As Du Shangjing pondered, he subconsciously stared at Zhao Lanshan's corpse, and suddenly, cold sweat broke out all over his body.
He had discovered something amiss!
"Look at his eyes!"
Du Shangjing's voice was urgent and filled with fear. The others, hearing this, turned to look and were instantly covered in goosebumps.
Zhao Lanshan's eyeballs were still moving!
How could a dead man move his eyes?!
"To hell with this, I can't take it anymore!"
With a roar, Qin Chuan turned back into the ward, grabbing the ballpoint pen from the nightstand.
He then rushed back with a fierce look, thrusting the pen violently into Zhao Lanshan's eyeball!
"Qin Chuan, what are you doing! Are you crazy?"
Zhong Yi screamed, trying to stop him, but in the next moment, Zhong Yi's shout abruptly stopped.
Qin Chuan pulled the pen out, with an eyeball hanging on it like a rotten grape.
However... the blood-covered eyeball was crawling with things!
