With his mental burden lifted, Xu Fan became increasingly ruthless.

Xu Fan knocked the weak and sickly spirits of the deceased to the ground.

Although their bodies gradually became transparent, they did not completely dissipate.

Xu Fan slowly approached the location of the Japanese commander.

The Japanese commander kept shouting in a strange language.

Xu Fan was certain that it was not the language of Japan.

After all, in every quiet night.

He would always open a favorite short video.

Although he occasionally sees European and American or domestic ones, his favorite is still from Japan.

Therefore, Xu Fan could understand some simple Japanese phrases.

However, the language spoken by this neon commander was completely incoherent.

It's like the babbling of someone in a deep sleep.

It's like the vague pronunciation tactics that elementary school students use when trying to get their teachers to recite texts.

But Xu Fan had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

He sensed that the atmosphere in Ward 44 was subtly changing.

It's like letting out a silent fart in an elevator.

Although you can't hear any sounds or see any colors, the eerie atmosphere starts to get very strong.

Finally, a dramatic change occurred in the outpatient hall on the first floor.

Where the almost completely faded neon hospital posters used to hang, blood began to gush out.

Huge eyeballs began to appear on the ceiling.

Those eyes, like surveillance cameras, began to monitor the entire hospital from every angle.

What surprised Xu Fan even more was that the spirits of the Japanese soldiers who had been locked up in Ward 44 were slowly appearing in the hospital.

They were lined up in neat rows.

He repeated the various incantations that the neon commander had just recited.

The spirits of the deceased lay on the ground in agony.

They felt as if they had suffered a real injury of 10,000 points.

It started to tremble and began to become transparent.

The spirits of the neon soldiers then walked over to the spirits of the patients kneeling on the ground.

They tore their bodies into small pieces.

Then put it in your mouth and chew it thoroughly.

Xu Fan had been waiting for this moment, and he began to channel the true energy in his body into the iron pipe in his hand.

Then, as if smashing a watermelon, he swung the iron pipe in his hand and smashed it down on the other person's big head.

The effect is outstanding!

One blow and a kid is gone.

There might be some restrictions inside Ward 44.

The neon soldiers' undead strength has been nerfed to an epic degree.

There was almost no way to fight back.

If the difficulty of the previous battles against the undead neon soldiers could be described as that of Dying Light.

The current difficulty level of the battle is only comparable to the children's game "Whack-a-Mole".

Those deceased patients weren't fools either.

They encountered the ghosts of the neon soldiers and were thwarted.

They took advantage of the opportunity to make a quick getaway.

The neon commander had no time to stop it.

The only thing to do is to speed up the chanting of the incantation.

The bodies of those neon-soldier ghosts began to turn bright red.

They look like individual boiled shrimp.

The resentment emanating from them began to grow at a visible rate.

Xu Fan felt it most acutely.

Originally, a light tap on the head with an iron pipe would make the other person's head as smooth as a ripe watermelon.

Explosion instantly!

It's like a giant acorn now.

Xu Fan needed to gather all his inner energy to blow the opponent's head off.

Strike while the iron is hot and kill him!

Xu Fan began to act quickly.

The goal is to reduce the opponent's numbers by half before the official start of the fight.

Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time.

The Neon Commander's spell has ended.

The spirits of those neon soldiers were now like red-hot irons.

The iron pipe in Xu Fan's hand had already been bent.

Seeing that he couldn't gain any advantage, Xu Fan quickly retreated.

He picked up the rifle of the neon soldier's ghost, which he had taken from the ground.

The gun has been fitted with a bayonet, and the entire gun body is covered in rust, so it can be considered to have been enchanted with tetanus.

The crimson neon soldier ghosts began to roar, and their skin began to peel off bit by bit.

Just like a chick that has just hatched from an egg.

The neon soldier undead shed its outer undead shell.

One by one, blue-faced, fanged monsters emerged from the original neon soldiers' skins.

"Finally, they've shown their true colors. I knew the Japanese were just Japanese, they were only wearing human skin."

Xu Fan stood at the connecting staircase between the first and second floors.

From a high vantage point, one can have a comprehensive view of the entire situation.

The neon commander drew his sword again.

His demeanor changed abruptly.

He thrust his sword forward sharply.

"Drag it all to Koi! (A pun on the Japanese word for 'charge')"

Those monsters with horns and fangs, wielding weapons, are no longer under the control of Ward 44.

They roared at the sky and desperately moved forward.

Xu Fan immediately adopted the starting stance of Wing Chun.

"I want to take on ten!"

He transferred his inner energy to the weapon in his hand.

Then, he fixed the rifle with bayonets and thrust it directly into the monster's head.

The tip of the knife collided with the monster's face.

Sizzle!

Sparks flew from the monster's face.

What a thick skin!

The neon monsters have an incredibly tough skin.

If an ordinary person, or a Night Watchman of average strength, were to fight these neon monsters...

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