It's as if something indescribable is hidden within this No. 44 ward.

Those patients who originally came here for treatment.

Gradually, they were reduced to toys, food, or even tools for amusement of those indescribable things.

"Hey, Brother Xu, what are you doing? Cleaning the walls and floors for the spirits here?"

Fatty Wang has already gathered enough material for the opening scene.

Just as he was about to shoot more footage, he saw Xu Fan frowning, squatting on the ground, stroking the floor and walls with his hands.

Wang Pangzi's voice immediately snapped Xu Fan out of his daze.

Before Fatty Wang could say anything more, a ghost dressed in a neon soldier commander's uniform slowly appeared on the ground.

Fatty Wang was shocked. He pointed behind Xu Fan.

His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound.

Xu Fan remained in the crouching position.

Looking at the fat man in the distance, it seemed as if he was performing a pantomime all by himself.

Xu Fan looked down and saw a blurry figure reflected in the floor he had wiped until it was shiny.

A man dressed in a neon soldier commander's uniform is raising a neon command sword in his hand.

He swung his neon-colored command sword down fiercely, as if he were about to behead a criminal.

"Xinei!"

The Japanese soldier commander shouted and pointed his sword fiercely at Xu Fan's neck.

Xu Fan neither dodged nor evaded, but instead focused his inner energy to protect his soul.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the Japanese commander's military knife snapped in two.

It was like a knife striking a pillar made of diamond.

The neon commander, an undead, was stunned.

Fatty Wang was also stunned.

Xu Fan slowly got up.

"Are you tickling me? To thank you, I'll tickle you too."

Before the Japanese commander could make any move...

Xu Fan's hand, brimming with true energy, had already pierced through the chest of the Neon Commander.

It was truly a matter of being completely open and honest on a physical level.

The neon commander suffered 10,000 points of damage to his heart.

Xu Fan's idea was simple: to obtain the heart of this Japanese commander and use it as a transplant recipient for his sister.

But to his surprise, he searched the other man's chest for a long time.

There's nothing there!

Fatty Wang, watching anxiously from the side, said, "Brother Xu, stop digging! How could these Japanese devils have any conscience? If they had any conscience at all, they wouldn't do something so heinous."

Xu Fan didn't waste any more time and immediately pulled his hand back.

Because he could already feel that the true energy within his body was decreasing at an exponential rate.

Unexpectedly, a mere undead commander from the neon world consumes such a huge amount of true energy.

"Let's retreat, we'll take another route."

Fatty Wang was having a great time filming, holding up his camera while agreeing to what Xu Fan had said.

"Hey hey hey, alright, Brother Xu, come to the camera and strike a cool pose."

Fatty Wang is truly a man who values ​​money over life.

Even with the situation already at its most dire, he was still preoccupied with filming bizarre short videos.

He was also holding a phone that looked like a brick.

Xu Fan had already run to Wang Pangzi's side and saw what he was holding.

"Fatty, are you going to use that brick in your hand to smash the heads of those undead?"

Wang Pangzi and Xu Fan started thinking about transferring within the department.

He ran forward while operating the brick-like phone.

"I spent a lot of money to buy this. It's called a 'psychic phone'. Even in places where the signal is blocked by some strange thing, this phone can still be used normally."

"What are you doing?"

"Of course, I'll upload what I just filmed to the cloud."

If we get stuck here, or if the cameras break down, at least this footage will prove we fought for it.

"You're such a jinx."

Xu Fan's words were not without reason; sometimes, the more you think about the worst, the worse the final result may become.

The Japanese commander, who had been standing still, had a heart-to-heart talk with Xu Fan.

It suddenly realized.

"Baka!"

A roar shook the entire hospital.

At this moment, all sorts of undead began to slowly emerge from underground and from the walls.

Unlike the neon soldiers outside, they were different.

The spirits in Ward 44 were all dressed as patients.

The undead outside looked more like skeleton soldiers dressed in neon soldier uniforms.

The undead in the hospital looked more like zombies with some flesh still attached.

They walked slowly forward.

He let out painful groans.

"It's so painful."

"It hurts!"

"Who is it? Someone, please save us!"

These spirits were speaking fluent Chinese.

These are not Japanese, but genuine Chinese.

Those Chinese people who have received medical treatment in this hospital!

The patients were forced to obey the neon commander who wielded a broken dagger.

"Take off to Koi (a pun on the Japanese word for charge)!"

Unlike the swift and agile Japanese soldiers, these patients walked with a limp and unsteady gait.

"Hayaku, hayaku! (A homophone for 'hurry up' in Japanese)!"

The neon commander stood before the multitude of undead, shouting incessantly.

He even walked up to the patients who were walking behind him.

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