"Stay away."
After rescuing the other person, Qin Tan helped them stand up.
After waiting for a while without receiving a response, he saw the female anchor in his arms staring blankly at him.
Those adoring eyes sparkled.
Qin Tan silently took a step back.
Her sexual orientation is normal.
"I……"
The female anchor wanted to express her gratitude, but before she could even utter a word, a crowd of people surged into the room.
Upon seeing the person approaching, Qin Tan walked over immediately, while the female anchor watched Qin Tan's retreating figure with disappointment.
The visitors were Lin Zhisui and his group.
"Here now..."
Before she could say a word, Ye Jingjing grabbed her arm.
"Leave this to us, you hide quickly, and remember, don't try to be a hero."
Qin Tan was puzzled by Ye Jingjing's words.
She looked at the crowd with a puzzled expression, only to find that the way they were looking at her was unfamiliar.
It's like we're meeting for the first time today.
In their eyes, they seemed to be some kind of patient in this hospital, powerless to resist those murderers.
She realized that the timeline she was in was being overwritten by the past, and even the memories of those who entered this place were regressing to the past.
Lin Zhisui and others may have played the roles of the rescuers who came here at that time.
"Go quickly."
Ye Jingjing gave Qin Tan a push.
Through the glass, Qin Tan could see her own pale face and the dazed look in her eyes; her soul had no place to dwell, like an empty shell.
His eyes were unusually empty.
This is... her awakening seven years ago.
"Quick, hide!"
The female anchor rushed over, grabbed Qin Tan's arm, and led her toward the nurses' station.
The female anchor at this moment seems to be identifying with someone from back then, and is anxious to hide.
In her eyes, Qin Tan was the same as her, not the hero who saved her with a giant scythe.
Qin Tan did not resist and followed him to the lounge.
There were already several medical staff hiding inside. After Qin Tan went in, she simply took a white coat and put it on, then turned around.
"I have other places to go."
As she spoke, ignoring the female anchor's terrified and worried gaze, she walked down the fire escape to the basement.
She had previously heard someone say that all the bodies from that day, including those in the morgue, had disappeared.
At that time, after killing someone, the Abyss Cultists would specifically drag the body to the basement level.
The documents she reviewed indicated that there were traces of sacrificial rites performed on the hospital's basement level.
However, this sacrificial ceremony seems to have failed, not even making a ripple.
But what if... there had been no failure?
With a strange feeling, Qin Tan stained her white coat red with blood before walking up the stairs.
Her steps were light, and her golden pupils seemed almost frozen in the dimly lit stairwell.
When she pushed open the door to the basement level, sure enough, she saw many corpses.
The corpses knelt on the ground in a bizarre posture.
They stretched their hands out to the sky, silently praying for something.
The bodies that had just died were still soft and unable to maintain their kneeling posture, so an iron rod was driven into their backs to support them.
Blood flowed into a river.
The mottled marks of time on the wall suggest that time is turning back.
Qin Tan's arrival went unnoticed by these people.
The Abyss Cultists were able to infiltrate successfully because they impersonated medical staff and patients.
Everyone was wearing either a white coat or a hospital gown.
At this moment, the white coats that symbolize saving lives are stained red with blood.
The same applies to Qin Tan; she was treated as one of these believers' companions.
"Hurry up and move it."
Someone urged Qin Tan to hurry up.
The morgue door was pried open, revealing rows of cold corpses. Qin Tan dragged out one of them and arranged it neatly.
A corpse that has developed rigor mortis is also difficult to handle.
Those people didn't care about the beauty or ugliness of the posture; Qin Tan heard the sound of bones being broken.
Even the bones of the dead still crack.
Corpses formed a circle, and the entire underground space was stained with blood.
Amidst the chaotic bloody footprints, Qin Tan walked to the very center of the corpses.
Here, there is a coffin.
She bumped into the coffin as if by accident, causing the coffin lid to shift and reveal a gap.
Through the crack, Qin Tan could see the person inside.
It's a living person, not a corpse.
She could see the rise and fall of his chest; though the curve was faint, he was still alive.
He was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.
And this boy seems to be the divine body prepared by these Abyss cultists.
"Hurry up, we're going to be too late."
The sounds of fighting came from above, and a cultist shouted.
The rest of the people instantly took their positions, standing behind the corpses, holding butcher knives, and performing a mysterious dance.
They were muttering incantations.
It sounded like babbling, yet also like a shout.
They closed their eyes, extremely devout.
Qin Tan mingled among them, mimicking their steps.
With her eyes open, she saw the cement floor turn into a mirror, ripples spreading across its surface, and the corpses silently sinking.
The pitch-black ground forms a mirror image.
Even after the bodies were swallowed up, they continued to sink.
Beneath the corpses, swirling black mist rose, from which hands reached out, grabbing the bodies and beginning to feed.
Creak, creak.
That was the sound of human bones being torn apart.
As they fed, the black mist took on a human shape, and then a gaping maw appeared above the shadowy figures.
It opened its mouth wide and swallowed the dark figures whole.
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