122 He is a lunatic!

After An Xiaowei finished speaking, she was momentarily stunned. The frantic figure on the helicopter—that was exactly like this.

“The worldview of a mentally ill person differs greatly from that of a normal person. If they gain abilities, who knows what they might do,” Xue Feng nodded thoughtfully.

The scene seen through the telescope convinced Xue Feng completely. That Dr. Yang was a lunatic! Otherwise, how could his emotions have suddenly shifted so drastically? Moreover, after all the effort to rescue two survivors onto the helicopter, he quickly killed them both. It was incomprehensible. Aside from mental illness or perversion, there seemed to be no reasonable explanation.

“Brother Xue Feng, why did you ask if mentally ill people could become supernaturals?” An Xiaowei asked, puzzled. The people on the helicopter hadn’t exhibited any supernatural traits.

“It’s simple. If Beishan Hospital still had any sane people, they wouldn’t be capable of these actions,” Xue Feng explained. Before the apocalypse broke out, the mentally ill were strictly controlled. Some manic patients even wore straitjackets. But once these mentally ill individuals became supernaturals, no straitjacket could restrain them. They were even more dangerous than zombies.

An Xiaowei looked at Xue Feng with admiration; she had never considered such a thing. Mentally ill people becoming supernaturals? This apocalypse was truly mad.

“Since that helicopter likes to hunt survivors, I’ll go meet them,” Xue Feng smiled.

“Brother Xue Feng, what will you do?” An Xiaowei asked.

“Simple. Just lure them here. You two hide first,” Xue Feng said. He was confident he alone could handle those lunatics.

“Alright!” An Xiaowei and You Haoyun didn’t hesitate and went downstairs. The zombies downstairs had been cleared, so it was absolutely safe.

Xue Feng took some clothes from his spatial backpack and piled them on the ground, then set them on fire. Thick black smoke billowed up. Xue Feng was sure the people on the helicopter would return upon seeing this.

At that moment, aboard the helicopter:

“Dr. Yang, the director ordered you to bring back at least a few living people this time. He wants to study them; you can’t kill them all. The director’s orders must be obeyed,” the pilot said.

“I didn’t disobey the director’s orders. I didn’t kill them! They were streamers—they chose to take the challenge themselves!” Dr. Yang’s eyes widened upon hearing the director’s name, and he seemed anxious, defensively explaining himself. It was clear he feared the director.

“Yes, yes, but next time you meet survivors, please don’t play games with them,” the pilot sighed lightly.

“All right, all right, I’ll make sure to bring back a few alive. Such a hassle!” Dr. Yang clicked his tongue impatiently.

Then his eyes suddenly lit up with joy. “Look, there’s smoke on that building—isn’t that the one we just picked people up from? It must have survivors,” Dr. Yang chuckled and pointed behind.

“Survivors?” The pilot was doubtful. The two people who boarded earlier had said there was no one left in that building. So why was there activity now?

“There must be people. You go check! If you don’t catch anyone, I’ll say you’re disobedient!” Dr. Yang sneered.

The pilot felt frustrated, suspecting those two had lied, abandoning their companions thinking they found a chance to survive. Now those companions had noticed the helicopter. Forget it, no need to think too much. As long as they caught someone, that was enough. Being with these lunatics was too difficult. If it weren’t for his ability to fly the helicopter, he might have died countless times.

Watching the helicopter return, Xue Feng’s lips curled into a smile. As expected, they came back!

Soon, the helicopter hovered above Xue Feng’s head, lowering a rescue ladder right before him. It seemed they expected him to climb up.

Interesting!

Xue Feng grabbed the ladder and quickly climbed aboard. The first thing he saw was Dr. Yang’s beaming smile, along with fresh crimson blood splattered inside the cabin. There were also many human body fragments—skin, hair, and the like.

“Are you, like the two before, a streamer?” Dr. Yang asked as soon as he spoke.

“Yes, I’m a streamer,” Xue Feng nodded and sat opposite Dr. Yang.

“Our director lacks autopsy specimens, so you won’t be allowed to complete the airplane jump challenge. Come with us,” Dr. Yang said casually.

Hearing this, the pilot sighed with some helplessness. He had expected this guy to reveal all their information as soon as he spoke. But the pilot said nothing further. Once someone boarded this helicopter, they were like fish on a chopping board. There was no chance of leaving unless they jumped off themselves.

After all, although this guy was mentally unstable, he was a supernatural!

“Why did you throw those two off just now?” Xue Feng asked.

Anger flared across Dr. Yang’s face again.

“I told you—they chose to jump themselves!” Dr. Yang shouted at Xue Feng.

“You clearly threw them. You’re a lunatic,” Xue Feng said coldly.

At that moment, Xue Feng noticed the patient’s smock beneath Dr. Yang’s clothes.

“I’m a doctor! I’m a doctor now, not a lunatic!” Dr. Yang was enraged and suddenly grabbed Xue Feng’s neck with both hands, seemingly intent on strangling him to death.

“Stone Skin!” Xue Feng’s skin instantly hardened. He counterattacked, grabbing Dr. Yang’s hands.

The two locked in a fierce struggle.

Such strength!

Xue Feng looked at Dr. Yang in surprise; he hadn’t expected their strength to be evenly matched. Among Xue Feng’s many attributes, strength wasn’t particularly exceptional, though it was several times greater than that of a normal person.

Yet Dr. Yang could hold his own in physical power. Clearly, this man had supernatural abilities—and they were related to strength.

Even more shocking was the pilot, who knew well about Dr. Yang’s power: “Transcendent Physique,” the director’s name for his supernatural ability. This lunatic wasn’t just strong—his physical constitution was exceptional in every way.

Dr. Yang’s face contorted as he increased his grip, seemingly intent on breaking Xue Feng’s hands.

But soon, Dr. Yang noticed his own fingers twisting and cracking.

Crack, crack!

His bones were breaking.

The two were equally matched in strength, each bearing the force from the other. But Xue Feng’s body was covered in Stone Skin, making him far more resilient. He suffered no backlash from the strain.

“Ah!!!” Dr. Yang screamed in agony.