The sound of screams echoed in the withdrawal ward, but the patient wearing a skull cap did not cry out in pain; instead, he was worried that his actions would deform, preventing him from quickly pressing the numbers on the calculator.
He was a true patient—chaotic, reclusive, whimsical, isolated from society, yet cherished by ghosts and monsters during the great disaster.
"Indeed, chosen by the Director as a Sacrificial Offering, his blood seems capable of blending into the negative emotions of the Black Building."
Blood mist drifted like streams flowing to rivers, staining blood-colored veins on the walls. Only then did Han Fei see the cobweb-like aura of Hatred inside the Black Building, twisted and perverted emotions intertwining within the structure, making it inescapable.
"Is this the reason Hatred controls the Black Building?"
