Rustle, rustle—
From the end of the street came a flurry of rustling footsteps, and at a glance, innumerable figures slowly spreading out through every corner of the city.
Upon closer inspection as they approached, it was shockingly a group of curvaceous, voluptuous female nurses, their faces swollen and covered with bandages, resembling mummies.
A few of the nurses held rusty, bloodstained steel pipes, dragging them across the ground with ear-piercing scrapes.
"Help! Somebody save me!"
Before the door of a building, a man fleeing for his life from afar barely managed to get halfway inside before a swollen-faced nurse grabbed hold of his legs.
He screamed in despair as he was dragged out of the room.
Soon, a horde of swollen-faced nurses swarmed over him with twisted postures. Within minutes, only the man's tattered clothes were left on the ground.
Wu Liang witnessed all of this clearly.
"If he played more games, he wouldn't die so horribly," he sighed inwardly.
