D City under neon lights, a city that never sleeps with singing and dancing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

No one noticed the purple light flickering on the roof of the building, accompanied by a figure disappearing from time to time.

Wang Ye moved all the way with the six-pointed star teleportation array, he drank a bottle of healing potion, and recovered some skin injuries, but some of the more serious knife wounds still could not be recovered, and blood kept flowing out of his body, leaving drops of blood on the roofs of buildings.

Now like this, he can't go back to Gao Yuzi, no matter what, he has to heal the knife wound first.

Blood therapy can't be used on him, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't have a way to treat it, because this is a familiar human world, and there is a place called a hospital.

Wang Ye turned into a little girl, and touched the wall all the way to the outside of a white building.

D Central Hospital, the most authoritative medical institution in the city.

As soon as he entered the door, the nurse on duty was immediately frightened.

"Oh my God, what's going on, kid. She hurriedly ran over.

The severe pain of the wound made Wang Ye a little unstable, and the nurse hurriedly supported Wang Ye's body and pressed the alarm bell in the emergency room with her backhand.

Several white coats immediately ran out of their respective doors, and their faces were shocked when they saw Wang Ye's injuries. It was not the severity of Wang Ye's injuries that some surgeons had seen much more scenes than this, and what really surprised them was that such a young child could walk to the hospital alive after suffering such a serious knife wound.

The miracle of life, they can only think so.

"Rescue immediately!" a white coat said loudly, and the two nurses hulala pushed a stretcher bed, put Wang Ye on the bed, and pushed it all the way to the emergency room. Wang Ye looked at the swaying ceiling in a daze, and the shadowless lamp "snapped" in front of his eyes, casting a trance white shadow.

This picture is so familiar, when he was suffering from cancer, he also experienced such a life and death disaster several times.

The ECG monitor next to him sounded the sound of "drip-drip-drip-drip-", the cover of the ventilator was buckled to his mouth, several doctors untied his clothes, and the anesthesiologist began to anesthetize, but it was a pity that this human anesthetic had almost no effect on Wang Ye.

Two sling bags were transfused with fluids and blood at the same time, and the surgeon skillfully began stitches.

Human medical technology, combined with Wang Ye's strong physical fitness, reached a perfect combination at this time. Unconsciously, Wang Ye could feel that his health was slowly recovering, everything in front of him flickered vaguely, and a wave of sleepiness swept up uncontrollably, and he soon fell asleep.

I don't know how long I spent in my slumber, but when I woke up again, I was surrounded by bright walls, and the sun was shining outside, and it was close to noon.

He found himself in the intensive care unit, the ventilator on his lips and the smooth sound of the ECG monitor next to him.

"It's been so long......"

He shook his head slightly, took off the ventilator from his mouth, and struggled to sit up from the hospital bed.

"Ouch, it hurts......"

A dull pain spread from the wound in his abdomen to his whole body, and when he opened the quilt, he saw that the position of his abdomen was tightly wrapped in bandages for many times, and there were still blood stains oozing out of the bandage.

"Squeak. The door to the ward opened, and a little nurse with freckles walked in with a cart filled with medicine.

"Patient 403, it's time for a dressing change. The nurse walked towards Wang Ye with a small hanging bottle, and when she approached Wang Ye's bedside, she saw that the patient turned over without saying a word, and suddenly an extra revolver suddenly appeared in her right hand, which was aimed directly at her head.

The nurse was stunned.

Wang Ye looked at her coldly and said, "Is it interesting?" ”

The little nurse smiled bitterly and put down the hanging bottle in her hand.

"Hehe, you're still so sharp. ”

She raised her head and wiped her hand on her face, and a fake face turned white was torn off, revealing that innocent and seductive face.

"Just swaggering in, you don't take me seriously. Wang Ye pulled the trigger without thinking about it, and the bullet "slammed" through Yan Sheng's head and hit the wall behind him.

However, if you look closely, there is no wound on Yan Sheng's head, and two small space doors, one horizontal at the position where the bullet came from, and the other horizontal at the back of Yan Sheng's head, directly led the bullet over.

"What a big bastard. ”

Wang Ye glanced at Yan Sheng boredly, and put away the gun heartily.

"People who have gone to the realm of death, where is there a saying that fate is great. Yan Sheng smiled casually and sat down gently beside Wang Ye's bed: "What do you say?

"You came here to find me, didn't you come to visit the patient?" Wang Ye looked at her coldly and said, "If you want to visit the patient, remember to bring fruits and flower baskets next time." ”

"Why can't we come here to visit the sick?" Yan Sheng smiled and brought his white face closer to Wang Ye's face: "The two of us are the only trialists in the living world, rare compatriots. And you know what? The hospital is the best place for our compatriots to communicate. ”

"Why?" Wang Ye was puzzled.

"Because there are so many dead and dying people here, even the Grim Reaper will not set foot in this place easily. Yan Sheng smiled: "You should know better than me, the Grim Reaper often hides his body and follows the trialists, but this is only occasional, and in this place of the hospital, the Grim Reaper is reluctant to follow." Here, even if he hides his form, many dying people will see him. ”

"It's the most joke I've ever heard. Wang Ye laughed disdainfully.

"It's true, people who are dying have extraordinary spiritual consciousness a few days before they die. Yan Sheng said in a deep voice: "For example, I had it at that time." ”

Wang Ye was stunned for a moment and looked at Yan Sheng.

"At the beginning, I watched the bodies of some people who had just died being stolen by death and sent to the realm of death. Yan Sheng looked at Wang Ye's eyes very seriously: "The ferryman of the River Styx, the god of death Charon, chooses the target living, counts down for the living, executes the living and brings them into the dead world entirely, and then leaves a fake corpse to the ignorant world." You know, from the moment I entered the Dead Realm, I knew that there were Grim Reapers, and even knew how they worked in the Living Realm in general. Remember when you first walked in here, you read the precepts about the 'survivors'? It is a person whose body and soul have all come to the dead realm, so our body is our body when we were alive. In fact, many trialists are not really approaching, but the Death Realm has chosen him. ”

Wang Ye frowned slightly: "Why did you suddenly come over and tell me this?"

"Don't you like it? I think you're fascinated by it. Yan Sheng smiled.

Wang Ye was embarrassed for a moment: "Okay, I admit that you successfully caught my attention, so what are you trying to express by saying this?"

"I just wanted to tell you that the Grim Reaper they have their own system, their own rules, their own missions, and ...... own limitations. They are not ethereal beings, they are just beings in a different world from us. They are like tigers, when humans don't know about them, they can only be brutally taken away, but one day when humans know them well enough and have enough abilities, they can also be served to the table. "Yan Sheng is meaningful.