The facial muscles of several critically ill patients and doctors nearby twitched violently, and a burst of ghostly reminders also sounded at the same time.

Jiang Chen's interest also became stronger.

While grabbing people's faces, he deliberately showed a slightly struggling and distorted expression.

He muttered softly.

"Damn it... Why did this happen? Why am I suddenly so angry? I want revenge and want to kill everyone who killed me..."

"Strange, I'm still alive and well, why would I want to avenge myself? That doesn't seem... like my experience..."

“…”

"Ahhh! No, I can't stop. I can't... I can't keep touching these faces. There's definitely... something wrong with them! Stay away... stay away..."

Jiang Chen's mumbling was so quiet that the others had to strain to hear a few bytes.

The expression on one person's face was extremely complicated.

02 tried to ask: "Dean...Dean, are you okay?"

As soon as he opened his mouth.

Jiang Chen's mumbling stopped instantly. He turned around and gave a strange grin: "02, what are you talking about? I'm fine. What could be wrong with me?"

"Don't just stand there, come and play with me, these black faces are really interesting!"

Hearing this.

The group of patients were suddenly terrified and almost turned around and ran away out of fear.

Because just a moment ago Jiang Chen was still saying that there was definitely something wrong with these people's faces, but now he kept urging them to come over and play together.

This is so weird!

"Damn it! The dean who used to be my waiter suddenly showed up at 02. Was he being controlled by the face?"

"Oh my! It's very possible!"

"Where's the lawyer? Get out here, lawyer! We can't hold on any longer!"

"what to do?"

"Stay away from Dean Jiang. His behavior is too abnormal right now."

“…”

A group of patients hurriedly left the director's office and came to the corridor to watch from afar, their faces filled with surprise and uncertainty.

They also discovered that at this moment, a large number of strange human faces gathered outside the windows on both sides of the corridor, with eerie laughter or screams coming out of their mouths, and they were constantly hitting the ward.

Perhaps the death of the attending physician and the ward director gave them hope, and at this moment their bodies went crazy.

"Damn, other places aren't safe either."

"What should we do? Is something really wrong with Dean Jiang?"

A group of people stared at the office, carefully identifying it.

After all, he might be everyone's last hope at this moment.

Jiang Chen had his back to everyone. As he continued to attack, the number of faces near the window became fewer and fewer, and he gradually became a little restless.

"Damn it, it's gone, why is it gone?"

"Come here, come here quickly, I need you, I can't live without you!"

He threw himself directly onto the windowsill, with most of his body sticking out, and stretched out his hands frantically to grab those people's faces.

His desire for human faces.

It seems that this has gone beyond simple liking, it's almost like an addiction!

"No matter how you look at it, this is fucking weird! Ghost energy +9999!"

"Ghost Qi +..."

A group of patients, their faces extremely gloomy.

"How am I supposed to live without you? You're all gone, all gone!" Jiang Chen seemed to have missed all the faces outside the window. Turning his head, he happened to see the window of a house facing the dean's office.

He immediately revealed a morbid ecstasy: "There are still some here! Hahaha, that's great!"

As he said this, he picked up the hammer and rushed over quickly.

A group of patients suddenly stared, and an uncontrollable chill surged in their hearts.

Dean Jiang was truly bewitched. Was he even so crazy as to want to smash the windows of the ward and take the initiative to snatch the faces of those outside?