"Ugh..."

Awakened by a tremendous tremor, the fatty groggily opened his eyes, the corridor before him twisting in an incomprehensible way.

The entire building was tilting to one side, debris rolling along the corridor. A bottle, looking quite sturdy, clattered against the fatty's leg.

It stopped.

His mind clearing slightly, the fatty immediately recalled what had happened earlier. He hadn't died, which was truly a stroke of luck, blessed by his ancestors.

He turned his face towards the door, Wei Jinting was pressed against it, peeking through the crack.

The fatty didn't dwell on why he hadn't died. He only knew that if Wei Jinting entered the room, the doctor would be in big trouble.

Glancing at the thick bottle beside his leg, the fatty quietly picked it up, then slowly, slowly stood up, approaching Wei Jinting from behind.

Wei Jinting seemed engrossed in what he was seeing, constantly adjusting his angle, completely unaware of the person approaching him.

The fatty raised the bottle with both hands, aiming at the back of Wei Jinting's head, who was hunched over with his backside sticking out.

"Take this!"

With a "thud," Wei Jinting's body first slammed heavily against the door, then slumped down like a pile of mud.

The fatty hadn't expected it to go so smoothly.

Was that it?

In those brief seconds, the surrounding changes became even more exaggerated. The door of 808 began to twist, emitting cracking sounds.

A massive crack ran along the door, from top to bottom, almost splitting it open.

The scene inside the room shocked the fatty.

An aura of despair washed over him. A bronze door stood in the room, countless tiny red threads reaching out from within, swaying as if they were alive.

And standing before the door was the doctor.

He was entangled in countless red threads, densely packed, like being caught in a spiderweb, and not far away, everything had transformed into a bottomless sea of blood.

Two figures, moving with blurry speed, collided fiercely, fighting like wild beasts, until one coughed up blood and retreated.

As the fatty made out who the two figures were, his expression changed.

The one barely standing with the support of that knife was the black-clothed Wu.

The other, striding on the sea of blood, was also Wu, but the benevolent side of Wu from the back of the painting.

With each step the benevolent Wu took, the sea of blood beneath his feet gradually changed color, the bright red being cleansed away, the sea water returning to its original clarity.

The corpses and severed limbs floating in the sea water were slowly enveloped in light, gradually disappearing.

The outcome was decided.

But for some reason, when the fatty saw the black-clothed Wu, he actually felt sorry for him.

Meanwhile, Lin Chen's sobs vaguely irritated the fatty. She kept asking the black-clothed Wu to forgive her, saying she shouldn't have created him in her despair.

She shouldn't have let him bear the despair she couldn't handle herself.

The reason he became like this was all her fault.

And now, it was time to end it all.

Figures appeared one after another beside the bronze door, all blurry, but some of them gave the fatty a sense of familiarity.

The haze enveloping the sky dissipated, everything was moving in a positive direction, and to the fatty's surprise, the door before the doctor emitted a shocking hum.

The doctor's current state was strange, as if his mind was being imprisoned by something, but the fatty instinctively felt that the doctor was not in danger.

That door... seemed to have resonated with the doctor in some way.

Everything around was slowly disappearing, including all sorts of people.

A faint halo appeared on the door.

The door opened a crack.

As if drawn by some force, the doctor's feet didn't move, but his body was being pushed forward, half of his body already through the door.

But just when the fatty thought the doctor would leave through the door, the next second, the door began to shake madly, as if guided by some will.

And it began to close. At this speed, Jiang Cheng's body would be severed.

This door had accepted Jiang Cheng, but the will of its former master still lingered within the door, putting up a final resistance.

Without hesitation, the fatty rushed towards the door.

He didn't know what to do, just like when facing the doors in life, the fatty reached out, tightly grasped the door, and tried his best to pull it open.

The door hinge creaked.

Sensing that the speed of the door closing had slowed down, the fatty was overjoyed.

It actually worked!

He increased his strength, and the door began to open little by little, and Jiang Cheng also regained some consciousness. After glancing at the fatty, he immediately disappeared through the door.

The size needed to allow Jiang Cheng to pass through was definitely not enough for the fatty, so he held his breath and pulled the door open a little further.

As if practice makes perfect, this door gave the fatty good feedback, and then the fatty also left through the door.

The light and shadows shifted before his eyes. After returning to the familiar room, the fatty's legs went weak, and he almost fell to the ground, his arms feeling like they were filled with lead.

But before he could check himself, the doctor was lying on the ground not far in front of him.

"Doctor," the fatty trotted over, squatted down, "are you okay?"

He noticed that the doctor's body was trembling, and he wanted to help him to the sofa, but unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng pushed him away.

"Doctor?"

Without giving any reason, Jiang Cheng forced himself to stand up, then stumbled to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

"Are you alright, Doctor?" The fatty stood outside the bathroom door, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but having just left the Nightmare Assault (Nightmare Assault), his mind was a mess.

Many faces appeared in his mind, like a slideshow, but strangely, there was a layer of mist on those faces.

Just as he was about to clear away the mist, the bathroom door suddenly opened.

It was very dark inside.

He could only vaguely see the doctor standing in front of the mirror, leaning forward, the faucet running, constantly splashing cold water on his face.

It felt like the doctor was about to burn up.

The fatty had never seen the doctor like this before.

Fortunately, this frantic behavior only lasted for a short while. Then, the doctor turned around and walked out, grabbing a towel along the way.

The towel was wet and dripping water.

"I'm fine," Jiang Cheng exhaled and said, "Go upstairs and rest."

"Doctor, take it easy, let me help you." The doctor's condition had clearly been off just now. The fatty stepped forward and supported his arm.

The fatty felt Jiang Cheng's arm tremble slightly, as if resisting.

He frowned, but fortunately, it didn't last.

Turning around and walking towards the stairs, the fatty still felt that something was wrong, not just with the doctor, but... with the surroundings.

It was a feeling of being watched.

As if a pair of eyes had appeared somewhere.

The two of them came upstairs, Jiang Cheng withdrew his hand, and entered the bedroom alone.

Just as the fatty turned around, Jiang Cheng's faint shadow on the wall suddenly stopped, then slowly turned its head.

But Jiang Cheng kept walking.