Under Dong Shi's curious gaze, Murong Zhengqing led him upstairs and spoke eloquently.

Qi Kai Hospital.

In the white office, Murong Qing sat on the leather chair with deep frowns, as if dark clouds were shrouded in the mountains, looking like a storm was coming.

In front of him stood respectfully three men in white coats, with masks pulled down and hanging around their necks, the youngest of the three men was only in his early thirties, and the oldest was about fifty.

Murong Qing looked at the inspection report in his hand and only felt that the sky was falling apart - how could such a thing happen in the real world? It's a horror movie.

After more than ten minutes of silence, Murong Qing put down the inspection sheet in his hand and stared at the three people in front of him with a look of a monster: "Are you sure that this test is not wrong?"

"Dean, there is absolutely nothing wrong with this report, we didn't believe it at first, but then we checked it three times, and there is absolutely nothing wrong!" The youngest man spoke respectfully, seeing that Murong Qing was not surprised at all, he blushed, trying his best to prove that what he said was true. But such a thing is really hard to argue.

Murong Qing also knew that it was impossible for them to lie, but how could people believe such a thing?

With an indescribable mood, Murong Qing read the report three times, and made sure that it was not his own eyes that had a problem, so he waved his hand at the three of them tiredly: "Let's go out." He desperately needed to be quiet.

The words have to start with the corpse of the homeless man dissected by Yu Xiaobai and Murong Zhengqing last time.

After the two children left, he asked the doctors to study the disease, and after a month, the doctors who studied the homeless man found that although the deceased was no longer breathing, the cells in the body were still alive.

At first, everyone speculated that it should be a new type of virus, but later after in-depth dissection and research, it was found -

The corpse is only decomposed on the inside, intact on the outside, and the epidermal cells are still dividing and multiplying!

So, the corpse lying in the morgue now is just a soulless but still alive corpse......

Lin Xiao is the youngest of the three men who just walked out of the dean's office.

As soon as he went out, he couldn't hide the excitement on his face - he didn't expect that there were such strange things in the world, medicine is really a wonderful thing. If this kind of virus is announced in the medical community, will they be able to leave a medical history by opening a hospital?

"Ahem! Ahem, ahem! Ahem......"

Wu Feng, the doctor who was walking beside Lin Xiao, suddenly coughed violently. Wu Feng covered his mouth, coughing with a pale face and red eyes, as if he was willing to cough out his lungs.

However, Lin Xiao and another doctor, Chen Zhou, hurriedly took a step back, and their strange and probing eyes looked back and forth on Wu Feng.

With Wu Feng's cough, a rancid smell spread in the air. Even the pungent disinfectant water in the hospital could not hide it.

Lin Xiao looked at Wu Feng's eyes flashed, and only after Wu Feng's cough eased did he ask, "Teacher Wu, ...... you?"

Wu Feng's eyes dodged, embarrassed and didn't dare to look at the eyes of the two juniors, and hurriedly said perfunctorily: "It's nothing, it's nothing...... I also have a patient who went first. After saying that, he ran away.

Turning the corridor, Wu Feng quietly covered his mouth and strode towards the toilet......

"Teacher Wu is not quite right." Lin Xiao turned his head to look at Chen Zhou, his expression was very meaningful.

Chen Zhou is a straight person, not as many twists and turns as Lin Xiao, and directly said his guess: "Well, this smell is almost exactly the same as that corpse, it seems that Teacher Wu is infected, and he must report to the dean!"

Lin Xiao looked at Chen Zhou without saying a word, but there was a hint of an inconspicuous smile on the corner of his mouth - who can't see such a simple thing? Just tell the dean about this kind of thing, but this bad guy is not what everyone wants to be. is the only piece of wood that Chen Zhou is so dedicated.

"Lin Xiao, you go and isolate the medical staff, don't let people touch the corpse again, I'll go and tell the dean now!"

The virus is contagious and must be acted upon quickly and urgently. Chen Zhou instructed Lin Xiao, and regardless of whether the other party listened or not, he turned around and went back to the office he had just left......

There was a gloomy night breeze blowing on the rooftop, cold and dreary, standing on the rooftop and looking down, the playground was full of colors, and if you listened carefully, you could hear the singing of the ups and downs in the air from the playground.

Dong Shi frowned suspiciously after listening to Murong Zhengqing's experience during military training, and his right index finger unconsciously rubbed his chin: "Those people's heads exploded?" But the real cause of death was suffocation? The head exploded from the inside? ”

"It's true, and there was more than one person who died, there were more than a dozen bodies there, but all of them were suppressed by the military."

"This ......" Dong Shi gritted his teeth and looked up at the night sky weakly.

He had heard this strange phenomenon from his master when he was a child, but—

There is a kind of ghost called a ghost brain worm, but it is not a bug, but a ghost. It burrows into people's brains, sucks people's souls, and after devouring people's souls, it will break out of the body, that is, the head will explode.

There is a 30% chance that the situation Ah Zheng said may be a ghost brain worm, but there is still a 70% chance that it can't be - a ghost brain worm can be said to be a treasure of the netherworld, how could it run to a military base? Ghost Brain Bugs - Is it really such a scary thing?

Downstairs, the shadows of the trees were layered, the moon sank into the clouds, and the stars flickered and dimmed.

Murong Zhengqing stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the downstairs.

The eighteenth floor of the No. 2 teaching building is a whole eighteen, and when you look down, except for the tops of the two old locust trees at the bottom of the building, the rest of the place is pitch black, like a pool of cold black ink, ready to swallow everything at any time.

In the darkness below, Murong Zhengqing saw two reddish-green lights, which were clinging to the wall, as if looking upstairs with two eyes.

He stopped breathing, hesitated, bent down to see clearly.

As if he had been alarmed by Murong Zhengqing's movements, those two points of light became bigger and bigger, brighter and brighter, and came towards the rooftop at an extremely fast speed.

Murong Zhengqing breathed a little, and looked at the two bits of light, which were in front of him in the blink of an eye—this was a rotten face.

There was a cold red-green glow in the sockets of the black holes, and maggots burrowed in and out of the face with impunity, black and yellow pus forming slimy silk threads along the chin.

Rao is not the first time Murong Zhengqing has seen a ghost, and it is also the first time that he has been in such close contact with a ghost, and he is also so frightened that he is suffocated, not to mention that he is not a Taoist priest or a yin-yang warlock.

The ghost pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, and the foul smell of pus and blood in his mouth burst out, so much so that Murong Zhengqing almost lost his breath. It raised its white hand, which looked like flesh had been sliced clean, and grabbed it towards Murong Zhengqing's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

The white bone stopped half an inch away from Murong Zhengqing's head, and Dong Shi, who had come back from his contemplation, rushed up, and a piece of talisman paper with golden light was pasted on the forehead of the thing.

The next moment, the thing suddenly disappeared, and only the rune paper attached to the thing's forehead slowly floated to the ground in the air.

Dong Shi breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time grabbed Murong Zhengqing's hand even harder.

Murong Zhengqing looked at the place where the thing disappeared and asked suspiciously, "That ghost is gone?" Or ......"

"That's not a ghost." He let go of Murong Zhengqing's hand, straightened out his somewhat messy clothes, and then stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the playground in the distance.

Dong Shi doesn't know how long this ghost domain has been here, but it is already extremely powerful!

"Not a ghost?" What is that?

"It's just a conjured puppet controlled by this building, this ghost domain needs a soul, and it just wanted to kill you."

What is Ghost Domain? Is the Ghost Realm a place where there are no living and no dead?

Murong Zhengqing couldn't understand what Dong Shi was saying, and he didn't want to touch things like yin and yang, and now he was just forced, but he didn't want to know more, as long as he could get through it safely this time.

"There are no ghosts in our school." Murong Zhengqing sighed softly, not knowing what he was thinking.