Since that day, Zhang San's condition has gradually improved.

At least the vital signs became very smooth.

But just tonight, Zhang San's situation changed again.

Inside the hospital room.

Zhang San looked crazy in a hospital gown, holding a marker pen in his hand, writing and drawing on the wall covered with protective materials.

At that time, two of the four walls had been written on two sides.

One side is filled with all kinds of ancient texts.

If Li Hao was here, he would definitely be able to recognize it. This is exactly the text used by practitioners in the Later Zhou era.

It is also the ancient text that Qiu Yan Dance called taboo!

And the text above is a personal name!

Yang Shuo!

Yang Muzhi!

Yang asked!

Yang Qing!

Yang Xian'er!

That's a family tree!

A genealogy that belongs to the Yang family!

On the other side is a painting.

Mountains and rivers, stars and rivers of the sun and moon.

It's messy.

It's like a shattered world.

Of course, if Li Hao is here, he can also recognize it.

This seemingly shattered world is the entrance and location of many caves and blessed lands!

And the wall that Zhang San is currently drawing is the third one.

It's just different from the first two walls.

This time it's a painting like no other.

It was a towering tree that was lush and green.

But the tree was lying sideways.

It's weird.

Zhang San was drawing while chanting words in his mouth.

"Everything is connected."

"Everything is connected."

Outside the ward.

"How long has he been doing this?"

Zheng Guoshang frowned, looked at the crazy Zhang San through the observation window, and asked tiredly.

Previously, he was in the field on official business.

got the information that Zhang San had an accident, and hurriedly put down what he was doing and rushed back.

But things were worse than he expected.

Zhang San's crazy appearance no longer looks like a normal person at all.

"An hour and a half."

"At around 8:23 tonight, Mr. Zhang suddenly woke up, full of energy and in good physical condition."

"And let us prepare some extra dinner."

"During the meal, Mr. Zhang's appetite was good and he didn't show anything abnormal."

"But at about 9:03, Mr. Zhang suddenly seemed to be sick, and while saying that everything was connected, he was writing and drawing on the wall with a marker."

The doctor's brow furrowed, and he couldn't help but sigh as he spoke.

He hadn't seen any kind of patient, but Zhang San really didn't have this situation.

Everything that could be inspected was checked.

Zhang San, both physically and mentally, can be called healthy.

It's not that sub-health state.

It is a state of health that can be compared to that of special forces.

But it was such a person who was not supposed to be sick that he suddenly became ill.

There were no signs.

Zheng Guoshang's brows furrowed more and more tightly when he heard this, and his heart was full of suppressed emotions.

The way of the world is getting worse and worse.

Zhang San is one of the biggest hole cards in Huaxia.

If something goes wrong with Zhang San, Huaxia is undoubtedly equivalent to one less prophet, and the loss will be great.

It's just that he's not a doctor either.

In the face of the doctor's conclusions, no evaluation can be made.

"Damn, what's wrong with me!"

Just when Zheng Guoshang was thinking about what to say, Zhang San suddenly woke up.

He looked at the mess in front of him, and then at the marker pen in his hand, which was no longer inkless, and couldn't help but feel horrified.

At this moment, he could recall all the memories of his madness.

I think back to the moment when I lost consciousness.

I think back to the moment I picked up the marker.

Think back to the moment when I sketched every word, every line.

But you can't bring it in at all.

It's like watching a stranger doodle casually.

It's obviously what I've just done, but it seems that it's not me who controls all this at all!

The more Zhang San thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he couldn't help but sit on the ground in despair.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang."

Zheng Guoshang walked into the room, came to Zhang San's side, bent over, and shouted carefully.

It's just that he wasn't sure about Zhang San's situation, so he didn't dare to touch the other party easily.

It was two Peugeot female nurses who stepped forward and helped Zhang San up from the ground.

"I~~~"

Zhang San sat on the hospital bed with the support of the nurse.

Facing Zheng Guoshang's concerned gaze, he shook his head with a wry smile.

"I've never had an experience like this, it's weird."

"It's like ......"

"Someone is controlling my body, but I can't do anything."

"I can only watch the other party control my body and then ......"

When Zhang San said this, he hugged the hospital bed and walked down with trembling legs.

Seeing this, the two female nurses hurriedly stepped forward to help.

This is a smooth landing.

Zhang San staggered to the wall full of names and said, "This is the name." ”

"What!?"

Zheng Guoshang followed closely beside Zhang San, looking at the wall full of strange words, and asked in surprise.

"These are the names!?"

"Who are they?"

"Why did Mr. Zhang write their names here?"

"The Human Emperor Ancient Clan!"

"They are the Human Emperor Ancient Clan."

Zhang San's expression was solemn, and his right hand gently stroked the handwriting that had been dried.

Starting with Yang Shuo, it finally stopped at Yang Xian'er's name.

"The Human Emperor Ancient Clan!!"

Hearing these four words, Zheng Guoshang's voice was a little sharper.

He still remembered what Zhang San said when he first sensed the Human Emperor Ancient Clan.

Beware of the ancient clan.

But Zhang San woke up later, and he couldn't remember this paragraph at all, let alone why he reminded Zheng Guoshang to be careful of the ancient clan.

Now, he once again learned about the Renhuang Gu clan from Zhang San's mouth.

It's just not the same as before.

This time it's the list of people of the Ancient Clan!

"Is there any meaning to this list?" , Zheng Guoshang asked eagerly.

He wanted an answer.

The Ancient Clan.

A list of the Ancient Clan.

What's the meaning of this?

"I don't know."

Zhang San's answer, although weak, was decisive.

It's refreshing.

Cheerfully made Zheng Guoshang's face twitch and wanted to hit someone.

You made it so big, played for so long, and you didn't know a word?

Isn't that a bit excessive?

"If we want to get the answer, we have to find it ourselves." , Zhang San didn't deliberately tease Zheng Guoshang, but he really didn't know why he wrote this.

I don't even know what I'm writing at all.

Zhang San staggered to the second picture.

He commanded, "Bring me a map of the world." ”

The doctor who received the order did not act, but looked at Zheng Guoshang.

It wasn't until Zheng Guoshang nodded that he could act.

Fortunately, world maps are not scarce.

In less than three minutes, someone ran over with a map more than a meter long.

Zhang San hurriedly took the map and carefully compared it with the ink treasure he had just left on the wall.

Although when he writes, he has a feeling that he is not in control. But deep down, there is also a slight abnormality.

In the dark, it was as if someone was telling him something.

For example, this chaotic horoscope map of mountains and rivers.

Zheng Guoshang did not bother Zhang San.

Others were even more afraid to bother.

Everyone just stood aside, watching Zhang San lying on the wall, looking at the wall for a while, and looking at the map in their hands for a while.

Suddenly, Zhang San shouted in surprise.

"Here's the map!"

"Map to the Immortal Cultivation Realm!"