Jiangcheng No. 1 Hospital was locked down late at night, and the morgue door opened by itself.
All members of the 749th Bureau Operation Team were on alert and their rune guns were loaded, but no one dared to step into the third underground floor.
Just because in the surveillance camera, seventeen comatose patients stood barefoot at the end of the corridor, eyes closed, shouting the same name in unison:
"Lin Wuchen."
Everyone thought he was a sacrifice set up by evil cultivators to catch him.
Shen Qinghe even warned coldly: "The 749th Bureau is handling the case, and everyone who is idle, stay back!"
Lin Wuchen only took out an old token from his arms and said calmly:
"My master asked me to go down the mountain to take care of things that dead people can't take care of and living people don't dare to take care of."
As soon as the token came out, the whole place changed color in the 749th game.
Black fog billowed up in the morgue, and the evil cultivator laughed wildly: "Want to save people? Then I'll give you your life in exchange!"
Lin Wuchen raised his eyes, and the silver needles fell to the ground in a formation.
"Using living people as a base?"
"I'll take your life."
