The chance to be chosen was given to Du Lanshan. He was extremely excited and paced back and forth, as if he would lose control of his inner rage if he didn't do something.
Du Lanshan washed his hands again solemnly, watched countless images flip across the screen, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and decisively pressed the button.
Click, the screen stopped displaying a line of small text: Location: Wilderness, Sanatorium (Special).
"Congratulations, three fighters! You've drawn a special location and will receive a helpful tip." The receptionist smiled with empathy, "In this scene, besides your chosen opponent, other characters related to the sanatorium will randomly appear. You can treat them as NPCs."
"NPC?" Liao Yuewei asked, puzzled. "Is it the kind of NPC that issues quests?"
"No!" The receptionist laughed even harder, "It's the kind of NPC that reaps lives!"
In other words, they not only have to deal with three maintainers, but also an unknown number of NPCs?!
This answer is breathtaking!
Fortunately, the three of them weren't easily frightened. After the receptionist left, they huddled together and studied the words she had left behind.
"The clues are related people. Could they be staff members of the nursing home or patients receiving treatment there?"
"Patients and medical staff who can kill, tsk, is this some kind of terrifying mental asylum?" Du Lanshan stroked his eyebrows and thought seriously. He carefully composed himself so as not to affect his companion's mood.
He was willing to risk his life to avenge Du Lushu, but he couldn't let Shuangshuang and Liao Meizi be implicated. Besides, a life-for-a-life revenge was too foolish, especially now that Du Lushu had come back to life. If this encounter were merely a one-on-one duel between him and Qing Nai, he would have risked everything. But now, having calmed down, Du Lanshan could only silently apologize to his younger brother. He would consider the bigger picture, and from now on, even if he couldn't save Qing Nai's life, he would make him understand what pain truly meant.
Although Cheng Shuang and Liao Yuewei couldn't see through Du Lanshan's thoughts, they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw him regain his composure. Cheng Shuang promised, "Uncle Du, I will help you avenge Uncle Du."
Du Lanshan patted the little girl's soft hair and shook his head with relief, "It's okay, your sister Juan's matter is more important now. Your Uncle Du is not in a hurry. If there is an opportunity, he may prefer to take matters into his own hands."
Liao Yuewei remained silent for a moment, saying nothing, but exchanged a glance with Cheng Shuang, everything understood without words.
Aona cannot live!
Four hours passed in the blink of an eye, and the gate opened once again. Du Lanshan slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and stepped into the darkness first.
Suddenly, the darkness faded, revealing a white, yellowish corridor, and the pungent smell of disinfectant forcefully invaded my nostrils.
Du Lanshan, his face tense, turned around and saw his two companions appear behind him. He immediately relaxed, sniffed, and asked in a helpless voice, "Why does the sanatorium smell so strongly of disinfectant?"
After looking around, Cheng Shuang shrugged, equally puzzled.
The corridor was quiet, about ten meters long, with a staircase at the end and a stationary elevator in the middle.
She raised her head slightly, her eyes fixed on the nearest white iron gate. The small window on the gate was only the size of two palms; it wasn't a glass window, but rather a device resembling a security iron railing.
There's a small combination lock on the iron railing; it seems it can be opened.
As for its function... Liao Yuewei whispered to Cheng Shuang, "Some mental hospitals have this kind of equipment to facilitate the delivery of food and medicine."
"But this place looks more like a prison to me." Cheng Shuang pursed her lips. What kind of person would need to live in such a depressing place to recuperate?
Seemingly sensing her confusion, Du Lanshan approached the window, attempting to see the scene inside through the iron bars.
Just as he was about an arm's length away from the window, a pair of withered, pale arms suddenly stretched out from the window and frantically clawed at Du Lanshan's face.
Those were a pair of thin, bony hands with thick, long nails, the tips of which bore jagged, uneven teeth marks.
If you get scratched, your face will be covered in grime, not to mention the black sludge between your fingers, which is quite disgusting.
Du Lanshan leaned back strategically and swiftly grabbed the opponent's hand. He was extremely strong and easily trapped both hands in his palm, dodging the opponent's unexpected attack.
The owner of the arm was silent for a moment, then began to struggle even more frantically.
Du Lanshan looked out the window, only to find nothing there.
He exclaimed in surprise, then turned around and whispered, "Nobody's here..."
"I think you should look down," Liao Yuewei reminded her. The trapped hands weren't big, a little longer than Cheng Shuang's small hands, but they were excessively flat.
Du Lanshan bent down and, sure enough, saw an old man inside the window who was only a few centimeters taller than Cheng Shuang. His hair was gray, his body was hunched over and completely naked, and he was so thin that his spine protruded.
Perhaps hurt by Du Lanshan's large hand, the old man bent over and let out a series of heart-wrenching coughs.
Du Lanshan subconsciously let go of him and took several steps back, while Cheng Shuang silently took out the cleaning agent and sprayed it on her Uncle Du's hands. The young girl said seriously, "Just to be on the safe side, disinfect and sterilize."
Du Lanshan agreed, spreading his arms wide. "Come on, let's disinfect your whole body." As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator rang with a ding, and two medical staff in white coats ran out... or rather, humanoid monsters who were obsessed with role-playing?
They looked worried and anxiously urged Cheng Shuang and the other two, "Are you new caregivers? Why are you on the fourth floor? Come quickly, come with us. There are a few patients on the top floor whose old illnesses have flared up."
One of them reached out to grab Cheng Shuang, but Cheng Shuang dodged in time. She slipped into the elevator first, followed by Liao Yuewei and Du Lanshan.
The little girl blinked innocently at the two doctors in white coats, "You're too slow, let's go to the top floor first!" After saying that, she decisively pressed the elevator button for the thirtieth floor.
The two doctors in white coats outside stared in disbelief as the elevator doors closed, momentarily stunned and unable to react...
"Thirty floors?" Du Lanshan stared at the row of densely packed elevator buttons, a strange light in his eyes. "Is it really that high?"
Cheng Shuang immediately understood his thinking. If it was really high, did it mean that they were very close to the sky disguised as the heavens, practically within arm's reach of the VIPs watching the performance?
She lowered her eyes in thought, suppressing her impulse, and shook her head to dissuade him with a double meaning, "Uncle Du, don't be impulsive. Even if you get close, you may not be able to break through the air. I believe there must be flying monsters among the humanoid monsters!" If the master were so easy to approach, wouldn't he just fly out of the arena?
Liao Yuewei stroked her chin and agreed, "In a high-tech world, there will always be defensive measures that are unimaginable to our civilization."
The elevator reached the thirtieth floor, and as soon as the doors opened, a commotion erupted.
"Get the injection quickly!"
"Where is the composure?"
"Here, here!"
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