In the lobby of the emergency room.
The waiters threw the kitchen knives, axes, and saws they were holding on the ground. Xia Tianqiong felt that this might not be enough, so she took out four or five fruit knives and scissors from the mirror space.
These were all everyday tools that Jiang Yu had purchased when she was stockpiling supplies, and they came in handy now.
The people around stared blankly, and no one went forward to take these things.
They all understood Xia Tianqiong's meaning: in order to survive, they had to voluntarily offer up their body parts.
But now there are no bodies available, so the only thing to donate is one's own body parts.
The group looked at each other, none of them willing to do it.
Almost everyone has a sense of wishful thinking.
Thinking that there were so many people here, even if it were a random selection, they might not be chosen, they thought. But if they voluntarily donated a part of their body, they would become disabled or even lose their life.
So it's better to do nothing and just wait.
This is what many people are thinking right now.
Looking at the diverse crowd, Xia Tianqiong suddenly reminded them, "There are still seven minutes left."
His reminder caused some people to panic.
"Move aside, let me try."
A dark-skinned middle-aged man emerged from the back of the crowd.
The man was dressed in tattered dark blue clothes, covered in mud and dust, and wearing a safety helmet. He was clearly a migrant worker at a construction site.
His right hand was wrapped in a tattered towel, which was already soaked in blood.
Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, he reached into his pocket with his left hand and pulled out a white plastic bag containing a severed thumb.
He broke his thumb in a machine while working at the construction site today. He originally planned to come to the hospital to have it reattached, but as soon as he arrived, before he could even register and see a doctor, a strange thing happened.
At this moment, the severed finger came in handy.
He cautiously approached the fourth monster, which was not yet fully pieced together, and when he was two or three meters away, he threw the severed finger at it.
The thumb automatically attached itself to the monster's body. At the same time, the migrant worker's expression suddenly changed, and he froze on the spot.
My right hand, which had been in excruciating pain, suddenly stopped hurting.
He unwrapped the towel from his right hand in confusion and saw that the bloody wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just two or three breaths, the wound disappeared, leaving a smooth and flat surface.
Although he is missing a thumb, his right hand looks normal and doesn't appear to have just been injured.
"This...this is too amazing!"
The migrant worker was both surprised and delighted. Not only had his wounds healed, but he was also full of strength and felt like he could carry three or four bags of cement.
Xia Tianqiong was also somewhat surprised, not expecting that special Netherworld power would have such an effect.
Everyone present witnessed this scene and was filled with astonishment.
Someone asked him, "How are you feeling? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
The migrant worker smiled憨厚ly, "It feels like a warm current is flowing through my body, coursing around everywhere. It feels so good, and I feel like I have inexhaustible energy."
Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions varied, with some clearly showing interest.
Offering just one finger would prevent being chosen and grant mysterious powers; this deal seems worth trying.
Then another person stepped forward.
He was also a middle-aged man. He picked up a kitchen knife, hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and chopped off his left little finger.
He picked up his little finger and threw it at the unassembled monster. Then the wound healed and the pain disappeared.
Two people had already taken the lead, and soon many others joined in.
The group was predominantly male; they would pick up tools such as kitchen knives, axes, or scissors, cut off their fingers or toes, and offer them to the monster.
However, the monster doesn't need that many fingers. The first dozen or so people who offered their fingers all received the rewards normally, but the rewards became invalid afterward.
"Oh no, what happened? I cut off my finger, why hasn't it healed? Why is it different from other people's?"
Someone clutched their bleeding hand and questioned Xia Tianqiong as if it were his fault.
Xia Tianqiong pointed to the animal skin painting next to her and replied indifferently, "To assemble a monster from the picture, different parts are needed. Obviously, fingers and toes are enough. Other parts need to be sacrificed."
Only then did everyone realize what was happening.
Those who had not yet donated their human parts hurried over to the animal skin painting and examined it closely.
In addition to fingers, it also requires palms, forearms, upper arms, soles of feet, calves, thighs, head, neck, torso, etc.
Upon closer inspection, everyone realized that each of these body parts was more fatal than the last.
No one is willing to donate any part of their body other than their fingers or toes, as that could result in disability or even death.
The scene fell silent once again.
Fifteen minutes passed quickly, and another person was selected.
"Ah! Help me, help me!"
"No, I don't want to die!"
"Black Wolf Hero, save me! Why won't you save me?"
Cries and screams rang out from the crowd, startling those around them who scattered in all directions, afraid of getting splattered with blood.
The number of people selected this time is significantly higher than last time.
At first glance, it appears that about forty or fifty people had their body parts torn off and were eventually assembled into the fourth monster.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that none of those who had previously offered their fingers had been chosen, confirming Xia Tianqiong's statement.
Upon seeing the newly discovered corpse, the quick-thinking individuals immediately rushed forward.
Human body parts can be donated, and these corpses are readily available materials.
Once the first person made a move, the others immediately reacted and rushed to grab the body.
To snatch a corpse means to snatch a chance to survive.
But there are still more than 300 people here, and only about 40 corpses. That's not enough for them to share.
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