"I...I was just kidding. We're comrades who've been through thick and thin together, surviving the S-class monsters. How could I possibly report you to headquarters?" Ma Xingbang said from the bottom of his heart.
“But I wasn’t joking.” Fang Xiu stared calmly at Ma Xingbang, his unfathomable gaze sending a chill down Ma Xingbang’s spine.
He was absolutely certain that Fang Xiu was not joking!
Ma Xingbang's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously gripped the golden key in his pocket. If Fang Xiu really made a move, he would run away immediately.
"Alright, Brother Xiu, stop scaring him. Let's hurry up and leave. I'm afraid that little girl will come back," Yang Ming suddenly said.
Fang Xiu withdrew his gaze from Ma Xingbang.
The group continued on their way.
Under Fang Xiu's deliberate guidance, they headed towards Building C.
Although some locations of Aoyama Mental Hospital have changed, the locations of these buildings have not changed.
The group walked through the sky bridge connecting the buildings and arrived at Building C.
Next, just go to the fifth floor and find room 520.
However, it's easier said than done; no one knows what dangers lie ahead on the way to room 520.
Soon, the group arrived at a large hall.
The hall was quite spacious, with a few rows of tables and chairs scattered around, including an old-fashioned television, a Go board, a ping-pong table, and so on.
"This is... the activity room for mental patients?" Yang Ming looked around and asked.
He then looked at the old television and exclaimed in amazement, "This television model is really old. It's a plasma television? That kind of thing has been obsolete for a long time. Now everyone has LCD televisions."
Fang Xiu looked at the plasma TV in front of him and a thought struck him.
Both the architectural style and the infrastructure of the mental hospital indicate that it was built more than a decade ago.
He had a vague guess in his mind that the mental hospital must have been built by the director more than ten years ago, and then some kind of means was used to move it to the other side.
While everyone was looking at the plasma TV, Ma Xingbang had no interest in watching it at all, because he had lost face.
He discovered that he had not only lost face, but also his ability to plagiarize. Fortunately, he still had the ability he had acquired through plagiarism, otherwise he would have been completely ruined.
He desperately wants to get his face back.
For him, face is worthless, but ability is absolutely essential!
In other words, Ma Xingbang was unaware that after his face was taken away, his life was now tied to the little girl's; otherwise, he would have been even more anxious.
"Let's go," Fang Xiu said, and then continued on his way.
At this moment, Yang Ming came over directly, staring intently at Fang Xiu with a look of surprise: "Brother Xiu, your face is healed?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then looked over and found that Fang Xiu's wounds had indeed completely healed, without even a scar, and his skin was even better than before.
Bai Qi: "......."
"There's no need to worry about such trivial matters," Fang Xiu replied casually, then walked forward.
Bai Qi: "......"
As everyone reached the middle of the activity room, a shocking change occurred!
A sudden stench of rotting corpses filled the air.
Everyone was startled. Having experienced the previous two strange events, they were already on edge and extremely sensitive to any disturbance.
"The source of the smell is up there."
Following Fang Xiu's reminder, everyone quickly looked up at the ceiling of the activity room.
Ripples, like water waves, appeared on the ceiling, spreading densely across the entire ceiling.
"careful!"
Bai Qi drew his short sword from his waist with a solemn expression, and the others also entered battle mode.
The next moment, countless pale arms covered in lividity grew from the ceiling, spreading wildly like vines and grabbing at the crowd.
The battle is triggered instantly.
With a flash of white light, several arms were severed, falling to the ground and slowly merging into it as if they were becoming invisible.
Then, new arms will grow from the ceiling.
Just like chives, once you cut one crop, another grows back.
"Damn it! This hand technique isn't very strong, but it's impossible to cut it all off! Damn it, the weirdos in this mental hospital are all more perverted than the last!" Yang Ming cursed as he attacked in anger.
Ma Xingbang tried to crush the arms with gravity, but it was useless; more arms would grow from the ceiling.
Fang Xiu, on the other hand, watched them fight leisurely.
That's right, just watching leisurely.
Because those arms didn't attack him at all.
Yang Ming quickly noticed this.
"Holy crap, Hugh, why weren't you attacked? Could it be true, as Ma Xingbang said, that you're in cahoots with the mental hospital?"
Ma Xingbang's eyes flashed, and he said in a gloomy tone, "I knew it! Fang Xiu, you have a problem!"
"Brother Hugh, if you're really in cahoots with them, then make them stop right now. I'm one of them!"
"Shut up! How can you still be joking at a time like this!" Bai Qi snapped.
Bai Qi understood Yang Ming perfectly; he could tell at a glance that Yang Ming was joking.
Anyone with a brain knows that if Fang Xiuzhen was in cahoots with the weirdos at the mental hospital, then he'd be home already, so why would he be pretending?
Without Fang Xiu, they might not even have been able to get past the first hurdle, the human ball.
That is, Ma Xingbang, because the other party harbored resentment and had preconceived notions, began to suspect when there was a problem.
"Hehe." Yang Ming chuckled, "I was just trying to lighten the mood, wasn't I? This Ghost Hand isn't very strong, but it just goes on and on, making the fight too boring."
Fang Xiu calmly looked at the scalpel in his hand, already having a guess in his mind.
He tried waving the scalpel towards the monstrous hand, and sure enough, the monstrous hand retreated rapidly in fright, as if it had seen its natural enemy.
It seems that this scalpel left an extremely deep impression on the Ghost Hand, so much so that even now, the Ghost Hand feels an instinctive fear whenever it sees a scalpel.
That's why I wasn't attacked.
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