The current situation differed slightly from what He Ao had anticipated; the number of patients detained in this hospital surpassed his estimates.
At the moment, the two Federal Bureau of Investigation agents were gathering the surrounding crowd, but because there were too many people, there was a chaotic scattering of startled and unsettled individuals everywhere.
These people swarmed around the building, and getting back to the entrance he had used to come in was by no means an easy task.
He Ao's gaze returned to the collapsed ruins of the building, where the souls that had just helped him, imprisoned here, stood atop this tomb-like wreckage, watching him.
They waved lightly at He Ao, their bodies transforming into pure shadow, dissipating into the pitch-black night sky.
They had long been dead, but only now could they truly pass away.
He Ao watched as their ethereal souls vanished, his figure retreating further into the darkness.
