At this moment, the Japanese soldiers' actions were highly purposeful.
There must be a commander among these neon soldiers!
But these spirits all look almost identical, making it impossible to tell them apart.
The commander of the undead army successfully blended into the ordinary undead.
Just when Xu Fan was about to give up.
Wang Pangzi's voice rang out from behind.
"Brother Xu, just run straight back, you'll find Ward 44 in about 200 meters."
The door over there can be opened.
After hearing what Fatty Wang said, Xu Fan also began to become more cautious.
Xu Fan released a large amount of spiritual energy, repelling the undead that rushed in front of him.
These undead have very weak individual attack capabilities.
However, their advantage, or rather their most obvious characteristic, is that they have a lot of ghosts.
No matter how outstanding Xu Fan's attack ability is, he will feel powerless when facing an endless and organized army of undead.
Fortunately, this attack halted the advance of the undead and stopped their surging offensive.
Taking advantage of this opening, Xu Fan ran directly behind him.
"Eighty meters left, seventy meters left."
The undead soldiers of the neon army have recovered and are charging at Xu Fan and his group again.
"Fifty meters, forty meters."
Xu Fan's speed is hundreds of times faster than that of an average person.
For him, a hundred meters is a distance he can cover in the blink of an eye.
But here, Xu Fan felt that time was passing very slowly.
The undead army followed very closely behind.
"Ten meters, nine meters, eight meters."
The ghosts of those neon soldiers had already slashed Xu Fan's body with their bayonets.
Because of his god-level soldier status, his physical body would not be harmed.
However, Xu Fan felt a burning sensation from his soul.
Fatty Wang stood in front of ward number 44.
His face was as pale as paper.
However, he still overcame his inner fears.
He stretched out his somewhat greasy, chubby hand.
"Hey!"
With a forceful pull, the fat man dragged Xu Fan directly into Ward 44.
The gate closed, and peace returned to the outside.
Xu Fan and Fatty Wang felt as if they had lived two lifetimes.
From the combined efforts of tens of thousands of Japanese soldiers who perished.
The two of them managed to escape death.
Successfully entered Ward 44.
Although Xu Fan possesses the SSS-level skill "God-level Warrior" to protect his physical body from harm.
However, the opponent's attacks can directly affect his soul.
Even now, Xu Fan can still feel the pain in his soul.
"It seems my SSS-level talent, The Legend of Sword and Fairy, is still not up to par."
Xu Fan wanted to repair the damage to his soul as quickly as possible.
He immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, slowly absorbing the endless resentment that permeated the air.
The little white figure above his head also tried its best to help Xu Fan transform his resentment into usable true energy.
Wang Pangzi ignored everything else, sat down on the ground, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
"Wow, Brother Xu, we two are really strong!"
"Don't be fooled by the endless stream of ghosts outside; they can't get in through this tiny door."
Xu Fan asked indifferently, "Did you take any photos just now?"
Fatty Wang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh.
"Oh dear, I forgot to take the camera out."
As he spoke, Fatty Wang took out a handheld DV camera with a mysterious talisman attached to it from his pocket.
"What's wrong with my brain? How could I forget something so important?"
Xu Fan gave a wry smile and said, "Don't blame yourself for having a problem with your brain. You've protected your brain very well for the past twenty-odd years because you've used it almost all the time."
Fatty Wang was about to retort, but he could only swallow his words.
Then came a long sigh.
Xu Fan has finished repairing his soul.
Slowly stand up and look around.
They are currently in the lobby of ward number 44.
The layout here looks a lot like an outpatient building.
The first thing you see is a large information desk.
However, the facilities inside are now in a state of disrepair.
Black, fluffy things were hanging on it.
There are many signs and reminders inside Ward 44.
However, the signs here are all written in Japanese.
It seems this really is a joint venture hospital between China and Japan.
There are just more signs in Japanese here.
The outside was unusually quiet, as if there were some kind of restriction on the building.
The undead soldiers of the neon army, who were gradually awakening from the ground, could not directly enter the outpatient building.
Fatty Wang fiddled with the camera in his hand.
They recklessly opened the door to Ward 44 a crack.
Suddenly, dozens of arms of neon soldier ghosts reached out from the crack in the door, trying to grab Fatty Wang.
Fortunately, he learned from his mistakes.
The door was only slightly ajar, and he was always ready to close it.
He saw so many undead hands trying to squeeze through the crack in the door.
He roared and slammed the door shut with all his might.
After he finished, he came running over listlessly with his camera.
"Brother Xu, it won't work. There are just too many ghosts outside. I won't have a chance to finish filming."
Xu Fan then extended his hand and said, "I'll take the picture for you, and you can open the door again."
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