Lin Baici entered the men's bathroom.
This hospital's public restroom was enormous, roughly the size of half a basketball court. On the right, there was a row of urinals—about a dozen of them.
At the moment, there were ten or so people hanging in the restroom. They hung from the ceiling like ripe gourds in summer, densely packed together.
Bang!
Lin Baici covered Su Manni's mouth.
"Holy shit!"
Zheng Yu Huang's legs were trembling.
If there were just one person hanging, he might not be this frightened. But with so many, it was clear they had all suffered unnatural deaths.
Lin Baici's observational skills were more meticulous than Big Sweet Sister's and the others. He noticed that the corpses weren't hanging by ropes but by large intestines as thick as wrists.
That's right—intestines.
Lin Baici saw someone he recognized, someone who had helped guide Tang Keke's group after killing the Fishman.
At the time, there was a warrior called Three-Cut-Stream Soron who came with them.
