"I... I'm just kidding. We are comrades who have survived life and death together from S-class weirdness. How can I report you to the headquarters?" Ma Xingbang said sincerely.
"But I'm not joking." Fang Xiu looked at Ma Xingbang calmly, with that bottomless look in his eyes that made him feel terrified.
He was extremely convinced that Fang Xiu was really not joking!
Ma Xingbang's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously clenched the golden key in his pocket. If Fang Xiu really took action, he would run away immediately.
"Okay, Brother Xiu, don't scare him. Let's leave quickly. I'm afraid the little girl will come back again." Yang Ming said suddenly.
Fang Xiu withdrew his gaze from Ma Xingbang.
Everyone continued to move forward.
Under Fang Xiu's deliberate guidance, they headed towards Building C.
Although some locations of Qingshan Mental Hospital have changed, the locations of these buildings have not.
Everyone walked through the air corridor between the buildings and came to Building C.
Next, just go to the fifth floor and find room 520.
However, it is easy to say but difficult to do. No one knows what kind of dangers there are on the way to room 520.
Soon, everyone came to a hall.
The hall is very empty, with a few rows of tables and chairs scattered around, including old-fashioned TVs, backgammon boards, table tennis tables, etc...
"Is this...an activity room for mental patients?" Yang Ming looked around and asked.
Then he looked at the old TV and marveled: "This TV model is quite old, and it is also a plasma TV. This thing has been eliminated long ago, and now it is an LCD TV."
Fang Xiu looked at the plasma TV in front of him, and his heart moved.
Whether it is from the architectural style of the mental hospital or the infrastructure inside, it is clear that this place was created more than ten years ago.
He had a vague guess in his mind that the director of this mental hospital should have built it more than ten years ago, and then used some means to pull it to the other side.
While everyone was looking at the plasma TV, Ma Xingbang was not in the slightest mood to watch TV because he was embarrassed.
And he found that not only was he embarrassed, but he also lost his ability to plagiarize. Fortunately, the ability he had gained through plagiarism before was still there, otherwise he would have been completely ruined.
He desperately hopes to get his face back now.
For him, he can lose his face, but his ability must not be lost!
That is to say, Ma Xingbang didn't know that after his face was taken away, his life was bound to the little girl, otherwise he would definitely be even more anxious at this time.
"Let's go." Fang Xiu said, and then moved on.
At this time, Yang Ming came over directly and stared at Fang Xiu with surprise on his face: "Brother Xiu, is your face healed?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then looked around and found that all the wounds on Fang Xiu's face had indeed healed, there were no scars at all, and his skin was even better than before.
Bai Qi: "......"
"There's no need to worry about these little things." Fang Xiu replied lightly, and then walked forward.
Bai Qi: "..."
When everyone reached the middle of the activity room, a sudden change occurred!
The smell of rotting corpses suddenly filled the air.
Everyone was shocked for a moment. After experiencing the previous two strange events, they had already been tense in their hearts and were extremely sensitive to any disturbance.
"The source of the smell is up there."
Following Fang Xiu's reminder, everyone quickly looked up at the ceiling of the activity room.
I saw ripples like water waves appearing on the ceiling. The ripples were densely packed and spread towards the entire ceiling.
"careful!"
Bai Qi pulled out the short knife from his waist with a solemn expression, and the others also entered the fighting state.
The next moment, countless pale arms covered with corpse spots grew out from the ceiling, spreading crazily like vines and grabbing at everyone fiercely.
The battle is triggered instantly.
Bai Qi's sword flashed, and several arms were cut off. They fell to the ground and slowly merged into the ground like a blur.
And then, new arms will grow on the ceiling.
Just like leeks, one crop will grow again after one is cut.
"Fuck! Although the strength of this hand is not strong, it can't be killed at all! Mader, the weirdness in this mental hospital is really more perverted than the last!" Yang Ming cursed angrily while taking action with anger.
Ma Xingbang tried to use gravity to crush the arm, but it was also useless. More arms would grow from the ceiling.
Fang Xiu, on the other hand, watched them fight leisurely.
That's right, just watch leisurely.
Because those arms weren't attacking him at all.
Yang Ming quickly noticed this.
"Damn it, Brother Xiu, why weren't you attacked? It's not like Ma Xingbang said, you and the mental hospital are all in the same group, right?"
Ma Xingbang's eyes flickered and he said gloomily: "My guess is indeed correct! Fang Xiu, you have a problem!"
"Brother Xiu, if you are really on the same side with them, tell them to stop immediately. I am one of my own!"
"Shut up! When did you even think about joking?" Bai Qi said angrily.
After all, Bai Qi understood Yang Ming and could tell at a glance that Yang Ming was joking.
Anyone with a little bit of brain would know that if Fang Xiuzhen and the weird people in the mental hospital were together, then he was already home, so what else could he pretend to do?
Without Fangxiu, they may not even be able to pass the first level of scalping.
That is to say, Ma Xingbang, because the other party should not hold a grudge and have preconceptions. If there is any problem, he will start to doubt.
"Hehe." Yang Ming chuckled: "Aren't I just adjusting the atmosphere? This trick is not strong, it is just endless, and it is too boring to kill."
Fang Xiu looked at the scalpel in his hand calmly, already having a guess in his mind.
He tried to wave the scalpel in the direction of Sly Hand, and sure enough, Sly Hand was so frightened that he quickly retreated as if seeing a natural enemy.
It seems that this scalpel once left an extremely deep impression on Sly Hand, so much so that even now, Sly Hand will feel instinctive fear when seeing the scalpel.
And this is also the reason why he was not attacked.
