Chapter 73 Just Try and You Will Die

"They will mutate!!"

"These guys are covered with wounds."

"And that one with flesh sores all over its body...Aren't you afraid?"

A man in a hospital gown stood near the service hall and called on everyone to drive Yang Feng and his companions out.

More and more people responded, and they all felt that leaving the seriously injured people here would be a disaster, and they surrounded the room with a commotion.

"Look!"

"Those people fainted, and they will mutate in a while!!"

Someone pointed at the evolvers on the bed, and some fell into a deep sleep, shouting loudly.

At this time.

Han Meixin rushed out.

She stood at the front of the room, with her hands open to stop everyone.

"Don't worry."

"I just checked."

"They don't have any signs of mutation, they are just too tired and fell asleep."

Han Meixin tried her best to explain, but her voice was too weak to deal with the booing of the crowd.

The red-eyed patients didn't believe this set of rhetoric at all. Suddenly, someone took action and pushed Han Meixin down heavily.

"Meixin!!"

Head nurse Wang Cuizhen and another young nurse Lin Xueli rushed out and protected their companions.

"Are you still human?"

Wang Cuizhen was angry and confronted the patients in front of her: "How does Meixin treat you normally? Even if a disaster breaks out, she will serve you like a master!!"

"Eggot, all ungrateful."

The patients sneered.

"We have paid."

"Don't you know how expensive your private hospital charges?"

"Isn't it right to provide better service?"

The patients said very familiar lines, which immediately made the nurses speechless.

On the other side.

Yang Feng leaned against the door, his face was neither happy nor sad, but his eyes were full of teasing and mockery, as if he was watching a group of clowns performing.

【Six Eyes】

The world in Yang Feng's eyes is completely different from that of others.

He can see people's spirits, which are emitting filthy and foul smells, twisted and dark, but full of negative emotions of decadent desires.

Fear.

Despair.

Paranoia on the verge of collapse.

They are like hideous and twisted demon masks, worn on everyone's face.

"Everyone is dominated by emotions."

"Everyone is so ugly."

Yang Feng turned his head and looked at Su Manman who was transforming: "Even a kind face like an angel will eventually become twisted and torn in the end of the world."

Sad.

What does my face look like?

What kind of madness, cruelty and tyranny does this face with the 【Ghost Mask】 cover?

Alas.

Yang Feng sighed, slowly walked out of the ward, and faced the noisy crowd.

"Who wants to drive me out?"

Yang Feng's cold and indifferent voice magically stopped all the quarrels.

His voice was obviously not loud, but everyone heard it clearly.

"What?"

"What do you want to do!!"

"Hit me, try to move me."

The man who yelled at the beginning still had some bad habits.

Ten days of disaster.

In a closed environment, he did not experience the cruelty of the dark apocalypse, and he did not know what kind of hell on earth the outside had become.

Yang Feng's eyes gradually changed.

Annoyed.

This kind of garbage with tumors in his brain will only make people feel very annoyed, and even killing him is a waste of time.

Bang.

A punch was thrown.

A large piece of watermelon exploded.

The white and tender tofu pudding was sprinkled with crimson soup, mixed with a lot of hard residue, and splashed on the surrounding ground.

The man's neck was empty, and the crimson pulp sprayed like a spring column, pouring on the people around him.

Try it and you will die.

Ugh! !

Someone vomited on the spot.

"Kill... Kill..."

The screams were so harsh that everyone was in a mess, looking at Yang Feng with fearful eyes.

"Who else?"

"There were quite a lot of people shouting just now."

Yang Feng took another step forward, and glanced at everyone with a cold look.

"It's not me, it's not me!!"

The men who were shouting all turned into turtles, shaking their heads like rattles.

Boring.

Killing these weak ordinary people will not bring any pleasure or satisfaction.

Yang Feng turned his head.

He walked back into the ward and looked down at the three female nurses sitting on the ground.

Panic.

Han Meixin, Lin Shirley, and the oldest head nurse all looked at him with incredible eyes.

"You...you...you killed someone?"

Han Meixin's voice trembled, her eyes kept dodging, and she didn't dare to look directly at the man in front of her.

"Yes."

"I killed someone."

"Who doesn't kill people in this world?"

Yang Feng's eyes were sharp, as if there was something behind his words, piercing the softest part of his heart.

"Are you here to save people?"

Lin Xueli took a step back unconsciously, gradually realizing the situation in front of her, and asked timidly.

"Save people?"

Yang Feng's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a playful and cruel smile.

Just by looking at his expression, the nurses already understood that the people in front of them were definitely not the rescue team.

Wang Cuizhen, the oldest, was the first to react.

Like a hen protecting its chicks, she protected the two weak girls behind her and gradually retreated towards the door of the room.

"I won't disturb your rest."

"You can call me anytime if you need anything."

The head nurse gestured for the two girls to leave first, then carefully closed the door, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As for what?

Is it necessary?

Yang Feng shook his head.

I am not a cold-blooded and murderous demon, nor will I kill people randomly for no reason, so why should I be so afraid.

"Ryuji."

Yang Feng asked casually: "How is Sumanman's situation?"

"Stablize."

Long Er stood in front of a hospital bed. The cocoon covered with sores was very stable and was undergoing transformation effectively.

Yang Feng nodded and looked at Xu Qing and several other evolvers.

Some of them were lying on the hospital bed, and some were lying on the bedding on the ground. Most of their injuries had been sutured, and they fell asleep exhausted.

Generally speaking.

The recovery ability of evolved people is several times stronger than that of ordinary people.

After resting for a few hours, you should be able to join the battle immediately and continue harvesting corpse tumors...

"Ryuji."

"What do you think of this?"

Yang Feng walked to a table and picked up a rice bowl with residue, which was obviously used by a previous patient.

Soup.

And it’s broth.

In the apocalypse, being able to eat fresh meat is definitely a very luxurious thing.

Long Er took a look and his pupils suddenly narrowed.

He was once the top killer in the Yue Kingdom. During the famine, many people starved to death, and at the worst time, this kind of meat would appear in some people's bowls.

"It's true."

Yang Feng nodded and confirmed his guess.

Not long after.

The door was opened again.

A beautiful woman walked in slowly.

She was a beautiful girl with black hair like a waterfall, a bit quiet, and a kind of quiet beauty that has passed through time.

She held a bowl of hot broth in her hand and showed a sweet smile.

"This is what the head nurse asked me to send."

The girl said cautiously, then slowly raised her head and saw Yang Feng in the room.

Snap! !

The soup bowl in her hand fell to the ground involuntarily and broke into several pieces. The soup and pieces of meat were also scattered on the floor.

"Yang Feng!!"

The woman shouted out Yang Feng's name in shock.

skillful.

No coincidence makes a book.

The woman in front of him turned out to be the goddess that Yang Feng had once pursued.

Shen Mengyao.