My name is Qinghe, and the Seventh Mental Hospital is my home.
When the evil wind of the terrifying copy blew through the morgue, all players screamed and ran for their lives.
I stared at the rusty electric saw with bright eyes: "The dean said that if public property is broken, we must take the initiative to repair it."
I tore the ghost nurse's white dress into a mop and built a new hospital bed with her corpse.
The live broadcast exploded: "This lunatic is dismantling ghosts as furniture?"
The system alarm flashed crazily: "Warning! The dungeon boss has an emotional breakdown!"
I held up the wrench and asked gently: "Don't be afraid, you can be discharged from the hospital after the repair."
