Chapter 121: The Hospital Director's Blackening, Humanoid Bai Qi

Chapter 121: The Hospital Director's Blackening, Humanoid Bai Qi

Squelch!

Drip, drip.

Thick, viscous liquid soaked the floor and the stretcher.

The Horse Player flicked the blood off his scalpel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, finally completing the skinning process.

"Finally… done."

Holding up the eerie, flayed skin, the Horse Player's face was filled with the deep resentment of an overworked laborer.

"Dr. Horse, your blade work remains as skillful as ever."

The Supernatural Hospital Director offered a perfunctory compliment before lifting the patient with his massive hand, carrying them like a chicken toward the back of the Tree of Creation...

"What’s wrong with you?"

The Horse Player, who had been about to vent his frustration at Ji Yan, suddenly noticed the drastic change in the latter’s expression.

His mind worked quickly. "Did you discover something new?"

Ji Yan didn’t respond. Instead, he called out to the Supernatural Hospital Director: "Director!"

The Supernatural Hospital Director turned to look at the Goat Doctor.

"What is it?"

Ji Yan’s mind raced, considering all the possible motives behind the Dragon Player’s deception of the Supernatural Hospital Director…

Could this be the reason the Dragon Player had gone to such lengths to Plunder his Lies Parchment?

By weaving this enormous lie, he could activate the Lies Parchment and successfully deceive the Supernatural Hospital Director?

If successful, the Privilege would take effect, and Lies Become Reality.

Then, the fabricated Infinite Tsukuyomi might also become real.

But these were just speculations. Even the Lies Parchment might not guarantee the success of such a massive deception.

After all, the bigger the lie, the harsher the conditions required to inscribe it on the parchment.

To put it bluntly—it demanded an even greater price as collateral for failure!

Besides, this had nothing to do with the Dragon Player’s supposed control over the Undead Hospital.

"Director, the Dragon Doctor hasn’t arrived yet," Ji Yan spoke up, deciding to buy some time.

"Punctuality has never been his strong suit."

"Let him be."

The Supernatural Hospital Director turned away, its mind now solely focused on reviving the Tree of Creation.

The Horse Player frowned at Ji Yan. "What’s going on?"

Ji Yan shook his head. "Get ready."

"Ready for what?"

"Ready to run. I think a gas canister—no, a nuke—is about to go off soon."

Ji Yan’s expression was grave.

The Horse Player’s eye twitched. "Wait… you’re not saying the Supernatural Hospital Director is going to Blackening, are you?!"

"Why would it suddenly Blacken now?"

Ji Yan stared at the Tree of Creation, its branches stretching like blooming flowers—or perhaps like claws ready to tear into flesh—and sighed.

"Because this tree… is the biggest fuse!"

The back of the Tree of Creation was pieced together from countless pale bones. Under the Supernatural Hospital Director’s manipulation, the bone spikes quickly impaled the patient’s corpse like a pincushion. Blood gushed out, and within seconds, the patient’s flesh was drained dry, leaving only a limp, hollowed-out skin behind.

A writhing new Root of flesh emerged, swiftly burrowing into the tree trunk…

The next moment, the entire Tree of Creation seemed to come alive. The fleshy tumors lining its surface swelled like water balloons, expanding rapidly!

"The final step is complete at last."

"At last, all cured patients have attained their ultimate homecoming."

"My daughter… will forever remain in a beautiful dream—"

BOOM!!

Before the Supernatural Hospital Director could finish the word "happiness," one of the tumors suddenly burst.

Then, another.

And another.

Blood mist erupted, and chunks of flesh splattered everywhere.

Inside those tumor-like growths referred to as "Fruits," what lay hidden were not recovered patients but rather Parasitic Supernatural Creatures resembling goblins!

They gnawed at the corpses of the healed patients, rapidly growing.

Now, with the Supernatural Hospital Director delivering the final batch of "Feed," they had finally reached maturity, bursting out of their Fruits one by one...

Gazing at the blood mist filling the air and the Supernatural Creatures emerging from the Fruits, the Supernatural Hospital Director stood frozen like a statue, the excited grin on its face slowly stiffening.

It couldn’t—no, it was terrified to—believe what was suddenly unfolding before its eyes.

It refused to believe that the Fruits it had painstakingly cultivated had just exploded.

It refused to believe that what the Fruits had nurtured were Parasitic Supernatural Creatures.

And it absolutely refused to believe that those recovered patients had become nothing more than food to breed these abominations!!!

"This must be a mistake."

"I must be too exhausted, my mind foggy, to the point of hallucinating..."

The Supernatural Hospital Director closed its eyes, shaking its head with a bitter laugh.

But no matter how many times it reopened them, the cruel scene before it remained unchanged—every cultivated Fruit ruptured, Parasitic Supernatural Creatures feasting on the healed patients.

Finally, when it witnessed one of the half-rotten tumors, a Parasitic Supernatural Creature devouring a familiar petite figure inside... it snapped.

Its white coat stretched and burst into shreds as its flesh mutated and swelled grotesquely.

"Hahaha... This isn’t how it should be! Why is this the ending?!"

Laughing maniacally, the Supernatural Hospital Director charged forward in a frenzy, transforming into countless afterimages. Wherever it passed, the Parasitic Supernatural Creatures were obliterated into blood mist before they could even react.

They didn’t even feel pain!

Within a few breaths, every last Parasitic Supernatural Creature was wiped out.

Then, the Supernatural Hospital Director continued its rampage, tearing apart the trunk of the Tree of Creation. The deformed flesh split like jelly, blood plasma staining its mutated body.

"Damn! What the hell is going on?"

Even the Horse Player couldn’t stay calm, letting out a curse.

"Stop cursing and run!"

"Before this nuke reaches us..."

Ji Yan turned to flee, but then a voice whispered in his ear.

"Leaving so soon?"

"This show is quite thrilling, don’t you think?"

Both Ji Yan and the Horse Player stiffened.

Whipping their heads around, they spotted a tall figure standing nearby—one they hadn’t noticed until now.

His eyes gleamed with golden vertical pupils, his body tall and lean, his face square-jawed, and his wheat-toned skin faintly covered in shimmering scales.

"Dragon!"

The Horse Player tightened his grip on the Scalpel, his gaze icy.

Ji Yan, however, wore a grave expression.

He hadn’t expected the Dragon Player to reveal himself so openly.

"Why dare you show up now?" Ji Yan asked quietly.

"Why wouldn’t I?"

"I put considerable effort into this Tree of Creation too."

"Now that it’s 'fruited,' and the Hospital Director invited me, of course I had to arrive on time."

The Dragon Player slid his hands into his pockets, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

Ji Yan narrowed his eyes and tugged at the Horse Player. "No need to run."

"Because soon, a 'Humanoid Bai Qi' will draw all the aggro for us."

Sure enough—

The fully blackened and utterly out-of-control Supernatural Hospital Director immediately detected the Dragon Player's presence. It abruptly turned its spearhead, directing boundless killing intent and infinite fury straight at the Dragon Player.

"Dragon Doctor!!"

"Tell me, why is this happening?!!" The Supernatural Hospital Director's throat trembled with a furious roar.

Faced with the killing intent surging right before him, the Dragon Player remained composed. "Director, I lied to you."

"There was never any 'Dream Home.' That was just a setting I copied from the 'Infinite Tsukuyomi.'"

"The 'Tree of Creation' is nothing but a garbage disposal. It doesn’t create dreams—it devours people."

"Honestly, this is all your fault for being so stupid. If you weren’t so simple-minded, you wouldn’t have been fooled by me, and you certainly wouldn’t have... personally caused your own daughter’s death!"

The Dragon Player stared directly at the Supernatural Hospital Director, not even bothering to suppress the faint smirk at the corner of his lips.

As if the overwhelming killing intent had nothing to do with him.

Ji Yan and the Horse Player couldn’t stop trembling.

They had imagined the Dragon Player might flee without hesitation or desperately try to cover up his lies.

Ji Yan had even speculated that the Dragon Player might redirect the Supernatural Hospital Director’s hatred onto himself...

But to just confess everything outright?

Did he... have a death wish?!