Die, Replay, Repeat

Chapter 170: Endless Hands

Chapter 170: Endless Hands

"I was just joking," Ma Xingbang said. "We're comrades who survived together from a Grade-S Specter. How could I possibly report you to headquarters?"

"But I'm not joking," Fang Xiu said calmly, staring at him.

His thoughtful gaze made Ma Xingbang feel uneasy. He was absolutely sure that Fang Xiu was not joking.

Ma Xingbang felt a sudden jolt of fear. Instinctively, he gripped the golden key in his pocket tighter. If Fang Xiu really made a move, he would run away immediately.

"Okay, Xiu, stop scaring him. Let's get going. I'm worried that little girl might come back," Yang Ming suddenly said.

Fang Xiu shifted his gaze away from Ma Xingbang.

The group continued on their way. Led by Fang Xiu, they headed toward Building C.

Although the space of the Green Mountain Mental Hospital was distorted, the relative positions of these buildings had not changed.

The group crossed the aerial corridor between the buildings and arrived at Building C. Next, they just needed to go to the fifth floor and find Room 520.

However, it was easier said than done. Nobody knew what dangers might lie on the way to Room 520.

Soon, the group reached a large hall.

The hall was spacious, with a few rows of tables and chairs scattered about. There were also an old-fashioned TV, a Go board, and a table tennis table.

"Is this the recreation room for the patients?" Yang Ming asked as he looked around.

He then glanced at the old television and remarked, "This TV model is really old. It's a plasma TV; these have been phased out. Nowadays, it's all about LCD TVs."

Fang Xiu looked at the plasma TV and started thinking.

Both the architectural style of the hospital and the basic facilities indicated that this place was built over a decade ago. He had a suspicion that Zhou Qingfeng had built this hospital more than ten years ago and then used some means to pull it into the Other Side.

While the others were examining the plasma TV, Ma Xingbang was in no mood to watch because he felt humiliated.

He also realized that he had not only lost his face, but also his ability to copy others' abilities.

Fortunately, the abilities he had copied earlier were still with him. Otherwise, he would have been completely useless.

He was now desperately hoping to get his lost face back.

He could afford losing his face, but not his abilities!

However, Ma Xingbang was unaware that having his face taken meant his life was now bound to the little girl. He would suffer all the harm the little girl suffered. Otherwise, he would be even more anxious.

"Let's go," Fang Xiu said, and they continued their journey.

Yang Ming suddenly approached Fang Xiu, staring at him in surprise. "Xiu, your face is healed?"

The other two were stunned and turned to look. They saw that the wounds on Fang Xiu's face had indeed completely healed, not even leaving any scars. His skin even looked better than before.

"It's not worth worrying about these little things," Fang Xiu replied indifferently, then continued walking forward.

As the group reached the middle of the room, something unexpected happened.

A foul smell of rotting corpses suddenly filled the air.

Everyone was shocked. Having experienced two previous Specter incidents, they were all on high alert, sensitive to any slight disturbance.

"It's above us," Fang Xiu noted.

Following his hint, everyone quickly looked up at the ceiling.

The ceiling appeared to ripple like water waves, the ripples densely spreading across the entire surface.

"Be careful!" Bai Qi said sternly, drawing a short knife from his waist, as everyone else readied themselves for combat.

In the next moment, countless pale arms covered in corpse spots sprang from the ceiling. They spread wildly like vines, reaching out to grab everyone.

The battle was on.

With a flash of his knife, Bai Qi cut off several arms, which fell to the ground and slowly dissolved into the floor. More arms grew back from the ceiling as quickly as they were cut, like a relentless crop of leeks.

"Damn! These hands aren't strong, but they're endless! Goddamn, the Specters in this hospital are more twisted than the last!" Yang Ming cursed angrily as he struck back.

Ma Xingbang tried to crush the arms with gravity, but it was useless. More arms continued to grow from the ceiling.

Meanwhile, Fang Xiu looked on leisurely as they fought.

Yes, leisurely.

Because none of the arms attacked him.

Yang Ming quickly noticed this.

"Holy shit, Xiu, why aren't they attacking you? Don't tell me you're really in cahoots with the Specters of the hospital, like Ma Xingbang said?"

Ma Xingbang looked suspicious and spoke grimly, "I knew it! There's something off about you, Fang Xiu!"

"Xiu, if you really are with them, just tell them to stop already. I'm on your side!"

"Shut up! With everything going on, you still joke around?" Bai Qi scolded.

Bai Qi understood Yang Ming; he could tell Yang Ming was just joking.

If Fang Xiu really was in league with the Specters, he wouldn’t have had to keep up appearances as soon as they got into the hospital.

Without Fang Xiu, they might not have even survived the encounter with the Head Ball.

Bai Qi knew Ma Xingbang held a grudge against Fang Xiu, so he was quick to suspect him at the first sign of trouble.

"Hehe," Yang Ming chuckled. "I'm just trying to lighten the mood. These Specter Hands aren't strong, they just keep coming. It gets boring killing them."

Fang Xiu calmly looked at the scalpel in his hand, already forming a theory in his mind.

He tried waving the scalpel towards the Specter Hands, and sure enough, the Specter Hands, as if encountering their natural enemy, quickly retreated in fear.

It seemed that this scalpel had left a profoundly deep impression on these hands, so much so that now, upon seeing the scalpel, they instinctively reacted with terror.

This was also why Fang Xiu hadn't been attacked.