This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!-Chapter 195 - Black Bird
Chapter 195: Chapter 195: Black Bird
Chapter 195: Chapter 195: Black Bird
Chen Ke and Sam carried M14s, cautiously advancing through the desolate hospital square.
The range of “Spiritual Vision” was extensive, but the hospital was even larger, so Chen Ke couldn’t immediately understand the situation inside.
Chen Ke felt conflicted at the moment, on one hand, he hoped to keep a low profile and quickly in and out, grabbing the necessary medical supplies and leaving.
But at the same time, he also hoped to encounter some monsters—whether or not he engaged in battle, it would allow him to absorb some murderous aura to sustain his life.
Sam’s movements were professional and swift; he charged ahead, quickly crossing the empty square to the glass doors of the hospital’s main building.
In Sam’s view, although Chen Ke was calmer and more composed than the average survivor, he was still just an ordinary person with good mental quality and no professional training.
When Ying Baiyi was around, Sam had no chance to show off, but when he was with Chen Ke, he naturally took on the role of leading the charge, considering himself the strongest.
Within the five floors of the building, there seemed to be nothing—at least, that was how Chen Ke saw it, but he couldn’t guarantee that the areas beyond the fifth floor were safe.
Chen Ke had never worked in a hospital, and he seldom visited hospitals, but he had heard from friends who were nurses that hospitals had both Chinese medicine and Western medicine pharmacies, manned 24 hours a day. Moreover, some large hospitals had more than one pharmacy, generally on the second or the first floor.
Western hospitals certainly didn’t have Chinese medicine pharmacies, but the layout should be similar; at least no hospital would place its pharmacy on a high-rise floor.
The two men wandered around the first floor, finding only blue empty boxes scattered in some temporary storage rooms; Chen Ke picked one up and saw it was packaging for some kind of rapid injection, either a sealant or a painkiller.
He also noticed that the waiting hall of the hospital was covered in red dust, identical to what he had seen outside.
This red dust prompted Chen Ke into wild speculation.
Firstly, the origin of the red dust: unless Carefree City was geologically surrounded by significant layers of red rock, such a massive amount of red dust wouldn’t be possible.
The dust felt grainy in hand, and upon closer inspection, it didn’t feel like ordinary stone but rather something akin to bone.
Secondly, even if he didn’t consider where the red dust came from, how had it drifted into the building? And the way it spread didn’t seem as simple as being blown in through the entrances…
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It was as if someone had deliberately sprinkled it at specific locations…
Sam never considered such issues, so whenever Chen Ke studied the red dust on the ground, he would remind him that it was getting dark soon.
Through the skylight of the hall, the sky gradually shifted from azure to deep blue, with a red tide rising in the west. Chen Ke forced himself to curb his curiosity after all, they weren’t here to solve mysteries.
They explored the corridors of the second floor and gradually moved deeper into the center of the building until they finally found a dispensary in the long west corridor of the building.
Sam, being a straightforward guy, checked around after finding the door locked and kicked it open. The sudden loud clang in the quiet hospital was chilling.
Chen Ke followed Sam into the pharmacy, pillaging the fully-stocked medicine cabinets.
Diana needed an arm sling for her broken arm and some painkillers, while the other survivors mostly had minor skin injuries, necessitating some anti-inflammatory drugs, antiseptic sprays, and bandages.
Realistically, it wasn’t practical to treat wounds properly here given the absence of medical professionals; they only aimed to temporarily relieve pain and keep the wounds clean and staunched.
Chen Ke rifled through the cabinets, finding a pile of small white bottles filled with aspirin tablets—tiny enough to hold three bottles in one hand, each possibly containing twenty to thirty tablets. He grabbed a handful and stuffed them into his backpack.
Sam did similarly, tearing a whole unopened pack of bandage rolls and gauze from another cabinet and then, following the trail, found more and stuffed them indiscriminately into his bag.
Apart from aspirin and bandages, they also found many anti-inflammatory tablets, but since no one knew how to use injections, the more effective anti-inflammatory injectables were ignored.
Additionally, Chen Ke grabbed three large bottles of glucose solution, which could be injected or ingested to provide energy, useful for some of the more seriously injured survivors.
Unfortunately, Chen Ke hadn’t found the arm pouch and the spray and purple solution for treating external injuries; it looked like he could only let Diana make do with a bandage knot.
He packed three carry-on bags. Pulling out his phone, it showed 6:24 PM, less than half an hour until dark. Outside, it had already grown dark, the sky no longer blue but a deep blue, almost black. It was time to leave.
Both of them exited the hospital building and were surprised to find that the city, though named as dead, had streetlights that suddenly lit up as if silent servants, still silently serving the residents who had already vanished.
“We have to hurry, it’s already dark, who knows what might appear?” urged Chen Ke, running forward with two bags on his back.
Sam followed closely behind, amazed at Chen Ke’s endurance, but he did not show weakness and kept up. They avoided the crowded streets, sticking to the pedestrian path.
Now that they were outside and not wanting to waste life, Chen Ke did not use the Spiritual Vision Skill again and he couldn’t help but silently compare this place with the Fan Hede Kingdom.
Both cities were quiet and covered in dust. Were these two places connected somehow?
No, that couldn’t be. The ashes of Fan Hede could turn into undead soldiers, while the dust here was just that…dust.
But considering the timing, if Fan Hede was a history humanity had already forgotten, then what was this place? Humanity’s inevitable future?
“Bang!”
Chen Ke suddenly tripped over something and fell to the ground.
“Chen Ke! What happened?!” Sam, who was ahead, turned around upon hearing the noise, and quickly dashed to Chen Ke, who was lying on the ground.
Sam grabbed the bag on Chen Ke’s back, dragging him behind a car while lifting his M14, keeping watch around them.
“It’s nothing…it’s nothing…I was distracted, not watching where I was going and ran into a car.” Chen Ke, embarrassed, got up and dusted off the red dust on him.
“Fuck, what a waste of my expression! Let’s go, it’s dark now, I’m freaking out, and feel like something’s going to jump out…” Sam shook his head, whispering.
“I feel it too…Sam,” Chen Ke said as he ran after Sam.
“I’ve never been this scared before, Chen Ke, never… Did I ever tell you about the time I fought in the Yileke War?” Sam said.
“The 2001 war? How old were you then?” Chen Ke asked, surprised.
“I was 28 then, damn it, that was my first time on the battlefield, the first time I pulled the trigger to kill, I had only ever shot at targets and bottles before…” Sam’s voice trembled as he spoke.
In moments of crisis, people start recalling their past and become talkative, unclear, and shaky — signs of mental disorientation starting.
“Focus, Sam… stop talking now, just run forward, don’t look back,” Chen Ke grabbed Sam’s arm, noticing it was ice-cold.
There was something strange coming; Chen Ke had known from the start.
In his vision, his lifespan was fluctuating wildly.
One second it increased at a rate of 50 minutes per second, the next it dropped by 20 minutes per second.
A strong killing intent was tracking them from behind, accompanied by mental attacks.
But all these were just preludes to an even greater crisis…
Chen Ke looked back at the sky, which had turned completely dark, accompanied by the distant flapping of wings – a large flock of black birds was approaching.
No, those were not birds… in Chen Ke’s vision, their red outlines were shaped like human hands and feet!
