Hospitals are easily associated with the words life and death.

There is only a thin line between life and death here, and there are a lot of people who are struggling in pain and pacing back and forth on the line of life and death. Therefore, such a place is especially prone to magic spirits, which must be suppressed with magic objects, and at the same time arrange magicians Clean up regularly.

But Gou Juanjing has never been to the hospital since he was a child, and the closest place in his life to the concept of a hospital is Culolido's "psychological clinic".

Butterflies surrounded him as a searchlight, and the dog Juanjing groped his way through the dark hospital.

There is no light, but black shadows can be seen everywhere. There are shadows lying on the hospital bed, and there are shadows similar to doctors and nurses walking in different wards. Butterflies create what an ordinary hospital should look like.

They and Gou Juanjing seem to be in different dimensions, living a life without disturbing each other.

Various human voices continued, the voices became chaotic, and the words gradually became slurred, like the ravings of a dying person, full of desperate murmurs.

The curse spirit shuttles among them.

They were born from the shadows. Goujuanjing saw a squid-like curse spirit with his own eyes, just like Athena broke out from Zeus's head. It peeled off from the top of a shadow and turned into an entity to attack Goujuanjing.

Second level curse spirit.

The dog Juanjing tore it up.

Just like tearing a piece of paper, tear it off.

Those chaotic voices continued.

——"Help, save me..."

Gou Juanjing heard the voice of a little boy.

Butterflies flew in front of him.

——"Why am I the only one..."

He and Butterfly rushed up the stairs and through the corridors one after another.

The Fangzheng and regular hospital is like a Rubik's Cube distorted by a child at this moment. The chaotic Rubik's Cube cannot be turned back to its original color, and every door leads to an unknown direction.

It seems to be going up, and it seems to be going down.

Space doesn't make sense here.

--"Where am I……"

Behind this door is the ward at this moment, and it becomes the operating room at the next second.

Space is distorted.

Even Goujuanjing and Butterfly tried again and again, but they still couldn't find the correct answer.

"Here, it's the hospital." He panted on his knees, trying to solve the mystery by answering questions, but there was no response.

More and more voices came to him.

More and more curse spirits poured out.

So the host here is...

Curse spirit?

No, humans.

This is, the hospital?

No, this is...

Gou Juanjing feels like he has fallen into the sea, and the sea water carries a lot of information flowing past him, and what he needs is one and only one.

He wants to find the only drop of sea water he needs in the sea.

This kind of thing seems to have been done before... When did it happen?

He tried to sink himself into the deeper ocean, and a golden butterfly stopped above his head, shining like a bright lamp on the sky above him, and the feather coat woven with golden threads fell on his shoulders, dispelling the darkness of this wondrous realm.

By the way, he did similar things during his one-day reincarnation.

The strength should be reduced a little bit, and a little bit smaller.

A little finer, a little more nuanced.

To stretch out like a thread...

The golden thorns appeared indistinctly, they were as thin as floating silk, floating in this chaotic ocean of power.

To find the desired information in seawater, filter out unnecessary confusing items...

Not this and not this.

So it turned out to be like this, it turns out that this place is... the Realm of Born.

Perhaps it should be called the field of life.

The special space formed by the stimulated and expanded power has gone beyond the concept of the general magic field.

Goujuanjing soaked in the space, looking for information about the owner of the space.

He closed his eyes, but he could see the whole "hospital".

Not here.

Not here either.

The curse spirits who came rushing towards the special-grade spells disappeared without a sound under the light of his feather coat one after another. Gou Juanjing was dressed in a gorgeous feather coat woven with fate threads, and his bright eyes penetrated many obstacles.

Not here, not here.

Deeper and finer.

--found it.

He unswervingly raised his legs and walked in one direction.

The shadow recedes, the curse disappears, and everything bows to him.

"This is your domain."

A boy covered in herpes curled up in a corner with a broken finger in his hand.

His eyes were full of tears, and he could not see clearly after crying for too long, only a golden figure could be seen dimly.The child sniffled, choked up and asked, "Is...Master Angel...is it..."

"What?" Gou Juanjing didn't hear clearly, he was distracted, his vision was blurred for a moment, exhaustion surged up, he didn't see the child throwing away the things in his hand, he just felt his thigh was hugged by something.

"Take me away, I don't want to be eaten by those things, woo woo woo, I, I will be very good..."

No matter what Gou Juanjing said, the frightened child couldn't listen anymore.

The boy rubbed his eyes, sat down and hugged the crying child, and patted his back skillfully to comfort the child like a younger brother.

"It's okay, don't cry."

The seemingly weak and helpless child curled up in his arms, greedily breathing the air in his arms.

It was different from anything he had smelled before.

Is this the taste of the gods?

Just when the two were tender, Butterfly took the opportunity to quietly leave Gou Juanjing's shoulder, landed on the red finger, and took the first bite.

Crunchy.

good to eat.

After resting for a long time, I could see the child's face clearly with the help of moonlight.Even though herpes covered his whole face and his eyes were swollen like kiwis, Gou Juanjing recognized that this was the child who "died" in the first place.

Looking back, all the areas just now disappeared, leaving only the corridor so long that you can't see the side, it is an ordinary and quiet hospital.

The butterfly evolved from the curse spirit is still that beautiful butterfly, and the curse object that fell to the ground has disappeared without a trace.

……

He proceeded fairly smoothly, but Xia Youjie did not.

"Damn."

Although he has psychological expectations, his psychological construction is obviously not thick enough.

The curse spirit here is not a first-level curse spirit at all!

This is a special-level curse spirit created by people's disgust and fear of herpes. It is covered with huge herpes, and the pus and blood that flowed out fell on the ground and made a sizzling sound, like barbecue oil falling on an iron plate, sizzling the floor. Potholes were corroded.

Xia Youjie doesn't want to eat barbecue anymore.The nauseating smell wafts through the air, making your lungs burn with every breath you take.

This is an extremely unfavorable space for conjurers to fight.

Conjurers are also human beings, and they cannot do without the necessary living conditions.

If there was only Xia Youjie, maybe he could lure the curse spirit to an open place, but - but that guy still has a hostage in his hand.

Half-swallowed by the curse spirit, her exposed upper body is also covered with herpes. The miserable appearance can be soy sauce in an alien movie without special effects makeup.That guy kept barking, constantly interfering with Xia Youjie's judgment.

"Help, help—"

"help me……"

"Please, save me!"

Annoying and loud noises.

The clothes on Xia Youjie's left arm were completely torn, and the exposed skin was covered with herpes.

Noise, pain, difficulty breathing, blurred vision, and possibly a fever.

Now he is so irritable that he just wants to let go of beating people.

But—no.

The spell operator tried hard to control his head to stay awake and let his brain spin.

Xiao Jing is in another building, regardless of this guy in front of him, he can't let Xiao Jing get in touch with this curse spirit.

——The hands of a pianist are very precious.

You can't fight in a hospital.

The narrow space is not conducive to his display, and the current situation is not good.

The hostage was still yelling, and had changed from pleading to threatening, just like the devil imprisoned in the water bottle for 1 years, with a hideous face.

So, why is anyone still in the hospital?Didn't the logistics department clean up the people?How did this guy get in here?Is he the only one...

The last question made Xia Youjie's head go cold.

He wandered around to avoid the pursuit of the curse spirit, trying to lead it to a more open place, while constantly searching, and finally found his answer in a horrific room-the remnant palm with bright red nails.The half of the hand can also be identified as a woman, but the rest of her body has completely disappeared.

A feeling of nausea rose from within him.

More disgusting than Cursing Lingyu, it stems from the people he wants to save and shakes the meaning of his persistence.

So what am I enduring all this for...

Is this kind of person really worth saving?

Although he kept telling Gojo Satoru that "meaning" was important, when it came to an end, he smiled wryly and realized that he wasn't much better.

The disgust of being soaked in a cesspit swept over him and made his spell power skyrocket.

Shier hid in the dark and witnessed everything.With superb concealment skills, as long as he doesn't want to, Xia Youjie will never find him.

The magician is working hard, but the magic killer is paddling.

He sees him in trouble, sees him perceive elements, sees him falter.

What does this have to do with him?

Shi Er didn't care about these things, he only agreed to the stinky brat to help out with missions to earn mission gold, so it was enough to wait until he was sure that the brat couldn't complete the mission.

He likes to use the most simple and direct method to complete the task, and one hit is his hobby.

That's why Shier can reach the top of the black market if he wants to.This man has extraordinary patience, unknowingly entwined around his prey like a snake, waiting for an opportunity, explosive like a cat, eyes like an eagle, and most importantly, a heart harder than a diamond.

As long as it is not the scope of his attention, he does not care about anything, is not curious, and has no superfluous thoughts.

Can this kid hurry up?

But when his nose itches from the fumes, Shi'er will also have a bad temper.

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