Three doctors, each holding a scalpel, plunged it into their own necks. The sharp scalpels pierced the carotid artery, and blood gushed out.
The doctor didn't stop; the scalpel slid across the neck.
Three fountains shot straight up to the ceiling, unleashing a torrent of blood and gore.
It wasn't over yet. After turning around, the doctor didn't die. His head and cervical spine hung behind him like small backpacks.
Then he continued to draw zebra stripes haphazardly on his body with a scalpel.
Each cut pierced the flesh three inches deep, drawing blood and tearing flesh apart.
Yuan Qingli pulled up a stool and sat down. This transformation seemed to have taken a while.
However, the sword immortal behind him was almost finished with his battle, so these things were probably no concern to him.
Finally, the doctors in the operating room transformed into headless monsters covered in rotting flesh, their shapes almost identical to the transformed bodyguards.
The only difference was that after they cut themselves, they took out three more scalpels from under the operating table, scalpels at least three times larger.
Three monsters surrounded Yuan Qingli, and the small backpack hanging on her turned around and transformed into one strange and deformed head after another.
Two empty, slanted eyes—no, six—stared intently at Yuan Qingli, a sinister grin spreading across their lips.
"Eye!"
"heart!"
"Hand it over! Hand it over! Hand it over!"
Yuan Qingli felt her limbs stiffen, and her heart was pounding faster than ever before, as if it were about to explode.
She knew she had overestimated herself; she should have rushed in and taken care of the two of them before the transformation was complete.
The monsters' voices kept breaking through her mental defenses and composure.
Those strong nerves were instantly shattered, leaving them sensitive and fearful.
He dared not raise his head too much, only lifting his eyelids and rolling his eyeballs upward to meet the eerie head surrounding him.
Isolated and helpless.
For a fleeting moment, a thought flashed through Yuan Qingli's mind.
There's no way to escape!
They're doomed!
However, her thoughts were quickly swallowed up by her suddenly bursting will to survive.
Live on!
She has to live!
The doctors approached Yuan Qingli with cold smiles, but Yuan Qingli flipped over behind a table and shouted, "Sword Immortal, come and help!"
Outside the door, Mu Yingshan had already dealt with all the four-legged beasts.
Hearing Yuan Qingli's call, he involuntarily turned around and went into the house.
Looking at the isolated and helpless Yuan Qingli, Mu Yingshan seemed to see his former self in his hazy vision.
He found it ironic.
A violent aura surged from Mu Yingshan, and he roared like a demon from hell, with veins bulging at the corners of his mouth.
He has always disliked being ordered around or controlled by others.
Who would have thought that I would suffer such a great humiliation and become a tool for others?
First he was a thug, then a stable boy, and he even became a locksmith. As a sword immortal, he had never suffered such a humiliation.
Ever since Mu Yingshan was betrayed by his beloved, his kindness vanished like ashes.
In that world, he killed the traitor and, incidentally, slaughtered the entire sect, massacring their entire sect in a bloodbath.
After turning against the world, he was relentlessly hunted down by countless so-called righteous people. They never heard a word he said, but only saw the outcome, unaware of the pain in his heart.
Hmph, what justice and evil? They're just after his cultivation technique.
What kind of fairy is this? And what kind of master is this, who was assigned this role without any reason?
How can someone so young be their own master?
Since there is no affection involved, why should we care?
Kill her!
Change into a carefree body!
He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
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