Fang Yuan's heart seemed to be squeezed fiercely by a powerful palm, and it seemed that the blood and qi in his whole body had instantly gathered on the Heavenly Spirit Cover, and with a sound of his brain, cold sweat soaked through his thin clothes.

Almost in the next moment, Fang Yuan suddenly looked around, but the real white shadow in the trance just now was nowhere to be found.

Lounge!

The white shadow seems to be coming from that direction!

An inexplicable restlessness and uneasiness suddenly rose in Fang Yuan's heart, a faint cool breeze gently patted the back of his neck, and those huge eyes seemed to be staring at him from behind, their expressions were full of ridicule and mockery.

Fang Yuan's body hadn't fully recovered, but at this time, he couldn't take care of much. He immediately used his aura to improve his acuity, and his body instantly rushed towards the direction of the lounge at a speed of nearly forty miles.

The dark shadows are like paths in the secluded forest, hazy and hazy, stretching away. There seems to be no end in sight, and it seems that there is an end under our feet.

Fang Yuan was very sure that he hadn't gone far when he came out, and the hospital was not too big, and it was easy to run back and forth at his current speed. But after running for a long time, there are still lifeless shadows in front of him.

A trace of despair rose in Fang Yuan's heart for no reason, at this time, time and space seemed to be just cognitive illusions, they could not be touched, perhaps never existed, the scenes of the past were always the same, shadows, darkness, gusts of yin wind and those eyes that wantonly peeked into his heart.

Even if he was desperate in his heart, Fang Yuan still wouldn't pray, because he didn't know who to pray. At the moment when his consciousness was almost in a trance, a dark green cotton curtain appeared in front of him as if it had fallen from the sky.

It's strange that it's summer, how could a hospital be in such a hurry to use this thing?

Approaching the door curtain, Fang Yuan seemed to faintly feel gusts of cold wind whistling behind it. As his hand touched the rough surface, a chill that didn't belong to the season at all stung his fingertips.

Fang Yuan decided to open this door curtain, and he was going to walk over.

The slightly dirty dark green became deeper and deeper against the shadows, like the ghost bride sitting there, quietly waiting for the moment when the hijab was lifted. But under the bright red hijab was not festivity, but a dry bone of carrion and dead air that eroded the lungs.

But the tragedy of life is often like this, Fang Yuan's heart told him that there was no other way to go but to lift it and walk past. So he took a deep breath and lifted the heavy curtain.

A gust of cold wind blew, making Fang Yuan couldn't help but tremble all over.

He seems to be in the wrong place, but in fact there is no other way to go. Fang Yuan didn't know which part of the hospital was here, or if it was a part of the city hospital.

The gray walls were painted with pale green protective paint, the dilapidated wooden doors were long gone, the broken glass fragments were scattered all over the floor, creaking and creaking when stepped on, and the miserable white door signs swayed in the cold wind, and only a few of the words on them could barely be read.

It looks like this is supposed to be a hospital abandoned place, which is too old and seems to be leaning back to the pre-liberation period.

There was no figure, it was very quiet, the only sound was the sound of the wind and the creaking of Fang Yuan's feet on the glass. But he always felt that something was moving around here, like a legendary ghost, and you could feel its presence, but you couldn't see it or touch it.

Further down, it's more like a yellowed old photograph, and some kind of thought or obsession surrounds it for a long time that can't be dissipated.

When Fang Yuan passed by the door of a room, he clearly felt the busyness inside.

Curiosity is a scary thing that can sometimes even make people forget about situations. Finally, Fang Yuan couldn't help but look through the crack in the hidden door.

No one, nothing, just some worn-out instruments and a patchy old bed.

Fang Yuan glanced up at the door number of this room, the white paint on the broken wooden blocks had already fallen off, and it looked very much like the surface of a skin patient. The words on it are vague, but you can still see clearly, and the twisted and twisted three pieces are written - operating room.

Fang Yuan's heart couldn't help but throb a little when he saw these three words, after all, there were not a few terrifying legends about this kind of scene. Although there were really ghosts here, Fang Yuan now also had the strength to fight, but in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he still chose to leave this door quickly.

At the end of the front was a dark green cotton curtain, Fang Yuan had a feeling that the white shadow just now was behind this curtain. He cautiously approached the curtain, his fingers lightly resting on it, cold as iron.

Fang Yuan clearly felt that those strange eyes seemed to be laughing at him, but he insisted on forcing himself and tricking himself into escaping from that feeling, as if he couldn't feel it at all.

At this moment, a pile of sticky objects suddenly fell from it and hit Fang Yuan's shoes, so startled that he suddenly pulled back that foot, and instantly shattered the glass slag on the ground.

Looking back at it, that thing was exactly the same thing that Zhang Zhiyi had spit out in the shopping bag! It looked very disgusting, but Fang Yuan didn't have the heart to squat down and clean his shoes at the moment.

He tried his best to restrain the inexplicable fear in his heart, and kept a steady pace as much as he could, moving forward slowly, as if he was afraid that he would inadvertently break a slightly larger piece of glass and alarm something.

Suddenly, something slapped him lightly behind Fang Yuan, and his tense nerves were instantly broken countless times, and he really felt the illusion of a soul leaving his body.

"Help me...... Fang Yuan...... Help me......"

Faintly, Fang Yuan seemed to hear Zhang Zhiyi's weak cry for help behind him. It wasn't an illusion, he could really feel it. So Fang Yuan turned his head suddenly, but there was nothing behind him, only those failed door numbers dangling there inexplicably.

Fang Yuan slapped himself fiercely, constantly warning himself that these should be just illusions. Zhang Zhiyi is on a drip in the lounge at the moment, there is a big friend of Qiu guarding her, how can she appear in this ghost place, how is it possible!

"Fear...... It's the greatest sin that lurks in your heart......"

At this moment, a familiar sounding voice slowly came from behind Fang Yuan, that kind of regret, that kind of peculiar sadness. He seemed to be able to feel the solemn expression of the speaker and the glint of grief in his eyes.

Fang Yuan turned his head abruptly again, there was still nothing, only the dark green curtain shrouded in shadows at the end was quietly watching him. In the moment he froze, the white figure flickered through the side of the curtain and into a room.

It turned out to be the doctor on duty in the inpatient department!

Although it was very vague, Fang Yuan was confident that he would never be wrong! It must be him!

Fang Yuan finally caught a glimmer of light, and he quickly adjusted his aura distribution. But just as he was about to chase after him, he felt something watching him. It's not the same eyes as before, but this time it seems to be ...... A lot of eyes.

Fang Yuan sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, so he looked around.

I saw that the empty room before was filled with mutilated dark figures at some point, some missing arms, some missing legs, some intestines exposed, and some with a slit in their heads.

I couldn't see their faces clearly, and I could only see a pair of bright red eyes on their dark faces. They were all quiet, just looking at Fang Yuan motionlessly.

"Help me...... Fang Yuan...... Help me......"

Zhang Zhiyi, Fang Yuan heard Zhang Zhiyi's voice again, and this time the source of the voice turned out to be one of those dark shadows. His panicked gaze followed the direction from which the voice came, but he couldn't tell which one was the one who made the sound.

"Help me...... Fang Yuan...... Help me......"

"Help me...... Fang Yuan...... Help me......"

Zhang Zhiyi's voice seemed to cause some kind of resonance in the black shadows, and the other black shadows also called out with him.

Fang Yuan's gaze instantly broke free from the control of his thoughts, and he involuntarily rotated between the black shadows with the sound of the call, a faint feeling of dizziness numbing his originally tense nerves. He felt the air stored in his chest seem to be gradually passing away, and the painful suffocation feeling became more and more intense.

Fang Yuan...... You said you would be with me for the rest of your life......"

Xiao Man's voice was like a life-saving spring in the desert, making him gasp for breath at the moment when Fang Yuan was about to suffocate, and the black shadows around him were no longer sound, and only his heavy breath was left in the entire corridor.

"Help me...... Fang Yuan...... Help me......"

After a while, Zhang Zhiyi's voice appeared behind Fang Yuan again, and he turned his head suddenly, only to see a black shadow with the same figure as Zhang Zhiyi standing behind him with a slight bow in pain.

"Help me...... Fang Yuan...... Help me......"

The black shadow let out Zhang Zhiyi's voice again, and tried to reach over and grab Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan wanted to step forward to catch her, but his intuition told him to flash backwards. The black shadow's petite body threw itself into the air and slammed to the ground, but it didn't make any sound as if it hadn't touched anything.

Fang Yuan stared at the black shadow on the ground, the black shadow slowly raised his head, stretched out one arm in his direction, and said as if he was slightly sad: "Save me...... Fang Yuan...... Help me......"

Then, all the black shadows slowly walked in the direction of Fang Yuan at the same time, and all the black shadows kept chanting the same sentence in their mouths: "Help me...... Fang Yuan...... Help me......"

"Ah......h

Fang Yuan's mental endurance had reached its limit, his mind suddenly went blank, and he only had one thought left: I want to run! I want to get out of here! I have to get out of here!

At this moment, a black shadow's hand grabbed Fang Yuan, and he used all his strength to slam it violently, and the black shadow's entire arm was shaken off by him.

Seeing this, the other black shadows seemed to be about to rush forward, Fang Yuan quickly raised his keen attribute to the extreme with lightning speed, and frantically ran towards the dark green curtain where there was still a glimmer of hope with all his strength.

One by one, black shadows kept scratching behind Fang Yuan, and occasionally one or two had even touched the hem of his clothes. Fang Yuan's speed was approaching a hundred miles under the support of the Extreme Keen Attribute, but Rao was still pounced on by a black shadow.

"Ah......h

With a hysterical roar, finally, Fang Yuan felt that he had reached his limit. It's not the limit of Reiki, it's not the limit of the body, it's the limit of the spirit.

One by one, black shadows rushed onto his body one after another, and although he didn't feel any pressure, Fang Yuan began to slowly lose his breath. Gradually, he relaxed, and his eyes began to lose focus, as if he had given up hope of life.

At the moment when Fang Yuan's world was silent, a light as bright as moonlight suddenly came, instantly illuminating this originally gloomy corridor......