As the red-clothed man strode forward, the black threads wound around every patient began to recede. The true nature of his ability as a Red Clothing remained a mystery.
"I told you I would keep you safe — whether inside the door, or outside it."
The blood-red eyes blinked, and one by one the patients' legs were severed. Within a hundred meters, not a single soul stood before him.
Rivers of blood flowed across the ground. The red-clothed man pressed on in silence, as though no one could bar his path.
Compared to him, One-Eye was the polar opposite — she had spiraled into utter madness, killing without pause. Every patient who drew near was pierced through by blood-red threads.
Those faces of despair were fed into the hollow of her left eye. One-Eye, dressed in red, was not merely on a killing spree — she was devouring the souls and resentment of every patient she slaughtered.
Her aura grew more terrifying by the second. Her hysterical laughter chilled the bones of several night-shift doctors. Even the patients who had swallowed the black medicine slowed their steps, as if One-Eye's terror had surpassed the drug's effects.
Cruel, savage, eyes brimming with bloodlust and carnage, relishing the rush of being consumed by negative emotions — this was the true nature of a Red Clothing.
The hospital's front gate was bulldozed flat. The seven night-shift doctors could not fathom how an amnesiac
Every malicious ghost in the city had converged here. Why would those bloodthirsty, murderous specters follow behind a living human?
They had no memories. They didn't even know each other's names. So why did they follow Chen Ge without a moment's hesitation?
Didn't they know that attacking this hospital was a moth flying into the flame?
The seven night-shift doctors couldn't understand. The mindless patients couldn't understand. And the deputy director, kneeling outside the director's office deep within the hospital, understood even less.
Countless spirits and evil ghosts charged toward the hospital, while Chen Ge maintained the same pace from beginning to end — one step at a time, advancing steadily.
Blood had stained the road crimson, and the hospital's white exterior walls had turned a deep, dark red.
The seven night-shift doctors were scattered. They deployed their abilities, trying to drag as many evil ghosts as possible into the labyrinth inside their minds.
"Those seven Red Clothing haven't fled — they seem to be deliberately stalling for time. There's a far more massive complex beneath the hospital. I suspect they're trying to awaken something underground."
The curse continued spreading through Chen Ge's body. The black blade lodged in his heart had sunk almost entirely into his chest. The pain grew ever more excruciating, yet he showed not the slightest intention of stopping.
His crimson eyes were on the verge of weeping blood. The Red Clothing and evil ghosts who witnessed Chen Ge in this state grew even more frenzied.
Scarlet, One-Eye, and the red-clothed man — the three of them clashed with the seven night-shift doctors in a brutal melee.
They held nothing back. In the span of just a few breaths, the fake Dr. Gao — whose head One-Eye had previously torn off — was battered and devastated once again.
The balance of power collapsed. Countless evil ghosts flooded into the hospital, and the First Ward was washed in blood in an instant.
Chen Ge walked through the hospital corridor, bracing himself against the wall as he made his way to the director's office in the First Ward.
He pushed open the door. Countless black threads lanced toward his body, but in a strange twist, every curse halted exactly one meter away from him, unable to advance a single step further.
"The jar that was kept here — it's already been taken?"
The room was completely empty. Aside from the most venomous curses, there was nothing left.
Chen Ge turned to the window, his gaze fixed on the distant buildings.
In the Third Ward, the deputy director was handing the glass jar in his hands to the two doctors standing before him.