I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

The moment Yang Shou spoke.

The sighing in the room died away.

Curling his lips, Yang Shou pushed the door open.

The door did not lock.

This guy lured him over on purpose.

"Is there any layout?"

Yang Shou stood at the door and looked around.

The rooms on the sixth floor are much more spacious than other floors.

But the people who can live in the black building basically don't have the kind of people who are free and can arrange their residences.

The room was empty and messy.

Empty means that there is no furniture in this room, only a single bed is placed in the center of the room.

Mess means that there are white bandages scattered all over the ground.

But look carefully, because some bandages are stained with yellowish brown stains.

It doesn't look like blood.

It's a bit like pus from a rotting wound.

"It's kind of disgusting."

Yang Shou didn't step in directly, but urged a trace of Tianlong's power to enter the room.

The golden flame rose and burned the bandages stained with pus "387".

"It's much cleaner now."

With a satisfied smile, Yang Shou stepped into the room.

After entering, he realized that the room was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant.

Pus, antiseptic, bandages.

He vaguely guessed what the bandaged man's body looked like.

The only single bed in the room was covered with white sheets and a white quilt.

There is some swelling under the quilt, which seems to be covered with something.

Seeing it, Yang Shou thought of the dead body in the hospital bed he had encountered outside the barrier of reality.

It was a scary and weird thing from the Jinghai Affiliated Hospital.

Conservatively estimated, it should be a fierce god.

The bed in front of me was somewhat similar to that bed.

And they are all simple hospital beds.

"Is this guy also from the Jinghai Affiliated Hospital?"

Yang Shou stepped forward and lifted the quilt on the hospital bed.

Under the covers, there were no twisted corpses.

There are only pictures of a bed made.

From the first one at the head of the bed to the last one in the bed, one bloody and disgusting picture after another was recorded.

A person with extensive burns all over his body was lying on a special hospital bed with only consciousness remaining.

A group of doctors in white coats, holding scalpels, tweezers, and needles and threads, seemed to be treating the wounded seriously.

But judging from the distorted face of the wounded.

Doctors should have no anesthesia.

Live surgery on the wounded.

They are doing skin grafting.

But those skins are weird in their own right.

All kinds of weird symbols are painted on it.

It's not like human skin.

More like sly.

After being sutured, the new skin and the wounded are mutually exclusive.

Falling off again and again.

The doctors were very patient, surgery after surgery.

Maybe it's something that happened in one day.

It may also be a record of dozens or hundreds of days.

The photos are undated.

Records of doctors torturing the wounded.

That's right, torture.

Yang Shou could clearly see the pain in the eyes of the injured.

You can even imagine what kind of situation the injured are in.

Can't move, can't resist.

In the absence of anesthesia, the doctor destroyed the skin and flesh of the body, and the implantation was accurate.

Every time skin grafting, not only to bear the pain of scalpel and needle thread.

There is also the corrosion of the skin on the human body.

It's like wearing vitriol-soaked underwear repeatedly.

Really fit.

It is not known who took the photo.

Focus a little bit closer.

Beginning to be able to photograph the whole body of the injured.

Later, only the upper body was photographed.

Afterwards, it was fixed on the wounded man's faceless twisted expression.

until the last photo.

Patting a pair of white pupils.

Pale, empty, like staring at everyone who sees the photo.

It contains strange power.

Look at the photos one by one.

Until you meet those white eyes.

The hearts of the viewers will involuntarily be substituted into the emotions of the injured.

Fear, despair.

And then the same with the wounded.

Unable to move.

Yang Shou stood on the hospital bed, staring at the last photo.

like a statue.

A icy wind blew by.

There was a heavy sigh in his ear.

The strange man with white bandages was standing behind Yang Shou at some unknown time.

"Finally fooled."

The throat that had been severely burned in the fire made an extremely hoarse voice.

It's like the whine of wind blowing ice particles, which makes people's scalp tingle.

The bandages on his face twisted.

Under the bandage, a face with red muscles squeezed out a smile.

"You are strong."

"After killing Midnight Butcher, I couldn't stop the power of that talisman."

"I just had to take advantage of it and my voice got through."

"I was tortured before, and then I turned the pain and fear into my strength.

"Just by hearing my sighs, you can sense my emotions."

"Then, I can sense you."

"You are really strong."

The weirdo sighed again.

"But what's the use?"

"I deliberately let you find me..."

"There was an intentional vibe of stalking.

"You think you won't be afraid, but as long as you have wisdom, no matter whether it's human or weird, you can't overcome your instinctive fear."

"I can gain stronger strength from fear."

"When you walk into this room, when you look at these pictures."

"You're doomed."

"As long as you read this and experience the pain and fear, you can't be my opponent."

"Even if it is a fierce god, as long as there is a trace of fear in my heart, I can use it to become stronger.

"I'm curious, who are you?"

"Death forum? Or, the hospital couldn't hold back and wanted to arrest and throw me away?"

The Bandage Man walked slowly past Yang Shou.

He knew that the other party had been terrified by the strange power of the photo.

And he can use fear to hold the other party in place, like being tied to that special hospital bed, facing the endless torture of those doctors.

only.

When he turned around, he found a smile on Yang Shou's face.

A sarcastic smile.

What are you mocking?

Laugh at your own fears?

The weirdo stared at Yang Shou with only pale pupils, but found that there seemed to be something wrong with Yang Shou's eyes.

A deep black began to diffuse from the bottom of those eyes.

In the end, it's the exact opposite of the weirdo's eyes.

In Yang Shou's eyes, there was no trace of whiteness, only the deepest blackness.

Through those eyes, the weirdo saw a black ocean.

Every drop of seawater is the most terrifying evil.

Every wave is the most terrifying curse.

It was an ocean of nothing but despair.

That is the most vicious world.

Compared with the evil thoughts surging in the ocean, his experience seems to be nothing worth mentioning.

Too many horrible encounters like him are hidden in the black water.

"I live in a place called Ping An Community."

"My neighbors are weirder than you can imagine."

"My middle finger refers to the other owner of this couple's ring, who is a horrible existence that only has a brand mark left, and can suppress the top-level evil spirits.

"The malice in my heart forms a black ocean of nothing but despair."

"You tell me I'm afraid of you?"

"When I realized your power fear was about.

"do you know?"

"I almost couldn't hold back my laugh."

"Thank you, I love your tricks.

"Long time no see a clown like you.".