My organs are too abstract.

Zhao Ze led the group slowly along the corridor. They walked for several minutes without encountering any more NPCs in hospital gowns.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief: "Looks like I'm in pretty good shape."

But just then, from around the corner ahead, a faint, almost imperceptible whisper came: "Help...me..."

The sound was extremely faint, yet it seemed exceptionally clear in the silent corridor, carrying an indescribable eeriness.

The others had obviously heard the commotion as well, and their hearts jumped into their throats.

Li Da's Adam's apple bobbed, and he asked Zhao Ze with a tense expression, "Brother Ze, what should we do?"

Zhao Ze frowned, quickly weighing his options—turning back now would be a waste of time, but going directly there would be too risky.

After a moment's thought, he still wasn't willing to take the gamble and immediately whispered the order: "Go back, take another route!"

The group nodded silently and were about to back away when they suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the ceiling behind them.

"Bang bang bang—"

A dull thud exploded overhead, as if something was hidden there, pounding wildly against the ceiling.

"What is it?"

Zhao Ze felt a chill run down his spine.

The next second, the ceiling suddenly cracked open, and a figure in a hospital gown crashed down, landing heavily on the ground. The figure struggled for a couple of moments before going still.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

After a long silence, Ye Xuan hesitated before speaking, "This is... the patient who hanged himself before?"

"Um?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and upon closer inspection, they saw that there was indeed a hemp rope around the neck of the "corpse".

Li Da stared at the motionless figure, his expression uncertain: "Is he... dead?"

"Heh...heh..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange sound as if he was being choked suddenly came out of the "corpse's" throat. Then, his limbs twisted unnaturally at bizarre angles, and his body trembled violently, as if he was about to come back to life on the spot.

Zhao Ze's pupils contracted, and he decisively said, "Let's go!"

As he spoke, he turned and headed straight for the direction of the cries for help, and the others hurriedly followed.

Just as he turned the corner, Zhao Ze abruptly stopped, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

"hiss--"

Everyone followed his gaze and gasped in shock.

A figure leaned against the wall.

No, to be precise, it wasn't leaning against, but rather... nailed to the wall.

A thick metal syringe pierced straight through his chest and abdomen, pinning him firmly to the mottled wall. His right hand was gone, leaving only a bloody, bleeding wrist.

Zhao Ze stared in shock at the figure before him—this was the same crew-cut man who had tried to harass Weiwei earlier!

He seemed to be clinging to his last breath. Hearing footsteps, he struggled to open his bloodshot eyes and whispered, "Save...me..."

Looking at his miserable state, Zhao Ze felt a chill creep up his spine and a strong intuition arose in his heart that the atmosphere here was even more eerie than before, and danger was just around the corner.

He didn't even glance at the man with the buzz cut, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go..."

However, before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly changed.

"Tap...tap..."

A crisp sound of high heels clicking on the ground drifted slowly from the shadows ahead, the rhythm slow yet remarkably clear.

"not good……"

Everyone's expression changed slightly, and their hearts sank.

This is a haunted house, and tourists would never wear high heels, so... the only person who could be here is an NPC.

Everyone tensed up instantly and looked in the direction of the sound—

In the shadows of the corridor, a woman with a graceful figure pushed open a door, carrying a tray, and slowly stepped out.

She was wearing a tight-fitting nurse's uniform, her figure was eye-catching, and there were several fresh bloodstains on her face. She calmly looked at everyone. On the white nurse's uniform on her chest, there was a light gray handprint, as if someone had deliberately rubbed it on with dust.

Zhao Ze's gaze fell on the tray in the other person's hand, on which lay a severed hand, several bottles of alcohol, and a row of gleaming scalpels.

The fate of the man with the buzz cut is self-evident.

These things are definitely not for saving lives.

Li Da's gaze swept over the handprints on the nurse's white uniform, then fell on the man's bloodied wrist. He instantly understood, his face filled with disbelief: "Holy crap... he's someone important..."

The nurse seemed to have just noticed them. She tilted her head, a strange smile playing on her lips, and took a few steps toward the group without rushing.

Her movements were elegant and her posture graceful.

In other contexts, this would be pleasing to the eye, but in this moment, it only makes one feel terrified.

Zhao Ze sized up the other person, feeling somewhat hesitant.

Logically speaking, since the other party was a woman, she was naturally at a physical disadvantage. He should have simply and decisively defeated her and rushed over.

But for some reason, the moment this thought arose, a strong sense of alarm suddenly arose in my heart.

Alarm bells rang in Zhao Ze's mind. He decided to trust his instincts and immediately shouted, "Run!"

The others were already quite frightened by the nurse's strange behavior. Upon hearing this, they immediately took off running in another direction without saying a word.

The nurse watched their figures disappear into the distance without giving chase, seemingly indifferent to them and showing no intention of pursuing them. She simply walked gracefully to the man with the buzz cut, her smile icy.

She picked up the alcohol from the tray and slowly poured it onto his bloodied and mangled wrist.

"ah--!"

The man with the buzz cut tensed up and let out a scream. His face contorted in pain, but perhaps because he was in such a bad state, the scream sounded particularly weak.

The nurse's smile faded slightly, seemingly dissatisfied. After a moment's thought, she casually grabbed the huge syringe piercing his chest and abdomen and pulled it out sharply.

"puff--"

Blood gushed out, and the man with the buzz cut lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

As if sensing some kind of premonition, he struggled in a final burst of energy, uttering a desperate murmur: "No..."

The nurse's lips curled into a cruel smile as she raised the syringe high and slammed her wrist down hard.

"Pfft!"

The sharp needle pierced his eye socket precisely.

The man with the buzz cut didn't even get a chance to scream before his body convulsed violently and he died.

The nurse slowly pulled out the syringe, and drops of scarlet blood dripped from the needle tip.

She stuck out the tip of her tongue and gently licked it.

It's both alluring and insane.

"Damn, this woman is too perverted!" Li Da caught a glimpse of this scene from afar and felt his stomach churning; he almost vomited on the spot.

"Indeed, if we fell into her hands, we'd be in deep trouble!"

Ye Xuan looked at the mangled corpse of the buzz-cut man, her face pale, and said with a look of relief, "Luckily, she was wearing high heels, so she can't run fast and shouldn't be able to catch us..."

Before he could finish speaking, the nurse suddenly looked up at the direction in which everyone had fled, her smile becoming increasingly eerie.

She leaned the huge syringe against the wall, gently stretching her body to reveal her alluring curves.

The next second—

"Tap tap tap tap tap tap...!!!"

The sound of high heels hitting the floor echoed wildly in the hallway!

The nurse casually slung the syringe over her shoulder, took a sudden step, and without caring about her high heels, ran straight towards the crowd at a bizarre speed that completely defied human physics!

Ye Xuan, who was still looking back, suddenly widened her eyes in disbelief:

"Damn, how can we play without nerfing it?!"