"All pain will pass, only death is free."
When Zheng Qing was suffocating in the sea of blood to the point of fainting, this sentence flashed through his mind, awakening him suddenly.
Upon waking, the soft chanting of the female demons from deep within the sea of blood still echoed in his mind, and his nostrils could still faintly smell the seemingly endless resentment and stench rolling within the waves of blood.
He closed his eyes, suppressing his frantically beating heart, resisting the urge to breathe heavily.
This is the hospital where any abnormal reaction from patients will be detected by monitoring spell formulas and reported to the therapists. Zheng Qing didn't want to be force-fed another stomachful of the nightmare-expelling magic potion by the sprites.
The strong, bitter taste mixed with stench was something he never wanted to experience again in this lifetime, after just one try. In comparison, he'd rather wake up from nightmares daily.
