I must tell Cangyi and Little Drilling Wind.
Fable thought to himself.
He was planning to re-enter the outpatient building, but his current situation reminded him that he had no special props now, and his skills were temporarily unusable. Even if he ran with all his might to their side, it would just be sending another life away. Instead of recklessly rushing into the outpatient building, it was better to observe the situation outside first.
After clarifying his thoughts, Fable decided not to enter the outpatient building for now.
On the first-floor staircase, Luo Jing took large strides, taking three steps at a time. His destination was clear, the dean's office on the fifth floor.
Second floor, third floor, fourth floor.
He didn't care about the dead bodies along the way; he knew that these people had been killed by ghosts and were beyond saving.
What's more, saving one or two people would be nothing but a waste of time.
