My Little Country

Xiehe Hospital across the pedestrian street intersection is a well-known large general hospital.

Among them, it is also known for treating cancer patients. Every year, many cancer patients from all over the country come to seek medical treatment here, hoping to get a chance to be reborn here.

Every day here.

There are patients who really recover well after proper treatment and are able to embrace the new life.

Naturally, there are also those who have to sigh to give up treatment and go home to the mortuary under the advice of the doctor.

Xiao Yu came here and it was naturally the idea of ​​this mortuary.

When he cast undead witchcraft, a shade of ink appeared on his right eye and white.

This made him see the souls of the dead people lying in the mortuary.

These souls are all dead, but they appear extremely bleak and transparent, and they seem to disappear at any time.

And Xiao Yu also found that, unlike those mentioned in the book of witchcraft of undead, even at night, those humanoid souls are still falling apart.

After secretly estimating, Xiao Yu realized that if everything went as usual... the weakest soul in this hospital mortuary would dissipate in an hour.

The strongest is just two days.

Not to mention that they will dissipate faster during the day as normal!

"If the undead in the villain have no corpse wilderness and were not exposed to sunlight before their death, they can rely on the accumulation of time to slowly condense their consciousness over hundreds of years, and they may become a wandering soul. ."

"If the wandering soul meets the necromancer, it will have a better chance of getting the incorporeal promotion ghost, becoming a mid-level undead possessing self-awareness and regaining the memory of his life."

"But in the world I am in, no matter day or night... there is no room for soul to survive."

"Is this why there are no ghosts in the world today?"

Xiao Yu thought about it and took a step towards the hospital.

The hospital security staff felt a chill and couldn't help but glanced at Xiao Yu, who was passing by him. He wanted to stop the other party, and then shook his head again, whispering more things than things.

Just watched the back of Zhao Mang transformed by Xiao Yu and watched him walk quickly to the building of the inpatient department.

At this time, a young man who was hit by a sharp weapon was being rescued in an operating room connected to the inpatient department building.

The rescued doctor was desperately making his final efforts at this time, but from the point of view of the instrument, the young patient, who was no more than 20 years old, could not be saved.

"How could this be?"

"I blame you for always teaching my family Xiaoying the principles and let him be a good person and a hero!"

"I am happy now, our son is gone!"

"Save someone else's child and get rid of myself!"

"Woo... it's all your fault!"

"Nonsense, doctors are still rescuing!"

"Trust the hospital, trust the doctor!"

Outside the ward, several family members of patients are blaming each other and arguing in a whisper.

From time to time, he looked worriedly at the operating room.

Not long ago, the operating room issued an endangerment notice, but they really hung their hearts.

Next to the chair by the wall, a little loli and her parents were sitting there, somewhat at a loss.

The mother next to him was praying with his idol, as if he were still a believer.

"Blessed by the God of Lightning, your big brother who rescued you will surely be lucky."

"Every murderous luck?" Zhao Yu, who was transformed by Xiao Yu, just walked at this time, and he with a sharp ear instantly heard the keyword.

Then listen carefully and know that these people should be relatives and friends who follow the goal of the person who just died.

"It's a pity, little Lori, your mother's **** hasn't been able to help, your big brother has turned into an undead."

Xiao Yu said with a heart, eyes looked at the door hidden in the operating room.

Through the induction of undead witchcraft, we can know that there is a fresh dead body and soul of a young man who has just died.

According to undead witchcraft records, novices use such materials is the easiest to succeed.

A body without a soul can only be used as a sacrifice for undead witchcraft. If you want to summon obedient undead to come out, you must cast a spell together with the other's soul.

However, after hearing the words of those family members, Xiao Yu reminded him of who the man was.

The memory brought by Yuehua Yulu's pharmacy, combined with the content of the conversation here, reminded Xiao Yu that the young man who had just died was still a hero being reported by a local newspaper.

According to reports, just after school this afternoon, a mad mental patient suddenly went crazy, chasing and killing passers-by with a kitchen knife, and it was about to hurt a primary school student Loli.

It was this young man who passed by with blood on his head, who kicked and flew the madman, and rescued Little Loli.

But then in the fight with the madman, he was seriously injured and fell to the ground.

The news report was sent to hospital for treatment.

For now, this is the rhythm that has not been saved.

It's a pity... white-haired people give black-haired people

Xiao Yu glanced at the pair of oldest wives and oldest wives.

And based on the analysis of the content they heard, they are old and have a rich family.

If this little hero left like this...these two lives in their old age are afraid that they will not have a good life~www.ltnovel.com~ Xiao Yu had planned to find someone who had just died and experimented with undead witchcraft in the real world. Power, then change hands and leave.

Leave no trace.

Now I feel... maybe I can play something else!

The door of the operating room suddenly opened, and the leading doctors quickly left the aisle.

The anxious patient's family saw the pushed patient bed and was stopped by someone who wanted to move forward.

The director of a bald-headed hospital brought two government officials and several security guards over, praising the heroism of the patient, and regretting that they had done their best.

But this little hero's injury is too heavy... their hospital is also in vain.

Suddenly, in the aisle outside the hospital's operating room, a group of people howled and cried.

There were two little nurses in white, who also quietly regretted it. It was really uncomfortable to feel that such a good person died like this.

Just as everyone calmed the family members of the deceased and prepared to send the body to the mortuary.

The sky outside the aisle connecting the inpatient department and the operating room suddenly lit up.

Suddenly let everyone around look away.

The floor of the inpatient department building and the operating room is on the seventh floor!

At least 30 meters high from the ground!

There should be a patient recuperation garden outside the aisle, and there should be nothing.

However, at this moment.

Above the garden, there was a boy in white, who came from the void, suspended in the air outside the seventh floor.

"God... fairy?"

The families of the deceased looked at the Qingyun Jianxian who appeared in a daze.

"It's him!"

"It's really him!"

The person in charge of the hospital was well informed and immediately remembered the rumors circulating on the intranet.

Guess the abrupt identity of the young man in white!