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While watching the barrage, he guessed:

[Can this potion really cure zombie poison? But why is this colorless...]

[It seems that there are two kinds of potions, colorless and purple...]

[I don't understand, anyway, let the host think about it]

[This anchor is very selfish, I will wait for him to die! 】

[Let's take it easy in front, the anchor is old and ruthless, don't look at his student-like face...]

[Yueyue is really cute, why does she keep following the anchor, the anchor doesn't seem to be anything special...]

[The two of them don't seem to be lovers either. They don't know much, don't know much about them. Could they be brothers and sisters? 】

[Are you going to the Central Hospital now? It must be dangerous in there...]

【…】

"What I expected was good, vaccine or antidote... There are actually two kinds." Su Mingan looked at Yueyue who was finally freed from the crisis, and thought: "The hidden virus from mushrooms will hide in people's bodies. In China, its vaccine must be planted on human corpses—that is, the source of this colorless bottle. And the virus from zombies requires that bottle of purple liquid to detoxify.”

"Since I thought of it, why did I cut off my arm in the first place?" Yueyue didn't understand this behavior of not drinking the antidote even though she had it in her hand.

"...Because I have seen a scene that I can't tell you for the time being." Su Mingan stood up and looked at the dark hospital inside: "If you drink the purple liquid in order to relieve the temporary zombie poison, maybe The final battle cannot be fought..."

He suddenly saw Yueyue's gaze looking over, it was a kind of ignorance that was unique to her, like a fog shrouded in mist.

"Don't you understand? It doesn't matter." Su Mingan walked towards the hospital: "Everything... just leave it to me."

Yueyue grabbed the sword in her hand and followed closely behind him.

... She doesn't care what the truth of this world is like.

For her, she has long positioned herself as a sword that can go anywhere. As long as she can draw a sword against all darkness, she will follow even at the end of the world.

...Even if Su Ming'an never knew what he was thinking, it didn't matter. Since the beginning of the world game, it has been divided into 50,000 x cities. Since there is a 1 in 50,000 probability that they will meet in the same x city, it is destiny.

Yueyue has always been very confident in her luck.

……

As soon as I stepped into the hospital, I felt an all-pervasive sense of coldness gradually attacking. It quickly climbed up from the place I stepped on, and a sense of danger quickly climbed up my spine.

The long corridor in front of him was like a huge mouth opened by a beast, surrounded by darkness, and the low roar of zombies echoed in the empty corridor.

Su Ming'an opened the map, and he came in from the east gate of the hospital. The hospital is divided into four gates: south, east, north and west. Except for a hall in each area, the rest are corridors with various clinics, all the way to the middle. The circular hall and elevator - this structure looks strange, like a maze specially prepared for outsiders.

He turned on the flashlight, and suddenly had the feeling that he was playing a horror game when he was the master of the game. The round light in his hand came from the "nuclear" flashlight in his hand, and it seemed that it would never go out.

He stared at the map in his hand, and the zombie hidden beside him suddenly rushed over, and the silver sword behind him pierced it precisely, not letting it disturb him at all.

Wiping his finger on the picture, he turned back to the girl holding the sword and said, "Let's go to the intensive care unit on the third floor first."

"I'll go with you." Yueyue said.

She held the sword with extreme precaution, facing the surroundings, her eyes lit up for a moment, because danger came from all directions, she was not sure whether she could keep the two of them safe and sound.

This journey seemed a little silent, only the sound of the silver sword breaking through the air and the piercing sound of the zombie's body. Su Mingan held the map between his fingers and held the flashlight in his hand. There was no room for a weapon at all.

When he saw a glint of **** light in the hall, he knew that the middle hall had arrived.

Danmu is more afraid than him:

[This hospital is too underworld, just like the hospital used to play horror games...]

[Why are the anchor and Yueyue not afraid at all? I'm scared to death when I see it...]

[I admire this courage alone, I hope they can go to the end...]

[To be honest, we shouldn't be so demanding of others... They are really not easy...]

[Hoho, it started again? I remember you when I scolded so hard before? 】

[Don't scold, don't scold, I don't know if this anchor basically doesn't watch the barrage, and if you scold, you're scolded in vain, and you're still being scolded, and the naigou audience still doesn't understand, I'm speechless...]

【…】

It's only been three days since the end of the world broke out, but the long staircase seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. Su Ming'an even saw blood-colored flowers and mushrooms growing from the cracks. The moment he stepped into the ring hall, countless **** palm prints suddenly appeared on the wall, bright red and jet black mixed into one piece, dragging them down, like the traces of despair left by a dying person in pain.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but the hospital windows didn't let in any light. Only when the round white light on his hand swept through, Su Mingan could see the rusted iron cabinet, and the mold and buds. seat.

"he he he he he……"

He suddenly heard a silver bell-like laughter.

There were slight footsteps behind him, and the distance didn't sound like it was from far to near at all, as if it was laughing against the back of his neck. He tightened the flashlight in his hand and quickly moved away, but only A whole wall could be seen—a whole wall covered in blood and black palm prints.

On it, there are **** big characters written:

[—Do you want to pick mushrooms with me? 】

Originally, the figure of Yueyue, who had been close to her all the time, disappeared as if she had suddenly disappeared.

...What kind of danger did this trigger?

Su Mingan watched vigilantly.

"Boom--" There was a beating sound from the iron cabinet behind him, as if something wanted to rush out. Just when Su Mingan turned to look again, the place where the iron cabinet was originally also became A wall covered in blood.

"Squeak--" There was a light sound of the wind blowing the cabinet door from the right.

The next moment, Su Mingan immediately placed a clone on the right.

"Bang!"

He was splattered with blood all over his face.

The clone replaced him, and he was just one step away from death.

...it's too dangerous here.

Countless mushrooms grew crazily from the flesh and blood of the clone that had cut off half of his body, and stretched out strange grass blades, entwining towards him.

And behind the lush plants ~www.novelmt.com~ stood a small figure, with a blood-colored dress faintly visible.

"Run, run..." She gave a crisp laugh.

Su Ming'an endured the numb phantom pain in half of his body, turned around and ran away.

The audience in the live broadcast room seemed to have fallen into a dead silence. I don't know if they were scared or something. At this time, the page was blank.

Su Mingan stepped up to the rotten stairs.

"呲呲—"

The moment he stepped on it, he felt the part where his heel stepped loose, and when he took another step up, he heard the sound of the stairs behind gradually corroding and breaking.

Along with escaping upward, the road behind is constantly collapsing.

He heard the sound of collapse getting closer and closer to him. It seemed that someone was breathing cold air on the back of his neck. The chill went deep into his body from there, and even his steps became a little stiff.

He strode forward with all his strength, and his heels seemed to be on fire. When he saw the safe platform on the second floor, he jumped up with all his strength and stretched out his hand—

The flashlight went round and round, and the light gradually disappeared in a bottomless darkness.

There is only one hand away from the wide platform.

He felt that his forward momentum was weakening, and the strength brought by the jump gradually diminished. The moment his fingers reached out to the platform with all his strength, he saw the bright light and shadow sprinkled on the platform.

--Light.

He leaned forward forcefully, the stairs under his feet had completely disappeared, and the whole person swooped forward in the air, with nothing else to rely on.

The short distance is infinitely magnified in front of the eyes.

The place where the hand can reach is a palm's distance away.