The barrage was watching and guessing:
[Can this potion really cure zombie poison? But why is this colorless...]
[It seems that there are two kinds of potions, colorless and purple...]
[I don’t understand, so just leave it to the host to think about it]
[This anchor is very selfish, I just wait for him to die! 】
[Take it easy on the front, the anchor is very ruthless, don’t look at him looking like a student...]
[Yueyue is so cute. Why does she keep following the anchor? The anchor doesn’t look like anything special...]
[The two of them don’t seem to be lovers. I don’t quite understand. I don’t quite understand. Could it be that they are brothers and sisters? 】
[Are you going to the Central Hospital now? It should be very dangerous in there...]
【……】
"My prediction is good, vaccine or antidote...there are actually two kinds." Su Mingan looked at Yueyue who was finally freed from the crisis and thought: "Hidden viruses from mushrooms will lurk in the human body. , its vaccine must be grown on human corpses - which is the source of this colorless bottle. And the virus from zombies needs the bottle of purple liquid to detoxify."
"Now that you've thought about it, why did you have to cut off your arm in the first place?" Yueyue didn't understand this behavior of not drinking the antidote even though he had it in his hand.
Su Ming'an stood up and looked at the dark hospital inside: "Because of my personal guess... If you drink the purple liquid in order to relieve the zombie poison for a while, the final battle may not be possible..."
He suddenly saw Yueyue's gaze looking over her. It was a kind of confusion that was unique to her, like a fog shrouded in mist.
"Don't you understand? It doesn't matter." Su Mingan walked towards the hospital: "Just leave everything to me."
Yueyue picked up the sword in her hand and followed closely behind him.
… She doesn’t care what the truth of this world is.
She just wants to follow him, always follow him... Whether it is a sense of dependence or the friendship of childhood sweethearts, she thinks that she has no family, and the people who can play games with her are the closest people.
She's still waiting for his new game.
He had saved her more than once when she was a child. For her, she has long since positioned herself as an omnipotent sword. As long as she can draw her sword against all darkness, she will follow her even to the end of the world.
She knew that she was stupid, couldn't speak, and only had swords in her eyes, so she tried her best not to say anything. She didn't care about the lighthouse Su Ming'an said, she just wanted to live to help him. Her thoughts are simple and direct, because she doesn't understand the twists and turns.
...It doesn't matter even if Su Ming'an never knows her thoughts. Since the beginning of the world game, it has been divided into 50,000 X cities. Since there is a one in 50,000 chance that they will meet in the same X city, it is destined by God.
She has always been very confident in her luck.
…
As soon as I stepped into the hospital, I felt a pervasive coldness gradually coming over me, quickly climbing up from where I stepped, and a sense of danger quickly climbed up my spine.
The long corridor in front of him was like a huge mouth of a beast, surrounded by darkness, and the low roars of zombies echoed in the empty corridor.
Su Mingan opened the map and saw that he came in from the east gate of the hospital. The hospital was divided into four gates: southeast, southeast, and northwest. Except for a hall in each area, the rest were long corridors with various clinics, all the way to the middle. The rotunda and elevators - this structure looks strange, like a maze specially prepared for outsiders.
He turned on the flashlight, and suddenly he felt like he was playing a horror game when he was the host of Up. The round light in his hand came from the "nuclear energy" flashlight in his hand, and it seemed that it would never go out.
He stared at the map in his hand, and the zombie hidden nearby suddenly pounced on him, and the silver sword behind him pierced it accurately without letting it disturb him at all.
Touching the picture with his finger, he turned back to the girl holding the sword and said, "Let's go to the intensive care unit on the third floor first."
"I'll go with you." Yueyue said.
She held her sword in an extremely defensive manner and looked at the surroundings. Her eyes suddenly became clear. Because dangers came from all directions, she was not sure whether she could keep the two of them safe.
This journey seemed a bit silent, with only the sound of the silver sword piercing the air and piercing the zombie's body. Su Mingan held a map between his fingers and a flashlight in his hand, leaving no room to hold a weapon.
When he saw a hint of underworld light in the hall, he knew that the middle hall had arrived.
The barrage was more frightening than him:
[This hospital is too hellish, just like the hospitals I used to play horror games...]
[Why are the anchor and Yueyue not afraid at all? I was scared to death after watching it...]
[I admire this courage alone and hope they can make it to the end...]
[To be honest, we shouldn’t be so demanding of others...it’s really not easy for them...]
[Hoho, has it started again? I remember you when I scolded you so harshly before? 】
[Stop scolding, stop scolding, you don’t know that this anchor basically doesn’t read the comments, scolding is in vain, he is still being criticized, and the audience can’t understand, I am speechless...]
【……】
It had only been three days since the apocalypse broke out, but the long staircase seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. Su Mingan even saw small blood-colored flowers and mushrooms growing from the cracks. The moment he stepped into the circular hall, countless bloody palm prints suddenly appeared on the wall, bright red and black mixed together, trailing down like the traces of despair left by a dying person in pain.
Although it was still bright sunshine outside, the hospital windows did not let in any light. Only when the round white light swept through his hand, Su Mingan could see the rusty iron cabinet, as well as the moldy spots and twigs. seats.
"he he he he he……"
He suddenly heard a burst of laughter like silver bells.
There were slight footsteps behind him, and the distance did not sound like it was from far to near at all. It was as if it was smiling against the back of his neck. He tightened the flashlight in his hand and quickly moved over, but only One could see an entire wall - an entire wall covered in bloodstains and black palm prints.
On it were written several bloody characters:
【——Do you want to pick mushrooms with me? 】
But the figure of Yue Yue, who had been close to him, seemed to have suddenly disappeared and was never seen again.
...What danger did this trigger?
Su Mingan paid careful attention.
"Boom, boom, boom -" There was a knocking sound from the iron cabinet behind him, as if something was trying to rush out. When Su Mingan turned around to look again, the place where the iron cabinet used to be became A wall covered in blood.
"Squeak--" There was a soft sound of the wind blowing on the cabinet door from the right.
The next moment, Su Mingan immediately placed a clone on the right.
"Bang!"
He was sprinkled with blood all over his face.
The clone replaced him, and he was just one step away from death.
...It's really too dangerous here.
Countless mushrooms grew crazily from the flesh and blood of the clone that had lost half of its body, and strange blades of grass emerged, winding towards him.
And behind the lush plants, stood a small figure, with a bloody dress vaguely visible.
"Run, run..." She let out a crisp laugh.
Su Mingan turned around and ran away.
The audience in the live broadcast room seemed to fall into deathly silence all of a sudden. They didn't know whether they were frightened or something else. The page was blank at this time.
Su Mingan stepped up the rotten stairs.
"呲呲——"
The moment he stepped on it, he felt the part of his heel loosen. As he took another step up, he heard the sound of the stairs behind him gradually decaying and breaking.
As they fled upwards, the road behind them continued to collapse.
He heard the sound of collapse getting closer and closer to him, and it seemed as if someone breathed cold air on the back of his neck. The chill penetrated deep into his body from there, and even his steps became a little stiffer.
He stepped forward with all his strength, his heels seemed to be on fire. When he saw the safe platform on the second floor, he jumped up with all his strength and stretched out his hand——
The flashlight circled around and fell, its light gradually disappearing into the bottomless darkness.
The wide platform was only a hand away.
He felt that his forward momentum was weakening, and the intensity brought by his jump was gradually decreasing. The moment he reached out with all his strength towards the platform, he saw the bright light and shadow shining on the platform.
--Light.
He leaned forward with all his strength, and the steps under his feet had completely disappeared. His whole body was fluttering forward in the air, with no other support.
The short distance magnifies infinitely before your eyes.
The place where the hand can reach is just one palm's length away.
