Global Distortion: The Mutation Frenzy of Billions of Lives

"They will mutate!!"

"These guys have wounds all over their bodies."

"And that thing with sores all over its body...aren't you all scared??"

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

More and more people responded, all feeling that it would be a disaster to leave the seriously injured people behind, and a commotion surrounded the room.

"Look!"

"Those people have fainted and will mutate in a while!!"

Some people pointed at the evolved person on the hospital bed, while others fell into a deep sleep and shouted loudly.

At this time.

Han Meixin rushed out.

She stood at the front of the room, holding out her hands to stop everyone.

"Don't worry, everyone."

"I just checked."

"They don't have mutated characteristics, they're just too tired and fell asleep."

Han Meixin tried her best to explain, but her voice was too thin to cope with the crowd's cheers.

The red-eyed patient didn't believe this rhetoric at all. Suddenly someone took action and pushed Han Meixin down hard.

"Meixin!!"

The head nurse Wang Cuizhen and another young nurse Lin Shirley rushed out to protect their companions.

"Are you still not human??"

With an angry look on her face, Wang Cuizhen yelled at the patients in front of her: "How does Meixin treat you all the time? Even if a disaster breaks out, she will serve you like an uncle!!"

"White-eyed wolves, they are all white-eyed wolves."

Those patients were even more scornful.

"We all paid."

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

"Shouldn't the service be better?"

Those patients spoke very familiar lines, which immediately made several nurses speechless.

other side.

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

【Six Eyes】

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

He could see that people's spiritual qualities were exuding filthy stench, twisted and dark, but full of negative emotions of depraved desires.

A sense of fear.

A sense of hopelessness.

Paranoia on the verge of collapse.

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

"Everyone is ruled by emotion."

"Everyone is so ugly."

Yang Feng turned his head and looked at the transforming Su Manman: "Even a kind-hearted angel-like face will eventually become twisted and torn in the apocalypse."

sad.

What does my face look like?

What kind of madness, cruelty and tyranny is concealed by the face he wears [Ghost Face]?

Why.

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

"Who are they trying to drive me out?"

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

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

"how?"

"What do you want to do!!"

"Hit me. Try moving me."

The man who made the noise at the beginning has not yet changed some of his habits.

Ten days of disaster.

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

Yang Feng's eyes gradually changed.

Bored.

This kind of garbage with tumors in the brain will only make people feel very bored. Even killing him is a stupid waste of time.

Bang.

Punch out.

A chunk of watermelon exploded.

The white and tender tofu puddings are sprinkled with bright red soup, mixed with a large amount of hard dregs, and splashed on the surrounding ground.

There was nothing above the man's neck, and the red liquid was spraying like a spring pillar, drenching the people around him.

Try it and it will pass.

vomit! !

Someone vomited on the spot.

"Kill...kill someone..."

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

"Who else?"

"There were quite a few people called out just now."

Yang Feng took another step forward and glanced at everyone with indifferent eyes.

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

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

Boring.

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

Yang Feng turned around.

He walked back into the ward and glanced down at the three female nurses sitting on the floor.

Panicked.

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

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

Han Meixin's voice trembled, her eyes kept dodging, not daring to look directly into the eyes of the man in front of her.

"yes."

"I killed someone."

"In this world, who doesn't kill people?"

Yang Feng's eyes were sharp, as if there was something in his words, piercing the softest place deep in his heart.

"Are you here to save people?"

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

"Save someone?"

The corners of Yang Feng's mouth raised slightly, revealing a teasing 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.

"Ryuuji."

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...

"Ryuuji."

"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.