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"What Lu Zang said half a year ago has become a reality!"

"Did he change reality? Or is this the real reality?"

In the memory that the shadow world instilled in Xuan Wen, Gao Ming was called Gao Ming, and there was no other name. It can be heard from the conversation between Gao Ming and Lu Zang half a year ago that Gao Ming was not called Gao Ming at that time.

"Change your name? Change your life? So now Gao Ming has woken up from his dream?"

There were chaotic footsteps in the corridor outside, and someone was knocking on the doors with heavy objects. Chen Meng and Mr. Yi immediately shut their mouths, and Su Mo also hid away from the door with his women's shoes in his arms. .

"Something's approaching!"

Her heart felt like a taut string, Xuan Wen felt danger, but she couldn't help but continue to look down.

Continuing to play the video, Lu Zang turned his head and looked at Gao Ming again.

"After you remember our conversation, I hope you can do two things for me." Lu Zang said directly, regardless of whether Gao Ming agreed or not: "There are many people like you and Situ An. There are loopholes hiding in fate. The first thing I ask you to do is to never let their souls fly away before you figure out what the loopholes in their bodies are. Everyone who escapes the control of fate may become the killer of fate. The key; the second thing is not too difficult for you. There is an eye hidden in this hospital that can see through dreams and reality. If Situ An does not get its approval, then try to use that eye to pretend Get into your own eyes."

Gao Ming had no idea what Lu Zang was talking about. He just felt the chill on his body getting heavier and heavier.

The twisted face of rotten flesh was torn open on both sides, and the deformed giant mouth wanted to swallow his head completely. Lu Zang glared at that face, and the other person's open mouth was so frightened that he did not dare to close it. He retracted his neck little by little.

"If you are willing to bet with me, I will tell you how to leave here." After Lu Zang said this, Doctor Lu next to him frowned and walked to Lu Zang holding a clay sculpture of the Flesh Immortal.

"He destroyed the statue of the worshiped god, and you are still going to let him go?"

"The clay sculpture splashed into his eyes. Maybe he didn't destroy the clay sculpture, but the dead god in the clay sculpture chose him." Lu Zang said with a smile: "You found another one for me - he should be let go reasons."

"I agree to your bet." Gao Ming felt that he had encountered a group of lunatics, but he didn't know how to explain the terrifying feeling in his heart. What puzzled him most was that his left eye had just been damaged by a fragment of clay sculpture. Injury, but now the fragment has not only disappeared, but his left eye does not feel pain or swelling.

"Have you thought clearly? If you violate the bet, you will pay a terrible price." Lu Zang confirmed to Gao Ming for the last time.

"It doesn't matter, let's bet. I also want to enter the mental world of a madman." Gao Ming seemed calm on the surface, but his body was very resistant to this room, and his sixth sense was urging him to leave quickly.

"You are the third one I have found. Some of you must be able to wake up completely." On Lu Zang's terrifying and ugly cheek, scars flowed like dragon scales: "If you want to leave the shadow world, you need to find reality and shadow first. The boundary between the world may be a door or a passage, but in Lishan Hospital it is a piece of medicine. Take the medicine and you can return to reality."

As if he was afraid of Gaoming's misunderstanding, Lu Zang directly pointed out the way for him: "The seventh floor is the inpatient department. Some patients managed to survive until they were discharged, but made the wrong choice at the last moment. Should there be any hidden dangers in their wards?" Take the medicine.”

Gao Ming turned around doubtfully and opened the ward door. At this time, all his attention was on Lu Zang and Dr. Lu, and he didn't even see a "clump" of twisted patients standing in front of him.

Seeing that the two doctors did not chase him out, Gao Ming left immediately.

"I still can't understand why you want to help him?" Dr. Lu placed the broken statue on the table.

"I won't help anyone. Everything I do is to kill Fate. Whether it's Situ An or Gao Ming, they are just knives stabbing Fate." Lu Zang seemed to have remembered something and walked towards the old man. Old filming equipment: "Don't delete this treatment video, just keep it on your computer."

"Do you think that Gaoming will come back?"

"If he can leave alive, he will definitely come back." Lu Zang's eyes seemed to see through the screen, staring at Xuan Wen outside the screen, and then pressed the close button.

The video ended here, and Xuan Wen broke out in a cold sweat. The information conveyed in the video was so powerful that she needed time to digest it.

"We should go! There is something approaching outside!" As night falls, brown-red moss grows on the corner of the wall, and nails seem to be scratching in the gaps in the wall. The psychological counseling room is gradually becoming the same as in the video.

"Wait a little longer." Xuan Wen wanted to enter the back room. She wanted to see what Gao Ming found in the back room and why he was fighting with Dr. Lu.

The oppressive sound in the corridor was approaching, and Mr. Yi had already arrived at the door, ready to run away.

Only Xuan Wen walked towards the other side. In the innermost room of the psychological counseling room, she saw rows of medicine shelves. However, instead of medicines, there were various statues of ghosts and gods on the shelves.

Xuanwen once heard Gao Ming talk about what happened in the Surabaya apartment. She vaguely remembered Gao Ming saying that there was an old woman in the Surabaya apartment whose room was filled with statues of gods.

"Is this how the dead gods in the shadow world choose their 'parents'?"

All the clay sculptures look very ordinary, not as evil and spooky as in the video.

"It's time to go!" After urging, Mr. 1 opened the door and ran out with several patients.

Xuan Wen glanced at the medicine shelf. Her eyes seemed to be attracted by something, and she saw a broken clay sculpture at a glance.

It has eight arms on all sides and is obviously carved from clay, but its skin is like flesh and blood, making it difficult to tell the real thing from the fake one.

"Flesh Immortal? The statue that was damaged by Gao Ming half a year ago?"

Xuan Wen stuffed the broken clay sculpture into her bag and ran out of the psychological counseling room. An unknown presence blocked the way they came. The walls and floors were changing, and it was impossible to return the same way.

"Go to the seventh floor! I know how to leave this hospital!" Xuan Wen was wearing a blood-stained white coat and her long hair spread out in the air. She looked like a bloody doctor working here.

Several patients and Su Mo didn't have time to think too much. They followed Xuan Wen all the way up and witnessed the alienation of the entire hospital along the way.

The elevator car opened its huge mouth, arms stretched out from the gaps in the lockers, and various patients banged against the door of the ward.