Thriller Paradise Chapter 479: The Cursed Hospital (End)

With hideous faces and hooked ghost claws, the ghosts wailed in horror and rushed towards Feng Bujue. M

Even if the people in this corridor are not ghosts, but ordinary residents of dozens of monster kingdoms, I'm afraid Feng Bujue can't stand it. What's more... there is a black mist chasing him behind him. Once blocked, he will soon be swallowed by the dean's evil spirit.

Seeing the scene ahead, I felt that my brother couldn't help but say something bad: "Cut... are you going to hang it here..." The next second, he deceived himself and said, "Well... there must be some kind of The way...If I'm not wrong, in fact, Leicester used to be an excellent rugby running back in high school. This kind of small scene can pass through at high speed with just a few moves... and he still has the ability to play. The potential to unlock the gene lock in the crisis, like the current situation, is a good time to explode SEED!"

At the time of his YY, the ghost group is close at hand...

"Hmm..." Brother Jue swallowed, "Sure enough, there is no such possibility!"

Yes, expecting Lester to solve the problem on his own is hopeless, but...

"Goblin Whirlwind Legs!"

"Night Demon Attack!"

Suddenly, two strange shadows flashed out of the wall abruptly. One of them has a sharp voice and the other has a deep voice. The two used their unique monster moves to blast the ghost in front of Feng Bujue to the ground. .

"Run! Man." The count shouted, "We are blocking here!"

"I will still complain against you! You villain!" Victor shouted.

The entry of these two uninvited guests instantly helped Brother Jue clear a path.

"Thanks!" Feng Bujue responded to this sentence. Already passed those two.

The black mist followed, roaring wildly, and the dean’s voice sounded in the mist: "Don't get in the way!"

But... the two figures in the hallway, one tall and one short, didn't move a step.

Victor sneered: "Impersonator nobleman, where did you copy the name of your move?"

The earl also smiled and said: "Unscrupulous profiteer. Can you also be called the whirlwind leg?"

Until the moment they were swallowed by the black mist, they were still fighting each other and not giving way to each other...

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On the other side, Brother Jue has successfully passed the one-way passage. He took advantage of the changing gravitation and jumped to the first floor.

"Ah!" As soon as he landed, he let out a scream.

It wasn't that I had accidentally slapped his foot, but something suddenly bit his ankle.

Feng Bujue lowered his head to look, but saw a ghost baby with blue body and tusks wrapped around his calf.

"Huh..." Upon seeing this, Jue had a cold expression, "It seems that you are dissatisfied with the food!" He showed no mercy. He furiously kicked the monster and kicked it out.

However, as soon as he got rid of one, he turned around and found... there was a whole corridor of monsters behind him.

"Hey..." Dozens of ghost infants made strange screams at Feng Bujue at the same time, crying and roaring, making people fearful.

"Hahahaha...you can't run away!" The black mist that the dean had melted was also approaching again at this time. "I've said... As your consciousness changes, everything here will change. There are countless earthbound spirits on this land. They won't let you escape back to the world of the living!" The black mist had poured down from the passage and poured onto Feng Bujue's head.

The time between the electric light and flint...

But see... a white smoke ring, like a physical cannonball, blasted through the air, and actually broke up the falling black mist.

"Fur--" A spit of smoke suddenly sounded.

A black baby boy with long horns appeared at the other end of the corridor. In a rhythmic tone, he cursed with a clear accent: "U Madr Fakel (for civilization, here transliteration)!" He raised his short right hand and pointed it towards the ceiling. "Kill him!"

Following Martin's order, the ghost babies in the entire corridor were all turning targets, swimming up like a cockroach and rushing to the upper passage.

Feng Bujue took a look at the road ahead, and ran away before thinking about it.

And the black mist that was broken up has re-formed within these few seconds. And constantly pouring out from above: "Old smoker! You are a mantis arm as a car!"

Martin snorted coldly when he heard the words, like hip-hop rap, and faced the dean again with English slang and swear words. The scolding was so terrible and terrible. Even Jue brother learned a lot of new vocabulary.

"Man, thank you for your cigarette." Feng Bujue said as he passed by Martin.

"You're welcome." Feng Bujue replied and moved on.

At this moment, Brother Jue finally understood: the side missions in this script have another significance...that is, the number of completed missions determines the difficulty of the final escape plot. If he had only completed the two most basic clearance branches before, then the number of people who came to help himself would definitely not be that many now.

"In that case... Mr. Harper should also come out to help somewhere..." Feng Bujue said in his heart while running towards the lobby, "Frank and the little girl's plot is not considered Mission, so these two may not appear. And the white wolf clan cook in the kitchen...has been slaughtered, and I have no communication with him. Um...In this way, if it weren’t for Oynk’s intrusion, I’m now Maybe there are more helpers..."

At this moment, he is still thinking about the various previous situations and analyzing all the possibilities that have been missed and that will happen... This is definitely a manifestation of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Of course, it is also possible... He was just entangled in the [Mean Card] and [Little Black Rabbit Milk Candy] that he had finally gotten but not used.

", young man." Sure enough, near the hospital lobby, Mr. Harper appeared.

This old man is standing in the middle of the corridor wearing a hospital gown. His body surface is still full of shocking pinholes, but the infusion tube is not inserted at the moment.

"You seem to be in trouble." Harper asked Joke after he finished greeting.

When Feng Bujue heard it, he was shocked, "No? Did you chase behind me so soon?" He turned his head and glanced. Indeed, the black mist is here again...

"Yes...it's a big trouble." Brother Jue replied, speeding up his feet.

On the previous section of the road, his running speed has slowed down, firstly because of his physical strength. The second was because of the injury on the ankle... the wound from the ghost infant's bite was much more serious than he thought.

"That's the dean..." Mr. Harper's pierced eyeballs stared straight into the black mist, "I see... Give it to me here, young man."

"Ah...thank you." Feng Bujue turned his head back when he ran past the old man.

"Harper! You old immortal..." The dean's roar came from the black fog again, "Get out of me!"

Mr. Harper ignored him again. The old man stood firm in the middle of the corridor and stretched his arms. "I told you a long time ago...you bastard..." At this point, the pinholes on his body have begun to emit black liquid, "I hate Dr. Pepper!"

Boom! There was a loud noise, and the movement seemed to be opened after a can the size of a water tank was shaken. Feng Bujue, who had run some distance, thought that Harper had blew himself up, and couldn't help looking back.

I saw...a huge amount of black liquid was spraying out of the pinholes in Mr. Harper's body, meeting the black mist of the Dean.

For a while. Two strands of black matter collided in the corridor; one resembled a raging cloud, the other resembling a surging wave... Harper and the dean actually fought each other regardless.

At this moment, Feng Bujue finally came to the last corner in front of the lobby.

"Almost... almost reaching the limit..." Brother Jue knew in his heart. Lester will soon formally breathe, because the "socks" in his pocket can no longer restrain the erosion of the cold.

In addition, the pain of the foot wound, the soreness of the whole body after running wildly, and the huge pressure on the heart and lungs all indicate that... the condition of the "player" has also reached a state of exhaustion.

"Ha...Ha..." Brother Jue's speed at this moment is almost the same as "walking fast", he leaned on the wall and staggered past the last corner.

The lobby of the hospital is right in front of him, and the door is 20 meters away. He can even see...a ray of faint sunlight. Come in through the door.

Of course, the two hundred square meters of hospital lobby...has been full of ghosts.

In the eyes of "Leicester", they are just like living people, with entities. To put it simply...the road ahead is impassable.

"He...hahaha..." Feng Bujue smiled when he saw this scene. He took a breath and shouted to the front, "Everyone... how about letting a way out?" he said. Move forward on one side. But the ghosts just stood there looking at him, and didn't mean to give way.

"I warn you..." Brother felt that he would not admit defeat when he died. He clearly had no choice but he still said confidently, "I have been full of anger for a long time, don't force me to open Wushuang and rush out. "He said it as if it was true, but unfortunately...it doesn't work.

"Let him go." Suddenly, from behind Brother Jue, a little girl's voice came.

Feng Bujue was startled when he heard the sound and quickly turned his face away. Then, he saw a bright red ghost.

The visitor is undoubtedly the little girl in the 125th ward. At this time, she really combed herself a double ponytail hairstyle, and her horrible eight-eyed face was also revealed. However, in this kind of environment where ghosts gather and no one looks like a person, what kind of appearance is considered "horrible" is really open to question...

The little girl glanced at Feng Bujue, then said to the large group of ghosts, "He... can save us all."

Two short sentences, the tone is calm, but they seem to have magical powers, driving those earth-bound spirits into action. In less than two seconds, the ghosts retreated neatly on both sides. Among the ghosts, a road leading to the gate was left.

"Why are you here to help me?" Feng Bujue turned his head and asked, "You are also the earth-bound spirit here, even if you are not controlled by the spirit's instinct, there is no reason..."

"No, I am not." The little girl interrupted Brother Jue, "I am not a creature, I have never been." She continued, "This is a place of spiritual gathering, and I am here. Guardian spirit. Until one day, a **** higher than me came here and maliciously left a curse." She paused, "Actually... it is not this land that is cursed, but is trapped here. It's...'I'." She raised a hand and pointed in the direction of the door. "Come on, alien traveler, Leicester, whoever you are... your departure is the end. After this redemption is completed, I and all the souls here will be freed."

"Hugh--want!" With a roar, the black mist came up, "I want you to bury me!"

Feng Bujue turned his head and ran away when he saw the undercurrent coming.

He limped and staggered towards the gate. The black mist behind was chasing up like a shadow, even the little girl and the ghosts in the lobby were powerless to resist, and all were swallowed in.

"You can't run away! All the power here has been absorbed by me, no one can stop me!" The dean's voice almost reached Feng Bujue's ears. "You can't escape from my palm...Lester, never think about it!"

At this moment, every inch of the entire hospital's space has been filled with the thick black mist of the dean's evil spirits, and only an inch of land near the gate has not been swallowed by him.

And the only exit is close at hand!

"It's just a little bit...not too bad..." Feng Bujue simply crawled and crawled to the door.

But... it's two meters in front of the door. The injured leg he was dragging was caught by the black mist.

"Hahahaha...hahaha..." The dean laughed wildly. In the surging black fog, a fat face covered with copper plates and a strong copper smell came out, "The game is over..."

He was right. When his legs were entangled in the black mist, Feng Bujue's whole body couldn't move. An unprecedented somatosensory strikes... If "death" is a feeling, then, here and now, Feng Bujue is experiencing death.

His body was stained gray, and his whole body was enveloped in death. He has all five senses. But if there is something like nothing.

This is the feeling of a ghost... everything in life seems to be an illusion; and "death" at this moment is true. If they do not accept this truth, they will disappear. Because they were afraid of forgetting that "illusion", they were eager to swallow life.

"Did you feel it, right? Hehe...This is death!" The dean's face moved towards him, "This...is your home and the home of creatures. It's just...even in the underworld. You guys. The dregs will also be trampled under my feet!"

"Death...but is also part of the chaos." Feng Bujue said feebly, "All things begin in chaos and return to chaos. What is life, what is death... It is meaningless, knowing life and death can only know life and death. There is no life and no death; what is reality, what is illusion, boundless and unbounded, everything is just between one thought." He muttered, but the body actually moved again and crawled towards the door slowly...

"What's the matter?" The dean was horrified, "It's impossible!" He controlled the black mist and continued to pounce on Feng Bujue on the ground, but the faint rays of the sun at the door seemed to be indestructible. A barrier to keep it out of the "line" of light.

"I have to thank you..." Feng Bujue crawled and said, "There is a part of the knowledge that No.Zero taught me...I couldn't understand it at first. At this moment, thanks to the feeling of death. Thanks, I seem to have figured it out a bit."

With a word to the ground, Jue Ge turned over and rolled out of the gate.

"No!" A rumbling roar came from the black mist, as if it could shake the human soul apart.

But the roar was quickly replaced by another voice.

"Oh, my goodness! Look, is that clothes?"

"Hey! Come here! I think we dug something!"

"Drag him out!"

"Be careful! He is frozen, don't break his limbs."

Some conversations entered Feng Bujue’s ears, and his body temperature dropped to freezing point in an instant; the dazzling bright light dangled twice in front of his eyes, making him realize... Eyes closed. Then, he gradually lost consciousness...

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When Feng Bujue came back to his senses, a voice prompt sounded directly in his ear: [The current task has been completed, the main task has been completed] [It will be automatically sent after watching the ending]

At this time, his control over the body has also disappeared, and he has become a state of viewing CG from the perspective of God.

In the picture, the covers of many newspapers and magazines flashed past...

[The night shift security guard who survived miraculously][He escaped after being buried for nearly 30 hours][The miracle of the rescue team's perseverance]

Similar headlines flashed continuously, and then there were several sets of TV news clips, various monster hosts holding microphones and broadcasting in front of the camera:

"The Cedar County Public Hospital accident led to a terrifying corruption case, and local officials were dismissed one after another. The spokesperson of the Kingdom said that he would thoroughly investigate the case and hope that current officials across the country will take warning."

"The special plan for building inspection standards for public institutions has been launched and is expected to be implemented within this year."

"Are the rumors of the curse true or false? Is it the evil of the hospital director? Or is it a loophole in the system?"

"Today, the only survivor of the Cedar County Public Hospital accident has been discharged. During the hospitalization, this gentleman refused all media interviews..."

After a series of endless editing shots flashed past ~IndoMTL.com~Feng Bujue's scenes finally came to a standstill.

Spring is full, and the ice and snow melt.

On a green hill, a figure walked slowly.

It was Leicester, and he was wearing casual clothes and walked to a stone monument above the hill.

In front of the stone stele, there is a marble brick, like a knife and an axe, with an oblique face facing outward, and a line inscribed on it: commemorating the 125 people who died in the accident at the Cedar County Public Hospital.

Lester stood silently in front of the monument. He closed his eyes and seemed to be remembering something, but there were some things that he couldn't remember...

Standing for a long time, he opened his eyes and presented the bouquet in his hand.

In the end, he was relieved.

He let out a long sigh of relief, turned around, and walked away. His eyes are no longer frivolous, and... there is more gratitude for life.