area had already been pulled into the copy once, and this meant that at least one partner, because of the lack of points, could only use his own flesh and blood to pay off the hospitalization fee.

The fool thought of the FFF members who were locked up in other ICU wards, and a feeling of guilt rose in his heart. He really didn't expect that the group of madmen from the Cloud Worship Sect would dare to beat people in the city. In his mind, it was just a doctrinal debate, and in the end, it had to pay such a price. Thinking of the two red-clothed men who had just been taken away by the leader of the red-clothed men and were unscathed, the fool's heart felt a little gloomy.

At the very least, there was no one from the FFF regiment to hand over the points for them and take them away.

After a while, you must save the others and leave together.

The fool clenched his fists and swore to himself.

While he was thinking nonsense, several figures in white coats walked towards the area where the ICU ward was located.

"Doctor Wang, I'm here early today!"

"It's Lao Liu, it's not like it's been my turn for a long time, so I'll come early today."

"Xiao Wu, isn't the emergency department busy today?"

"There is just a free space, and I will go back as soon as it is over."

"Xiao Wu is really diligent, you will definitely be the best next time."

"You're laughing."

……

"Warning, your area is about to coincide with the special dungeon 'What the Most Annoying Thing You Do', please keep unrelated personnel out of this area immediately. You are eligible for dungeons, so please be prepared. ”

When this prompt sounded in the fool's head, the fool suddenly opened his eyes. As his heart beat violently, the "ticking" sound of the monitoring equipment beside him became rapid.

"The overlap is complete, and the dungeon is officially begins."

Finally, after three duplicate warnings, the lights in the room suddenly dimmed, and a hazy black mist swirled around the ICU ward, which originally looked very new, and a trace of yellow color climbed up the white wall, and the glass wall was also pasted with a layer of gray dust, casting a sense of age on the room. The instruments that had been ticking around him also stopped working, silent, as if the room had been abandoned for a long time.

The copy began.