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Rosie looked ordinary, as if she was really just an ordinary patient.

The only thing that was special was that his face was surprisingly white.

“How does someone like this end up in the ICU?”

Zhao Guangli said.

The spiritual vision swept through and found that Rossi's body did not have any supernatural power.

"Who knows..."

Kui Shi smiled and said: "This time the death battle will be eliminated."

Jingle bells.

The bell rings.

The ringing of the bell means that meal time is over.

A large number of nurses filed in and carefully escorted the patients into their wards.

"Remember our agreement."

Before leaving, Kui Yan blinked at Zhao Guangli.

Zhao Guangli's expression was cold, without any expression.

This Kuiyu seems to be very proficient in this kind of conversation. It is estimated that every time a new person comes, she will do it again, just to make her presence felt.

After Zhao Guangli got some rough information, he ignored it.

The patients in the intensive care unit are all monsters suffering from demonic lesions. There is no doubt that Kui Shi believes in demons, but she looks normal. This is the biggest abnormality.

When he returned to his room, the headless minced meat in the room had been cleaned up.

My identity number 013 has also become the new identity number 211.

The front is engraved with [i] representing critically ill patients.

This place is different from the inpatient department. Zhao Guangli, who put on the restraint device again, was confined to the room and could not leave under any circumstances.

Zhao Guangli sat on the bed with calm eyes.

After seeing all kinds of strange patients, he probably had an idea in his mind.

In the third level of dreamland, the vast majority of seriously ill patients can be easily suppressed.

The strength displayed by the headless patient before was at best the level of the peak official level.

In this way, the top level of combat power should be around high level.

Although Zhao Guangli is now suppressed below the higher level, his body and puppet's combat power is still strong, so killing a higher level person is not a big problem.

"The mental hospital in Elland Mortal..."

Zhao Guangli whispered softly: "If this is the real Elan Demon City, I'm afraid these monsters are close to false gods."

The girl closed her eyes and began to take a nap.

…

in the monitor.

Losers was communicating with countless black figures.

"Number 211, [Evil God Girl], is good at communicating with evil gods in the void and using various secret techniques."

"Although it is a creature found in the wasteland, it is speculated that it should come from Ancient Xilai, the Demon God Empire."

"He killed Headless easily, so his level should be pretty good."

Black shadows surged and made strange noises.

"It doesn't matter, just hurry up and fight."

"In the name of the red moon, I want to see the most terrifying monster."

"Yes, the most interesting thing is when humans kill each other."

Losers bowed, his expression extremely respectful.

The time of dreams cannot be measured in any unit at all.

Just in a blink of an eye, half a month passed.

At least in Zhao Guangli's mind, it seemed that he had just taken a short nap.

When the nurses opened the door to the ward and asked him to walk out wearing a restraining device, Zhao Guangli understood that the legendary ward brawl had begun.

“Interesting and interesting.”

Zhao Guangli was not too worried.

On the contrary, he was looking forward to the strange shapes his opponents would have.

There was the sound of insects in the darkness.

The air carried the smell of disinfectant. There was a big red moon on the label of each disinfectant, which seemed to represent some kind of logo.

Ten patients formed a group, and there was a legendary brawl in the ward.

Each group was left with four living patients.

One of the nurses whispered the rules of the battle into his ear, making Zhao Guangli understand the current situation better.

"Patients in the inpatient department will also be selected."

When Zhao Guangli was still wondering that there didn't seem to be so many seriously ill patients in the Festering Mental Hospital, the second sentence came as expected.

Zhao Guangli was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of his mouth.

There is such a thing.

Pushing open the door, there is a snow-white ward.

The ward is oval-shaped and divided regularly and evenly.

"Don't show up, don't show up, don't show up..."

From Zhao Guangli's left, someone's low voice of prayer came.

There was fear and panic in the voice.

The nurse pushed Zhao Guangli forward and sealed the door behind Zhao Guangli.

The steel door groaned in pain.

Zhao Guangli's suppression device was released in an instant and fell to the ground.

Ten steel gates, ten patients.

All shapes, all colors, humans and weird things.

"012,077,034..."

Zhao Guangli scanned it quickly.

The nine patients were also looking at the patients around them.

Look around each other cautiously.

The first few seconds were peaceful, but as soon as his eyes fell on Zhao Guangli, his expression suddenly changed.

"i-211..."

"What?"

"Seriously... critically ill patients."

Every seriously ill patient is a monster who has suffered from an abnormal illness and is deeply contaminated by the red moon.

Under normal circumstances, in the early stages of a death battle, monsters of this level are unlikely to be encountered. After all, the number of patients in the inpatient ward is more than a hundred times that of the intensive ward.

Everyone was horribly afraid of this amazingly beautiful girl in front of them.

Wards don't lie.

That capital i is the scariest proof.

Everyone's eyes were turned to him.

Coincidentally, the patients in the general inpatient department turned their evil eyes towards him.

Get rid of the seriously ill patients first and then talk about the rest.

Zhao Guangli didn't care about the solemn atmosphere in the air.

At the same time, slender fingers stretched out and began to move.

It made a clicking sound, and in the end it almost broke.

But relying on his own terrifying resilience, he recovered as before.

Time, tick tock, passed.

Outside, the steel door is opened.

Zhao Guangli walked out of the door expressionlessly.

The vague fluctuations on his body made the surrounding caregivers feel extremely frightened.

"Evil God Girl..."

Zhao Guangli heard whispers not far away, which seemed to be discussing him.

Severely ill patients are invincible among ordinary patients.

Like tigers and sheep, there is no way to escape.

The caregivers looked inside and saw countless pieces of flesh and blood mixed together, along with a large number of steel blades.

Extremely cruel.

"First place?"

Zhao Guangli looked at the scene.

I'm alone for now.

Zhao Guangli was very satisfied with himself.

A minute later, a door was opened.

A woman with a decadent face and a vague green surge on her body.

Her eyeballs bulged as high as a goldfish.

"The daughter of green plants, Osha, the one who holds the sacred tree beast."

Zhao Guangli vaguely remembered that there should be no formal classification of extraordinary beings in this era. Such humans who can control demons should be uniformly classified into the category of monsters.

Osha saw Zhao Guangli, and her bulging goldfish eyes seemed a little surprised. She stared at Zhao Guangli for two seconds.

It seemed hard for her to believe that someone could actually be faster than herself.

Zhao Guangli looked calm and didn't care about Osha's prying eyes, he just observed Osha.

Osha seemed to be chewing something in his mouth, which seemed to be the flesh and blood of some kind of creature.

Seeing Zhao Guangli looking towards her, Osha grinned.

This expression shows the flesh and blood in the mouth.

It’s something like colored skin…

Zhao Guangli's eyes moved.

This color scheme seems to be the same as the tattoo on the neck of the woman named Kui Shi.

While thinking about it, Osha started to retching.

A slender finger spit out from his mouth.

Those fingers with nail polish made Zhao Guangli finally convinced.

"There is nothing I can do. This cannot be considered a breach of contract on my part."

Zhao Guangli didn't feel any fluctuation in his heart.

Kuiyu tried her best to win over others, but unfortunately, she encountered what she thought was the seeded player in the first round of the Death Brawl.

The followers of the demon god Naberish have now become the food of others.

It's really bad luck. After all, there are too many ordinary patients, and it is really rare for two serious patients to be assigned together.

Rumble.

The earth trembled.

The giant Vega bent down and walked out of the door.

He was covered in blood, and he was basically a bloody man.

At the same time, the mechanical device above his body began to rotate and made a violent sound.

Mechanical giant, Zhao Guangli always wonders, what is the difference between this guy and the ancient mechanical giant Yang Ning of the Academy of Mechanical Science? It doesn't look any different.

As time goes by, there are more and more winners.

Zhao Guangli also discovered that as long as there is a room for critically ill patients, only this patient will come out.

The remaining nine people were all killed, just like the room where he was.

And even if they are all rooms for ordinary patients, it is rare that all four people survive.

Time continues to pass.

In the end, many patients came out alive. When they saw that all of them were seriously ill, they basically fainted.

Although everyone is a mental patient, there are differences between patients.

at last……

Zhao Guangli raised his head.

From the door, a thin young man walked out slowly, pushing up his glasses.

He bit his fingers frantically, almost drawing blood from his fingers.

The glasses were broken and looked very ugly.

"Rosie."

Zhao Guangli remembered this person's name.

He didn't know how this guy got into the intensive care unit. After all, he was really just an ordinary person, at least according to Zhao Guangli's level.

Ordinary patients are really weak, that is, compared to severely ill patients.

For low-level transcendent beings, they are all monsters.

Zhao Guangli glanced at Luo Xi twice.

"There is a sense of familiarity, but I can't detect the source. Is it blurry because I'm in a dream?"

Zhao Guangli looked at Luo Xi.

There's nothing special about her, and her hair is dry, but it looks pretty good even though it's messy.

"How did this guy do it?"

A short patient made a snoring sound, and there were vague shadows of insects twisting on his body.

Beside him, a huge worm made the same sound of appreciation.

"That's right, that's right..."

It was indeed true, Zhao Guangli remembered that this worm seemed to be his patient.

…

"Rosie, it's like this again."

"Ordinary patients all kill each other and die."

Losers made a dissatisfied sound.

In the monitor, the content just now is played back.

Rossi did nothing and was chewing his fingers in the corner. The sickly young man seemed to have never appeared in everyone's sight from beginning to end.

But from beginning to end, the administrators of the mental hospital never saw Rosie display any extraordinary powers.

It seemed as if everything was going according to plan.

"Rosie...what are his symptoms?"

The caregiver at the back was flipping through the manual and seemed to be consulting Rossi's file.

"Red Moon Syndrome..."

"Body detection is the most classic tentacle shape."

"This guy's psychology is sometimes normal, but at other times, it mutates and becomes extremely crazy."

When Losers heard these contents, he seemed to remember something.

"It's the lunatic who clamored to [create the only light], right?"

"Under the rule of noble true humans, humans are nothing more than livestock in captivity."

Losers' eyes sharpened.

The tall and thin body was shaking constantly.

"Next game, arrange him well."

"yes."

…

Two player battle?

Zhao Guangli frowned.

Ward brawl, second round.

You will be randomly assigned a patient to engage in a two-on-two battle.

Zhao Guangli felt that this festering mental hospital really treated the patients as toys. What was the meaning of this?

If Zhao Guangli's scope of action hadn't been limited to the Festering Mental Hospital, he would have really wanted to see where the danger came from, don't look out the window on the communicator.

What does the red moon called [Ancient God] represent in this crazy country?

A short break.

Zhao Guangli was sitting and thinking.

Someone seemed to be making excited sounds around them.

The possibilities of this sound are also very simple.

"There should be ordinary patients assigned to patients in the intensive care unit, so that they can hold their thighs."

Zhao Guangli's idea just now was simpler.

Patients, what patients do you want?

Just kill your teammates together. You won't be worried if you have a weird mental patient next to you.

But the mental hospital seems to have such a premonition, probably because too many such things happened in previous death battles.

It is forbidden to hurt teammates on the same team!

Violators will be eliminated and killed directly.

"Tsk."

Zhao Guangli was a little dissatisfied.

Under this distribution situation, if two seriously ill patients are assigned together, they will be killed.

but……

Zhao Guangli was not afraid.

My own strength is more than enough to deal with such a guy.

Even as he was thinking about it, Zhao Guangli felt a trance in his mind.

That kind of trance feeling surges like a tide.

This feeling...

It’s the feeling of switching dreams!

Doesn't it mean that you can only enter a new dreamland after defeating the strongest creature, or ten years?

"Why at this time!"

Zhao Guangli put his hand between his eyebrows.

Instantly.

Zhao Guangli felt that his body became heavier.

That sense of alienation from reality is getting weaker and weaker.

Zhao Guangli could no longer tell whether this was a dream or reality based on his own perception.

It's impossible to judge at all.

"Dreamland, fourth floor!"

Zhao Guangli raised his head.

The scenery has not changed at all.

There is also no switching in the dream world!

"It's still the mental hospital in Elland Mortal."

Zhao Guangli stood up.

At the same time, the door ahead opened.

A thin and sickly young man walked in.

He bit his fingers nervously, his body trembling.

"You...you...okay..."

The man grinned.

Zhao Guangli looked at the man.

My double row teammate is actually this guy.