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Late at night, a thick, inky darkness tightly enveloped the entire building.

A few ceiling lights cast a pale, ghastly glow, stretching long, eerie shadows down the hallway.

Upon reaching the fifth floor, Professor Zheng's footsteps involuntarily became lighter and slower.

Each footfall echoed like a step on a taut heartstring.

On both sides of the corridor, cold iron bars gleamed with a chilling light, enclosing each ward like a cage.

As if imprisoning something dormant.

Suddenly, the silence was abruptly shattered.

A sharp, piercing scream erupted from within a ward, reverberating through the empty hallway.

This scream seemed to startle the patients in other rooms, followed by more bizarre noises, rising and falling in succession.

Some sounded like the low roars of hungry beasts, others like desperate pleas from those undergoing torture, and still others like unintelligible murmurs.

The cacophony transformed the entire floor into a human hell.

Professor Zheng's expression remained impassive, his figure swaying uncertainly in the dim light.

His eyes scanned both sides warily, glimpses of struggling figures on beds visible through the gaps in the iron bars, as if they might break free at any moment.

Despite having worked at the rehabilitation center for over a month, and the presence of heavily armed soldiers stationed around, he still felt an inexplicable sense of unease each time he came here.

"Professor Zheng."

A soldier guarding a ward spoke upon seeing the doctor approach.

Professor Zheng stopped, tightened the strap of his bag, and nodded.

"I'm here to examine the patient and take blood samples for testing."

This was a routine medical procedure.

The soldier didn't ask further questions, immediately producing a key to unlock the iron-barred door.

Creak—

The heavy iron door was pushed open, then slammed shut with a "clang."

Thud, thud.

With the sound of leather shoes against the floor, Professor Zheng entered the room alone, surveying the interior.

His gaze then focused on the patient confined to the metal bed, emitting faint gasps.

It was a very old male patient, emaciated, his limbs, neck, and waist bound by restraints.

Despite his seemingly terminal weakness, his slowly opening eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, exuding a chilling coldness.

In that instant, it seemed as if some kind of light flashed within the dark room.

The so-called "illumination in an empty room" probably referred to this moment of unmasked sharpness.

His substantial gaze focused on Professor Zheng, causing his hairs to stand on end, and he couldn't help but take a half step back.

It was like… being targeted by a ravenous, man-eating beast.

Professor Zheng leaned against the wall, quickly flipping the light switch.

The bright fluorescent light flooded the room, allowing him to breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"You're a little late today…"

The patient lay on the bed, greeting him in a low, hoarse voice.

"There was a slight accident."

"I see in your eyes the extreme anxiety and psychological burden that humans suppress."

Hearing this, Professor Zheng couldn't help but become more agitated:

"Today is the last time; even if you want it again, it's impossible, because soon I myself will be in danger!"

As he spoke, an abnormal flush appeared on his refined, fair face, his expression somewhat hysterical.

A hint of unfathomable smile appeared on the patient's lips as he said soothingly:

"Don't worry, young man, this old man always keeps his word."

"Not only your wife, but I can even grant you a longer life."

"From the first moment I saw you, I knew you had great talent, and you shouldn't waste your life as an ordinary person, but should join our cause of creating a great race…"

His voice was low and hoarse, as if possessing a kind of magic.

Soon, it calmed the agitated Professor Zheng down again.

"I hope you keep your promise."

After taking a few deep breaths, Professor Zheng made a decision and took out a reagent kit from his bag.

Upon opening it, there were five blood collection tubes and a syringe.

Seeing the dimly sparkling crimson plasma in the blood collection tubes under the light.

The patient's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but groan from his throat.

"Fresh, newly awakened blood, this is the best tonic…"

As the bed emitted a teeth-grinding creak, his body struggled to lift his head slightly, sniffing impatiently.

"So fragrant, so irresistible, I really want to swallow it in one gulp!"

Seeing his crazy appearance, Professor Zheng hesitated, stopping his hand from picking up the syringe.

The patient just sighed slightly, then calmed down, and said in a deep voice:

"Same as before, inject it."

As instructed, Professor Zheng drew blood from each collection tube and injected it into the veins of his thin, bony arm.

"It's a pity there's too little blood to taste it myself."

Feeling the plasma constantly gurgling into his body, the patient's sallow face seemed to gradually regain its luster, muttering to himself.

"However, there will be hunting opportunities in the future."

"As for now…"

Saying this, he suddenly clenched his fists, and his scrawny arms seemed to be infused with immense strength, and he suddenly strained upward.

Crack!

The multi-layered leather restraints, extremely resilient, were instantly torn apart.

"Let us…"

Then, he fixed his eyes on his restrained waist and legs, and exerted force again.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

As the crisp sound of the leather breaking rang out continuously, the other restraints were also easily broken.

"Leave this cage together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly straightened up from the bed, regaining his freedom.

"You…"

Seeing this, Professor Zheng was shocked and took several steps back.

The patient's appearance continued to undergo astonishing changes.

His original body was so emaciated, as if every ounce of flesh and blood had been drained by time and hunger, his ribs clearly visible, and his joints protruding sharply.

At this moment, it was like a skeleton cast from refined steel, every inch exuding a chilling resilience, gleaming with a cold, hard luster.

His somewhat hunched back also slowly straightened, as if a powerful force was surging, gradually straightening and supporting his body.

When his hands, feet, and neck moved slightly, there was a burst of "crackling" sounds, like a mechanical device that had been in disrepair for a long time and needed to be lubricated.

"It's not easy, of the three demon seeds planted temporarily, the one with the least hope has been able to grow smoothly."

"Perhaps, this is called turning death into life…"

The patient stood upright, clenched his fists, muttered to himself, and looked at his body.

Then, he faced the completely blocked window, watching his current appearance with the help of the faint light reflected by the alloy steel plate.

Turning back, seeing Professor Zheng's fearful expression, he smiled slightly and explained:

"Don't be afraid, the few special blood samples you brought today happened to allow this body to obtain enough innate vitality, and initially restored my original strength."

Cold sweat seeped from Professor Zheng's forehead, slid down his cheeks, and he couldn't help but ask:

"What do you want to do next?"

The patient's lips curled slightly, revealing an extremely ugly smile.

Suddenly, his figure flashed, appearing in front of Professor Zheng as if teleporting, grabbing his neck.

Just as he was about to scream in fright, he vomited a stream of pitch-black vomit from his mouth, pouring it into the other party's mouth.

Then he released his hand, letting him fall to the ground.

Professor Zheng coughed repeatedly, both shocked and furious, questioning, “You… what exactly did you do to me?”

“To make you also a glorious undead,” the patient said, his eyes cold and his thin lips parting to reveal a deep voice filled with unquestionable authority.

“I am currently short on manpower, and your value is very high. Those who follow me in the future will not have such good initiation treatment.”

Professor Zheng was stunned upon hearing this, and couldn't help but reach out to touch his face and chest, vaguely feeling some extremely dangerous change happening inside his body.

“Professor Zheng, what's going on?”

Just then, the two soldiers stationed outside heard the commotion and burst in.

When they saw that the patient, who was originally tied up, had actually broken free from the restraints, they immediately raised their guns, aimed, and ordered him to lie down.

The patient slightly raised his eyes, looking at the intruders.

Suddenly, two dark red bone spurs grew out from behind his shoulder blades, instantly swelling against the wind, spreading like wings.

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Puchi, puchi!

The wings suddenly stretched forward, like sharp spears, instantly piercing the chests of the two intruders.

The two soldiers' eyes widened in disbelief, and before they could fire their rifles, they lost the strength to pull the trigger.

They only felt the vitality of their whole body rapidly draining away, the bone spurs piercing their hearts like blood-drawing tubes.

Glug, glug.

Constantly drawing blood, rapidly expanding, even becoming more vivid, faintly glowing.

In just a few seconds, two living people were sucked into dried corpses.

And the patient, nourished and replenished, began to fill out with flesh and blood, his complexion becoming rosy, seeming to have become a few years younger.

Looking at the scene like the descent of gods and demons, Professor Zheng's mind was greatly shocked, with a sense of instinctive submission.

He couldn't help but soften at the knees, kneeling on the ground, piously and timidly asking, “Master, what should I call you?”

His voice trembled with fear, yet also with some uncontrollable excitement.

“Call?”

The patient frowned slightly, as if recalling an extremely distant era, his mind somewhat chaotic for a moment.

After a long while, he said faintly, “From now on, just call me Jiang Chen.”

Saying this, the sunken eye sockets seemed to burn with a ghostly green fire, and he suddenly raised his head, roaring wildly.

This roar resounded throughout the entire building, like the trigger that opened Pandora's Box.

Immediately, countless responding voices followed, surging from all directions.

There were shrill howls, angry roars, and even excited shouts.

All these sounds intertwined and converged, like an evil symphony from the depths of hell, a chaotic dance of demons, weaving into an airtight, predatory net that enveloped the building.

Bang!

The fluorescent lights overhead couldn't withstand the sonic impact and instantly shattered.

Outside, there were also successive cracking explosions of light tubes, as well as the bewildered exclamations of the stationed soldiers.

“Hehe.”

In the dark ward, the patient who called himself “Jiang Chen” smiled coldly and waved to Professor Zheng, saying:

“Let's go, welcome to the world of flesh-eaters!”

“Next, open all the cages, and you will command the clansmen to destroy this filthy place.”

“I want to see, in this day and age, how much power does the imperial court still retain?”

Professor Zheng's heart trembled upon hearing this, and he immediately nodded in agreement.

He knew very well that from the moment he made a deal with the devil in front of him, selling his soul, there was no turning back.

He could only brace himself and move forward step by step in this corridor that seemed to lead to hell.

Behind him was the way he came, swallowed by darkness, and ahead was a misty, unknown abyss of fear.

… … … … … … … … … … … …

Second floor of the Rehabilitation Center.

The original security monitoring room has been transformed by the military into a heavily guarded defense center.

In front of a row of more than a hundred fluorescent closed-circuit televisions.

Several monitoring personnel were originally a little sleepy, but when they heard the tsunami-like roar coming from outside, they couldn't help but feel a shock in their hearts.

They quickly retrieved the surveillance video and quickly investigated the situation.

“The source of the sound should be in the critical care area on the fifth floor, and the door of ward 513 is open.”

Then, he switched to the camera footage inside the room.

“Two soldiers have already been killed.”

“Huh, why is it Professor Zheng? What's wrong with the patient talking to him…”

At this moment, the lighting facilities were successively shattered by sound waves, and the camera screen suddenly became a blur of black, leaving only the silhouette of the infrared display.

The person in charge of the defense center tightened his expression and immediately issued a series of orders:

“Quickly sound the alarm, dispatch patrol personnel from other floors to assist in surrounding the fifth floor to prevent the patients inside from escaping in the chaos.”

“Also, notify the people from the Special Search Team to go to support in case of accidents, and the situation here must also be reported to the headquarters…”

As he spoke, several more cameras were deliberately damaged, and the scene became even more confusing.

At the same time.

Two special search team members stationed in the Rehabilitation Center were also awakened from their sleep.

Listening to the various converging howls in the building, they suddenly realized.

“Not good!”

“It’s the resonance effect of the ghouls, a ghoul leader has appeared!”

… … … … … … … … … … … …

A series of piercing alarms kept ringing, seemingly unable to stop.

The corridor was dark, and the ceiling was frequently flashing with dazzling red lights.

The originally orderly Rehabilitation Center had turned into a chaotic and bloody battlefield.

Gunshots, shouts, screams, and roars continued to resound through the floors.

Puffs of blood splattered on the ceiling.

Da da da——

Several soldiers wearing night vision goggles held rifles, firing and retreating.

In the darkness, monsters rushed up fearlessly from time to time, taking a life in the blink of an eye.

As the number of people decreased, hurried footsteps sounded, and the remaining soldiers, with panicked expressions, contacted each other through their headsets and gathered in another place.

The monsters made terrifying noises, still chasing after them.

But they all didn't notice that at this time, a figure was lying on the ceiling, silently watching all this.

Fang Cheng was originally hiding in the safety passage.

Before, he followed Professor Zheng to the fifth floor and found that there were basically sentries every three steps, and there were soldiers and cameras on duty everywhere, so there was no way to sneak in.

So he could only wait for the other party to come out again.

Unexpectedly, less than ten minutes had passed.

This guy actually made such a big commotion inside.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but regret it in his heart.

If he had known, he would have simply killed him and been done with it.

There was no need to look for any mastermind behind the scenes.

Fang Cheng knew in his heart that he could no longer wait, so he took advantage of the chaos to sneak in, preparing to find Professor Zheng in the dark.

Although doing so was risky and had future troubles, he couldn't care about so much.

After the other party made such a big commotion in the hospital area, the military would inevitably use thunderous means to quickly suppress it.

Don't look at those monsters released from the wards, now they look ferocious and arrogant.

When the time comes, a few missiles will wash the ground, and they will all be wiped out.

As carbon-based life, no matter how strong the physical strength is, it cannot compete with the large-scale weapons of mass destruction of modern armies.

In the melee, Fang Cheng sometimes dodged the impact of gunfire, and sometimes quickly scanned and searched with his eyes.

Suddenly, a slightly crazy laughter came into his ears:

“Haha, bullets can't kill me, you guys are too weak!”

Hearing this voice, Fang Cheng's eyes hidden in his hood suddenly lit up, as if a wild beast hunting in the darkness had locked onto its target.