Chapter 1030: Chapter 717: Alert_2
As these words came out, Yang Xiao’s heart skipped a beat. He also noticed that the young man’s gaze was not right. It seemed like he wasn’t afraid of him, but rather... looking under the bed opposite him!
Which was right behind him!
The next second, Mu Xiuzhu seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and a piercing scream came through the intercom, "Watch out under the bed!!"
Before Yang Xiao could react, a pair of arms suddenly stretched out from underneath the empty bed behind him, grabbing both of his feet and pulling him down.
Caught off guard, Yang Xiao lost his balance and slammed hard onto the ground, the intercom in his hand flying out.
"Ah!! Ahhh!!" The young man on the hospital bed hugged his head, curling up into a ball, screaming in terror.
Yang Xiao reacted quickly, turning to the side while lifting his leg to fiercely kick the guy hiding under the bed, landing a kick to his face, forcing him to let go after feeling the pain.
But this body was simply too weak and slow. Just as Yang Xiao struggled to get up and hadn’t even made it to the door, he was tackled again. In the scuffle, Yang Xiao managed to clearly see the person’s face.
This was a man about 40 years old, with a sleazy, oily face, messy hair, old nail scratches on his face, glaring with bloodshot eyes filled with naked desire.
The man’s eyes lit up at the sight of Yang Xiao, frenziedly tearing at his clothes, pulling down his pants.
This man wasn’t particularly strong. Yang Xiao could easily take on five of him, but Xi Huijun’s tiny limbs couldn’t handle it. The man pinned Yang Xiao down using brute force.
Yang Xiao’s blood rushed into his head, going down this path seemed worse than being killed outright.
Just as the maniac was about to forcibly kiss him with a mouth full of yellow teeth, Yang Xiao seized the moment to headbutt him in the face with all his strength.
This hit didn’t miss, landing precisely on the maniac’s eye, and as the opponent covered his face in pain, Yang Xiao freed his right leg and kicked him hard in the groin.
The effect of this kick was immediate; the maniac screamed and rolled off Yang Xiao sideways. As Yang Xiao got up, he didn’t let it go, grabbing the hefty aluminum flashlight off the ground and slammed it down on the back of his head.
"Bang!" The maniac was knocked senseless by the hit, collapsing straight to the ground, convulsing, drooling, and tearing up like he had a seizure.
Looking down at his own torn clothes, Yang Xiao’s anger surged to his head. With the female ghost not yet in sight, he dragged the maniac with force, opened the door, tossed him out, and immediately shut the door.
Meanwhile, Mu Xiuzhu, who had left the rest area to observe from the east corridor, happened to witness an unbelievable scene, seeing the twitching man on the ground shakily reach out to the moving female ghost’s pale calf.
In the next moment, the female ghost seemed to finally notice this thing, bent down, and grabbed the maniac’s tangled hair, slamming his head onto the wall with force.
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
"Bang!"
The ritualistic sound seemed like tolling a bell, with the maniac’s head cracking, brain matter mixed with blood spilling everywhere.
After receiving the tip-off from Mu Xiuzhu, Yang Xiao, taking advantage of the female ghost’s distracted attention, made a quick escape, running a few steps to the not-too-distant Room 322, bursting in.
The flashlight quickly scanned the room, revealing two patients tied like dumplings on the bed, a coiled rope placed conspicuously on the windowsill.
This is it!
Yang Xiao dared not delay and quickly opened the window, tied one end of the rope to the bed’s leg, and threw the other end out the window.
Originally, these preparations could have been done by Mu Xiuzhu, but Yang Xiao feared progressing too early might lead to accidents.
Such as something from the outside world climbing up the rope prematurely, which was a possibility.
The bell sound drew nearer, the female ghost’s "sense of smell" growing keener. Yang Xiao climbed onto the windowsill, took one last look towards the door, then started climbing down the rope bit by bit.
To prevent any mishap along the way, such as his weak body losing strength and falling from above, he had specifically tied the rope’s end to his waist.
It was a slip knot, allowing him to quickly untie it in an emergency for a chance to escape.
In situations of desperation, human potential is astonishing. During the descent, Yang Xiao often felt he was going to fall, but fortunately, his body held up.
After enduring a fierce battle, Xi Huijun’s body still held up, which made Yang Xiao reconsider and further strengthened his will to survive.
As he said, Xi Huijun’s life was also a life.
He might not be smart, but he wasn’t annoying either.
Successfully descending past the second floor and bit by bit reaching the first floor, Yang Xiao’s heart pounded, reassuring him that his plan was indeed correct and feasible.
Once halfway down to the first floor, Yang Xiao started calling out on the intercom, "I’m Chu Xi, almost outside the window, can anyone hear me?"
The next moment, a woman’s urgent and excited voice came through the intercom, "This is Wu Qiao, I hear you, I’m coming to meet you and open the window!"
Whether on the first or third floor, the intercoms were either in the rest area or mounted on the hospital corridor walls; there were none inside the rooms, which was inconvenient for Yang Xiao and the others. Otherwise, Wu Qiao could have waited inside the room.
"I’m here, opening the window now, be careful!"
As Yang Xiao’s feet steadily landed on the exterior ledge of the window, Wu Qiao’s voice came through the intercom again, her efficiency was impressive.
The next moment, the window where Yang Xiao stood was slowly pushed open, creating a gap just big enough for one person to slip through.
"I’m backing up, come in quickly!" Wu Qiao stepped aside to make room, retreating to the bed. Of course, Yang Xiao couldn’t see any of this, but she could clearly see Yang Xiao outside the window like a spider-man.
The room wasn’t lit, appearing pitch black from the outside. For Yang Xiao to get in, he needed his hands free, so he stuffed the intercom into his pocket, and bit down on the flashlight, freeing his hands to grip the window frame.
Just as the flashlight beam inadvertently swept inside the room, Yang Xiao suddenly saw a blood-covered figure sitting up on the only hospital bed.
This was a bulky, bald man, but certainly not alive, with half of his face shattered like it had been struck by a heavy object, multiple fractures across his body, uneven shoulders, still wearing hospital attire.
The next second, the bald man sat upright.
This scene shocked Yang Xiao. Wu Qiao was supposedly in the room, so why didn’t she warn him?
The bald man staggered with stiff steps, devoid of any expression, took a couple of steps, and stood beside the bed, sideways to Yang Xiao’s position.
Then slowly raised his two hands.
This was a ghost! The bald ghost was a distance away from Yang Xiao, which made him realize this ghost’s target wasn’t him.
He didn’t have time to grab the intercom, instead he directly pointed at the bald ghost, shouting loudly to warn his teammates inside the room.
In Wu Qiao’s field of vision, Yang Xiao seemed crazy; she couldn’t see his face clearly either, so she couldn’t read his lips or expressions to figure out what he wanted to say, but she sensed something had happened.
Yang Xiao’s extended hand was pointing firmly beside her, but when Wu Qiao turned, she saw nothing.
She looked puzzled. There was no living thing in the room other than her. This was an intensive care room, with only one bed. There had been a patient, a violent manic, extremely sensitive to sound, but this person had died the previous night, on the third floor, leaving this room vacant.
Before she could turn back to look at Yang Xiao, her vision was forcibly spun 180 degrees as she heard the sound of bones breaking.
Outside the window, Yang Xiao stopped his movement, his eyes filled with terror. In his view, the bald ghost reached out with both hands and pressed on the air beside him, then with a fierce twist, "yanked" out a human head from thin air.
