Hospital Building.
In the dimly lit office, flesh writhed on the walls, and despairing faces faintly surfaced, wailing incessantly.
And on the dust-covered desk, the sound of a walkie-talkie erupted amidst noise and static, a blurred voice saying, "Main Priest, I have sothing to report."
"What is it?"
The middle-aged man with white hair sitting in front of the desk frowned slightly, raising his eyes, "Haven't I said not to disturb if it's not important?"
"No, it's just..." The voice on the other end grew tense, "Among those who arrived recently, there seem to be a few who are restless. Should we... warn them?"
"Restless people, no matter how much you plead, will not settle down."
The Main Priest's eyes darkened, he coldly instructed, "Deal with it quickly, don't cause any trouble, understand?"
"Yes, I understand."
A tremulous voice revealed a hint of trepidation, "But if we keep waiting like this, we might not be able to maintain the situation much longer."
"Rest assured, it will all be over soon."
The Main Priest's final laugh, "Soon, the seed of disaster will sprout, and under the guidance of the Holy Spirit, the filthy evil world will face its ultimate reckoning. The people of Cliff City are blessed, and those in Hai Province will be the first to receive relief and blessing!"
"Holy Spirit above!" The voice over the walkie-talkie grew fervent.
"May the Holy Spirit bless you, my brother."
Smiling, the Main Priest ended the communication.
Outside the door, the wails continued.
The piercing screams escalated again.
"Doctor, doctor..."
"Help ..."
"Please stop, doctor, don't continue..."
"Doctor, save ."
"Die! Die! Die! You all must die!!!"
"I want to die too... please, kill ..."
As the tide of wails swept through the wind anew, pushing open the shabby door revealed what had already transford into a demonic realm—a grotesque hall of flesh.
Countless twitching muscles, limbs, and growths adorned each sick room and corridor, and at the very center, amidst nurous black-purple veins and flesh, lay almost unrecognizable bizarre lumps of at.
Faces contorted in pain undulated within the flesh, screaming, their hollow eyes leaking blood, filled with endless despair and suffering, ceaselessly tornted.
"How beautiful."
The Main Priest bent down, caressing the roots of the flesh, his eyes gradually fanatic, "In such a filthy evil world, how can such magnificent creatures be born? How can one receive such generous blessings?"
This was the Undying Disease brought down by Nine Evils·White Hall since the fall of Spring City!
At that mont, the wails surged to a new crescendo!
Yet amid the screeching, there were also cries of joy and longing.
Around that flesh, mutated doctors staggered forward, with all their might plunging a pitch-black blade into the growth. Instantly, the dark colors spread, and the rotting stench erupted.
Even the surrounding twitching faces quickly withered and shriveled.
Then ca the second, the third, the fourth...
Dozens of blades intersected, piercing into the flesh ball, bringing about vast traces of withering and rot, nearly turning the infinitely growing proliferation into mud.
Yet quickly, fresh buds of flesh sprouted anew from within.
The cursed life grew unrestrained from the scorched earth and decay.
"It's working, indeed, it's very effective!"
Beside the Main Priest, the director who had observed the entire process burst into ecstasy, his swollen hands slapping his shoulder, "The patients are about to give in! Just a little more, just a bit... Doctor Lian Cheng, your thod is effective indeed!"
"Just part of my duties."
Main Priest Lian Cheng turned back smiling, "It's all thanks to everyone's sacrifice and efforts."
"Rest assured, everyone!"
The director joyfully bent down, picking up a large chunk of rotten flesh from the ground, displaying it to all faces, almost dancing with excitent, "See? We are almost successful!"
No need to hesitate, nor to despair and fear anymore!
The doctor will save the patients!
The doctor wants to save the patients!
The doctor will definitely save the patients!
Amidst sincere prayers and blessings, the director laughed, but pus fell from his rotting, swollen face like tears, "Everyone will be able to die."
We will definitely be able to peacefully face the end!
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At this mont, in the deathly quiet archive room filled with dust,
"The Undying Disease?"
Ji Jue frowned, looking down at the paper covered in scribbles, "Are you serious?"
"Absolutely certain!"
Tong Hua's face was also pale, her fingers slightly trembling.
Talking to her about whether she could read the scribbles was like asking an ember if it knew alchemy. With Tong Hua's family heritage and abilities, even if the writings were indeed scribbles, she could decipher them.
Moreover, the cases gradually pieced together from various incomplete records had already verified their authenticity.
The infectious disease known as... the Undying Disease.
Before Spring City fell and the entire hospital plumted into Earth Cave, it rampaged among the patients.
Those patients with uncontrollable proliferation, mutation, and transformation of their flesh and blood, yet unable to die. Uncontrolled cancer cells gradually transford them into horrific monsters, their ensuing pain crushing their sanity and spirit... until at last, they turned into an inextinguishable disaster.
In the end, everyone mutated due to it, fell into darkness, and continued to this day.
Undying, unburnable, indestructible.
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